Pi Ai Talk Novels & Stories

I forgot to bring a No. 2 pencil, so I filled out my SAT exam with a red pen. The proctor warned me it would count as cheating, and I just shrugged and told him it didn't matter. Tyson Jenkins, the school heartthrob who ranked near the bottom of the class, suddenly got anxious. In my last life, we went back to school to pick up our acceptance letters. I already had a guaranteed spot at Kingsford University. And yet, I was the only one who didn't receive a letter. Tyson had used a system to swap our exam scores. Because my score showed up as zero, Kingsford University revoked my guaranteed admission. I demanded a review of the scoring, but Tyson, who had suddenly become the top scorer out of nowhere, sneered at me. "Kieran, couldn't cheat your way through the exam this time, huh? Everyone knows you only got that guaranteed spot by cheating. You've got some nerve playing the victim!" I went to our homeroom teacher to clear my name. I never expected her to cry on camera and say, "I tried to talk Kieran out of it in private. It's not fair to the other students if he does something like that, but he used his family's influence to pressure me into staying out of it." Overnight, I was at the center of a storm. Before I could even explain, a group of fanatics dragged me up to the roof and shoved me off. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the exam.

"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."

On the day my twin sister, Alexia Cavanaugh, and I turn 22, I collapse and find out that I have late-stage cancer. Ignoring the doctor's advice to be admitted, I walk out of the hospital. All I want is to spend one final birthday with my family without a single worry. But when I arrive at the party, a server stops me at the door and tells me the venue has been reserved exclusively for Alexia. Outsiders aren't allowed in. Through the glass, I watch as my brother holds a cake and my father places a birthday hat on Alexia's head. Even my boyfriend is there, smiling as Alexia makes a wish. I stand there for half an hour, gripping my phone, before my boyfriend finally answers my call. "I was just at the hospital. I—" He cuts me off. "Ophelia, you've always been healthy. It's Lexi's birthday today. We should talk later." Isn't today my birthday too? My mother died giving birth to me. The doctor later explained that I deprived Alexia of nutrients before birth, which left her frail from the start. And just like that, everyone decided I should always step aside for my twin, who was born five minutes before me. I ball up the report with my cancer diagnosis and toss it in the trash. I'm done letting their favoritism hurt me. I've never received their love anyway, so I choose to leave for good.

[Rebirth, writing, slag abuse, one-on-one, no abuse!] She was the king of mercenaries who made the world's big men talk, holding a piece of ancient jade in her hand, repairing the truth, medical skills... all proficient. Unexpectedly reborn, she turned into an upper - class joke, school people see the evil school slag girl? The king of talented mercenaries, who used to deter the entire mercenary community, said, "Don't make trouble. Waste incompetence? How do you feel about being twisted off by a piece of waste? The last? Come on, let your sister tell you how to write the word "genius!" She doesn't have the talent to do business, financial, managerial half - sister? Well, do you know that the present king of commerce cried and begged her to accept him? Father unknown? As soon as her father's name comes out, the world will shake! A magical ancient doctor, she is the god of heaven in the eyes of countless patients. Sweeping the army, she is no one on the road dare provoke. Beauty coexists with acting. She is the goddess of the circle. A rebirth, a new life, she is still alive, accidentally become a national citizen who no one dares to provoke! Life and death on one hand and fate on the other. The misogynist should play face-to-face, play the rich, play the entertainment circle, and conquer someone by the way. * * * [Little Theater] Old man: It's almost midnight. Are you still busy? Man: No. Then you go out so late? Man: The family is strict. The Lord

“My boyfriend is sweet, and he is kind. He's gentle with me and he takes care of me. He loves me correctly and he…’’ “Booo!’’ the rest of the girls exclaimed in unison, as they began to laugh. “That’s a boy, darling!’’ Riley chips in. “We are werewolves. That's not how you're meant to be loved. Have you not had the kind of rogue ripping love that makes your legs shake and you knees weak?’’ “You're talking about sex.’’ Jessica answered with a shrug. “Not really. That kind of gentle love that you talk about will wear you out. And you will get bored.’’ ~~~~ ~~~~~ "Come closer," he said, his voice like a heat that filled the space between them. Terrified, she whispered, "No," avoiding his gaze. His steps dragged on the smooth carpet. In an instant, his fingers gripped her throat, slamming her against the wall with a thud. "You will obey me, Jessica Miller. For I own you!" ******** Jessica Miller, a fierce, young, and innocent girl, sold by someone she never thought could do a thing of such to her, to the merciless Lycan King, Jordan Luther, feels betrayed and a stranger among other wolves, seeing as she had lived all her life among humans. Broken and frustrated, she can't help but feel all hope is lost. And now, will the Lycan King’s cruelty break her completely, or will she remain a high spirited, young wolf and escape the clutches of slavery at the hands of her enslaver…? Read on for this amazing piece of art, full of intrigues and captivating lines to keep you wanting more….

"You know I can't talk while you're here", he says. His voice is rough, dangerous and hungry. I swallow, my throat dry. But I don't look away. "Why?" I ask, my fingers trace his jaw, trembling. "I'll be good. Promise". A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. "I don't want good", he says, voice rough. "I want you screaming my name… just not here. Not in front of the president and the damn press". His control slips as he buries his face in my neck. His lips burn where they touch. "Christ", he mutters. "What are you doing to me? I have a speech to deliver. But I can't even remember the first line. I swear I know it, but…" "You're a dirty bastard", I whisper, breathless. "Yours", he says, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "So… what do I tell the president?" –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Aneeka's messy divorce leaves her heartbroken. With her inheritance on the line, outwitting her cheating ex should be her only goal. But fate has other ideas. Just 24 hours after the divorce, she unexpectedly marries Derek Simon, the country's most eligible bachelor. What starts as a wild, prove a point kiss explodes into an undeniable, all consuming passion. The pull between them is real, hot, and impossible to ignore. Is this her second chance at love? Or a disaster waiting to happen?

I am standing in front of the mirror only on my red skirt and blouse.He is wearing me a red saree.Tears are flowing from my eyes like nigra falls.After wearing me the saree,he sat me down in front of the mirror and started wearing me jewellery. He applied red lipstick on my lips and said seductively, "you look very fuckable in red colour."I replied crying, "please.Let me see my brother.He is very sick.Let me go to the hospital for once".Hearing me, he slapped very hard on my face and fisted my hair tightly.He said anger dripping from his voice,"you dare to talk back.Did you just forget your place in front of me.Tell me who you are?Tell me whom you belong? I hissed in pain and replied," I am your doll. I only belong to you. I am only yours" . . . Devika, A 20-year-old college-going girl was married to the mafia leader Abhinav. After her marriage, her husband started torturing her for some reason which she doesn't know. Will she ever come to know why she is being tortured?Join Abhinav and Devika's, bittersweet love journey and be a part of their journey.. . . Warning- Disturbing scene ahead like violence, rape and mental abuse. Read at your own risk. It's a work of fiction. So, kindly take it as fiction. English isn't my first language so apologizing in advance for grammatical errors.

Calla Sherman sleeps with a random guy from a bar after her boyfriend cheats on her. The following morning, she wakes up and realizes he's a drop-dead gorgeous man who looks good enough to make any woman swoon.She's so flustered that she mocks him for having terrible skills. She even leaves behind 150 dollars as a fee for his services before fleeing. The next day, Calla finds that her new boss, Mercer Garland, looks oddly familiar. Oh, God. She wants nothing more than to die when she realizes she's mistaken Mercer for a gigolo. He's the exact person who can ruin her career! What's worse, she's already pissed him off royally. One fine day, Calla backs away as Mercer stalks toward her. "Didn't you say you weren't interested in women like me who don't have curves anywhere?" He looks her over and smirks. "You're different from them. I know what you're like on the inside." Flustered, she tries to talk sense into him. "I'm sure a busty woman would be more up your alley. I'm not your type at all!" Mercer sighs softly. "I'm devastated that you've kicked me to the curb after using me, Calla. I'm not even in the mood to sign all those documents on my desk anymore."

“In psychology, every feeling differs in each other through stages, that’s why different terms are created from affection, attachment, lust, and love. My feeling for you is only pure affection, it was not lust nor love. Our attachment to each other is not that strong so we cannot assume there is love between us, even after our first sight. We’ve just met. I am uncertain about what I feel for you. Space from you is honestly what I need right now. My apologies but I cannot be with you.” It was professionally being an unprofessional story of a lover’s bump in a dump. Addictive that will surely proactive your nights. A book that will stick with you until the last pages, ages with a savage! Samantha De Vera a CEO of a fashion company is a single mother raising her twins, one with a post-traumatic condition. He can’t talk nor speak a single word, and because of him, she encountered the psycho- Psychologist Edward Liam Ackerman. With his childish acts, funny talking, and his familiar scent, he became close to her daughter and son. Sevi De Vera, wants her mother to find him a new father. Famous for being strict, arrogant, and a perfectionist person, she never finds anyone suited to her standard except her three-year-suitor David. In contrast, Sevi and Savana only want one man for their mother, her perfect opposite, Edward. How can he manage this pressure when he is already tied to someone else? Will this chunky, hunky, handsome psycho-psychologist will try to win her dumpy, grumpy heart?

"Zachary Dawson will never see you as his potential wife. You are just a warmer for his bed." Elena's eyes widened as she heard her speak with so much hatred in her tone. She tried to keep her up her head upon the humiliation that she got from his family. "I can't believe my son's illness could be cured by someone like you. Just like my husband said, take this money and leave him. You are not the woman he needs." Elena's whole body was shivering, her fists tightened, and she felt like she was swallowing a sharp rock. She was never the one who forced this relationship. Just when she was about to open her mouth and speak. A heavy footsteps approached them. And all their attention was diverted to the man that just walked in with his cold, murdering eyes. "How dare you talk to my woman with that dirty mouth of yours.." He looked at his mother like he was looking at his enemy. ........... When Elena finally decided to live her new life a big city, she realized that one job wouldn’t be enough to feed her and save some for her dreams. So, when suddenly a job opportunity came on a usually busy day, she couldn’t resist. Moreover, when the pay was even bigger than the money of three of her part time jobs. Being a maid on the private villa belongs to Young Master Zachary Dawson. A man with rare phobia with women. Will Elena fall for his trap? Two choices. Run or stay.