Pink Suit Filthy Frank

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them. Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name. Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress. Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined. Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg. Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely. This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours. Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you. Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed. Welcome to your new addiction.

"Why is a young girl like you destroying her kidneys and liver?", I heard that deep husky voice behind my ear and I froze on the seat. He was forbiddenly inches away from me and his breath was against the back of my neck. Who was he? Whoever he was. He had the guts and I wasn’t ready to tolerate nonsense. "You....." , My mouth fall open the moment I turned to look at the atranger who was behind my back. As unbelievable as it was, he was fucking hot. Just a glimpse of his dirty blonde spiky hair , a nice chiseled jawline , pink lips and eyes that had a mixture of dark blue and light grey made my mouth fall more open. Honestly l had never seen such eyes. l felt mesmerized , they were damn beautiful. He didn't look young , he was something like 45 to 50 but good lord he was so hot. Realizing that I was checking him out, a smirk appeared on his face. "Is there something a young beautiful girl like you, wants to forget so badly?." He whispered and I shuttered as I leaned back into his chest. Yes It was there. I want to let go of my past. But I didn't reply him. "I can let you......", "Go on, make me forget him" , l cut him off short in mid sentence. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Yes I was drunk. But just one night with a stranger.... in fact an experienced old man. It is not wrong. Is it?!

I turned out not to be the biological daughter of a wealthy family. In my previous life, I had believed my best friend Vicky’s words and had stormed out on the day the real daughter, Lydia, returned. I never expected my biological father to fall ill with a chronic ailment that drained every bit of the family’s savings. I had nowhere to turn, and I worked day and night until I collapsed while delivering food in the middle of the night. Vicky became close to Lydia, and she used the chance to approach Peter, her brother, so that she could marry into a wealthy family. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I had run away. My foster parents looked at me with worry, and Peter stood with his arms crossed. “You know your biological parents are so broke they can’t even afford food, so are you sure you want to go back and suffer?” In my previous life, they had pleaded with me, and all I had in my head had been Vicky’s manipulation. I had thrown out the words, “I don’t need your filthy money,” and walked away. I set my suitcase down without hesitation this time. I would never leave before I saved enough money.

He smirked, knowing he was on the winning side. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake. I looked at the long fingers and perfectly aligned nails and then at his patient face. Sighing to myself I my own hand into his and ignored the tingles that flowed through every nerve as his fingers curled around my hand and shook it lightly. "Yeah three months." "Goodnight then." He winked, removing his hand from mine and turned to walk away. "Hey wait!" I called out, suddenly remembering something. "You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways Smith." And with one last wink I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. * A sarcastic girl, a cocky guy. Throw in some mystery, murder, filthy jokes, wonderful friends, tons of kisses, secrets, surprises, eye-rolls and a killer on run. And you have got yourself a story never read before. ***So grab a cup of hot chocolate, some chips and a warm blanket and get ready to laugh, cry and bite your lip in anticipation. Enjoy!!

"You said nothing would give you pleasure more than seeing me in pain, huh?" He said as he stalked me like his prey until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Absolutely. " I said, firing back. "Then sex works. It causes pain..but more pleasure than pain, and as you have noticed, I'm great at pleasing people." He had that smug smile on his face, and while I hated him at this exact moment, my body was about to betray me rather too quickly. Karrion Xavier Black is the CEO of Black Industries and at night, the head of the biggest Italian mob in the world. He's arrogant, rude, a terribly annoying playboy, and yet filthy rich. Very few people get to see another side of him and at that, for a moment at times. Sophia Kane is an art consultant for the 1% of the 1% at day, but at night, she's the best assasin/spy for the organization. What happens when the next name that comes across her desk is his? She's out for revenge, and she's going to get it no matter what. Follow us on this journey as we see the hate moments, the love moments, the love-hate moments.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

He is a demi-god. He is powerful, He is fearless, He's ruthless, He's a cold-hearted being. He hated her family. He hated her; only his stance scared her, yet she still felt the butterfly in her stomach. She was supposed to hate him, but despite that, she loves him. "You mean nothing more than a servant." And you will only suffer for the rest of your life. "I will make sure you live in agony all the days of your life." He thundered in his most intimidating aura, forcefully holding her neck. "I am sorry; forgive me." She pleaded, and his emotions became worse. He hates to hear the words "sorry" and "forgiveness," but she wouldn't stop saying those two words, thinking it would ease his heart. Khalid an handsome, rich dude in his late twenties. He curly hair suit him more like a demi-god, he has pinks lips more like a woman, which makes girls crave for him. But he hate disrespecting girls. But the case of his wife is different, why is he so cold towards her. Will she find out the reason for his behaviour?

Saskia Smithsonia was the kind of girl who believed love could conquer anything — even the truth. To be with the man she loved, she buried her identity as the heiress to one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and became Valerie Damer, a struggling med student with nothing but grit and a borrowed smile. She thought if he loved her for who she was without the title, then it would be real. Worth it. Eternal. Valerie would do anything for love — even strike a deal with a devil in a tailored suit to protect the man she thought was her future. But love built on lies is always on borrowed time. Everything shatters the night she catches her boyfriend with someone else — a woman of wealth, power, and status. His excuse? “I’m just securing my future.” Heartbroken and humiliated, she lets Valerie Damer die and reclaims her name: Saskia Smithsonia. But some ghosts don't stay buried — especially when they wear devilish grins and hold your soul in their ledger. The deal she made still lingers — only now, the price has changed. It’s no longer just a favor. It’s a proposal. One that could either reshape her fate… Or destroy everything she has left.

Camilla Romano the daughter of a very wealthy family also the heiress to the Romano family is a famous actress who is loved by many. Behind closed curtains she meets with her lover Luciano De Vinci who is known as the richest but most feared man in the whole country. Luciano loves Camilla and is posessiveof her hating the fact that they are keeping their relationship a secret. Everything is going well for them until Camilla's father announces that she is getting married. Will Luciano be able to let her go ～～～～～～ ''Luciano please''Camilla begs trying to push him away while looking around the place in fear of them being caught. She can hear the voices of people at the party and is scared of being seen. ''I missed you baby''Luciano groans his lips making contact with her neck his other hand trailing her thighs. ''Pl-ahh''Her words are cut off as a moan accidentally escapes her lips. The voices walking towards the hallway become loud and Camilla quickly pushes him away. ''Please Lucian I'll come and meet you'' She promises the man who places a kiss on her lips before walking off while straightening his expensive armani suit

Siapa sangka, liburan yang awalnya terasa begitu menyenangkan tiba-tiba berubah menjadi sebuah bencana? Tiba-tiba Tante Ariane dan Om Frank melamarku untuk dinikahkan dengan Aldert, anak angkat mereka. Kami sedang berlibur di Brussel waktu itu terjadi, mengacaukan daya kerja otak, jantung dan pernapasanku secara total. Menjajah kebahagiaan yang selama hampir satu bulan kudapatkan di Netherlands, tentu saja. Merubah istilah holiday menjadi broken day. Apakah aku tidak berusaha untuk menolak? Sudah. Mati-matian bahkan, dengan mengerahkan seluruh kekuatan jiwa dan raga. Tapi mereka ditambah dengan Mama justru semakin gigih untuk mengalahkan pendirianku. Oh, sebenarnya aku mengalah---pada akhirnya---karena Batik tak merespon sama sekali ketika aku berterus terang dan meminta pendapatnya. "Jadi, gimana ini, B?" tanyaku setengah menjerit di saluran telepon yang tak bisa dikatakan jernih, "Aku harus gimana, apa yang harus aku lakukan?" Klik, tut tut tut, tuuuttt! Dia malah memutuskan saluran telepon yang sangat berarti dalam hidupku saat itu. Ujungnya, dalam kebingungan yang semakin memuncak ke langit, aku meminta pendapat Uta. "Jangan bodoh kamu, Hill!" Uta mengingatkan dengan ketegasan level tinggi saat aku mengakui kalau tak enak dengan Batik, "Ingat, kesempatan emas tak datang untuk yang ke dua kalinya. Menikahlah dengan Aldert dan berbahagialah, Hill!"