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Piper is in love with Cory. It started as an innocent childhood crush that eventually grew into deep feelings. They have known each other since Piper was 5, and Cory was 9, but Cory doesn’t feel the same way; he’s always treated her more like a little sister, and with good reason. She IS his little sister! Well, step-sister.. When Cory comes home for their father's funeral, emotions are running high, and what starts as a little bit of sibling comfort soon turns into something more… Something that's so wrong but feels so right… ------------------------------------------------------- Please note, this is a Forbidden romance between STEP-SIBLINGS. This story will contain detailed chapters of sexual content. If that isn't your thing, then please don’t read. You have been warned. To be clear, the main characters in this story ARE NOT RELATED in any way by blood. This IS NOT an incest story.

“Tell me,” he said, low and dangerous. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” “You,” I panted, spreading wider, shameless. “It’s yours—please, Micaiah—” “Come on my cock,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.” ★⁠☆ Maliya comes home after two years abroad, hoping everything she ran from has finally cooled. But the moment she steps through the door, she realizes nothing has changed—especially not the one person she never wanted to face again. Micaiah. Her stepbrother. Her almost. Her reason for disappearing. She plans to keep her distance, start classes, rebuild her life… until her parents drop the news: they’ve transferred her to a new university, the one where Micaiah works as a professor. And they’re leaving for a three-month honeymoon, meaning she and Micaiah will be living in the same house. Alone. Maliya tells herself she can handle it. But Micaiah has his own ideas about unfinished business. Three months isn’t long… unless you’re stuck with the one person you swore you’d never fall for again.

Warning! This book is for mature audiences only. Tonia Marco, an 18-year-old girl, was employed as a maid in the Jacksons' villa. However, she was an Omega, and the Jacksons' heirs were three hot Alphas. They claimed her, mated with her, but when she became pregnant, they rejected her. Broken, Tonia ran away. Years later, she met the triplets once more. James: I am sorry, Tonia. Please give us a second chance. John: Tonia, I regret my mistake. I shouldn't have joined them to reject you. Julian: Tonia, hit me if that will make you feel better, but please come back home. Do you think Tonia will forgive them after everything? Find out.

Come here, King's heavy voice echoed, and she jumped. Fear was evident on her face. "I have to go home" Her pleading voice echoed in the room. She was ignoring King's words. How was it possible? He got up from his seat and came in front of her. "Where to go?" He leaned towards her and asked. Seeing his eyes changing color, she took a step back but the next moment her hair was in King's grip. A painful scream came out of her mouth. "Please leave me alone. What did I do to you?" She was crying badly. King was enjoying her condition. She was badly hurt in his grip. "Leave me alone." She was tormented. "If you obey me, l'll get you out of here soon," he said, leaning close to her face. Name of King Elam in Vampire Word, People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him.

Uzumaki Ryuu is a 17 year old boy who lives a peaceful life from the mountainside of Wakayama, Japan. His carefree lifestyle turned to a wicked survival 500 kilometers away. Unknown place, unfamiliar faces, stimulating courses of events; will he get back home alive? Furthermore, it is somewhere in the Red Light District, a popular town in the City of Tokyo where the legal buying and selling of teens was established. The wealthy were at the top of the social cycle; power, authority, fame, and prestige are in their hands. A commonplace for young children to be sold out by irresponsible families and Servers come to existence from the covetousness of the place, called the Service Hub; 15 years to fortify, will it be the same place again? Let us join the extraordinary boys, watch out for every clue hidden everywhere and see what the future holds for the new generations of the Servers. Unfold the mysteries, secrets, wait- will there be a friendship turning to love? Enemy to lovers? Love at first sight? Fake or true love? Hey, we must highlight the love of parents here. A/N: My first ever published BL story. Hope you like it. This is an art of dedication and hard work. All writers do. If you like my book, please support me. Thank youuuuuuu

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

Ella believed her marriage was happy—until the night of her son’s birthday. Her husband didn’t come home, staying with his brother’s wife all night. So Ella took her son and left the country. Only then did her husband begin begging for them to come back. It was too late, wasn’t it?

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

"Ms. Hall, these are the details of the feigned death service you booked with us. The date of death is set for the wedding, half a month from now. The cause of death will be suicide by drowning, and the deceased is yourself. Please confirm and sign here." Wendy Hall nodded. Without hesitation, she signed her name at the bottom of the document. The bustling street was alive with chatter and movement. As Wendy walked home alone, she glanced up, and there it was—the giant screen on a nearby building, looping a video of Grayson Bryce proposing to her.