Poems Containing Irony

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Being the third party in a relationship cuts deeper than any blade ever could. I watch him glorify her, obsess over her, pour every ounce of his devotion into someone who will never be his wife. The bitter irony tastes like poison on my tongue. I deserve that consuming passion, that unwavering dedication. After all, I'm the one who wears his ring, bears his name, shares his bed. Yet when he looks at me, there's nothing. Just cold, empty indifference. "You are nobody to me." His words echo through my memory like a death knell. "It's impossible for me to care about you. The only person I want isn't here because of you." The marriage was nothing more than a business transaction. I realized this truth far too late.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

It begun after an edict of the Emperor marrying Duchess Vanhi, who was unable to turn down his offer. Lixien, who's father revolted against the former reign of the current Emperor, was faced with crisis. Vailan, the Emperor, appointed her to keep an eye on her. It was wholly to prevent another revolt against the Emperor. But with the blossoming romance entanglements, with each passing day, can they really resolve the affairs of their hearts? ** She looked at his eyes containing his supposed secret desire for her. Surprised, she was momentarily in a daze. "Let's cross this line, Lixien. I want you." "I... want you too." The peak of romance that tied their hearts into one, along with their bodies, they were inseparable. But does love stays like that? Would this passionate, and sweet romance prevail the distress and pressure? With her head high and tears trickling down her eyes, she casted her letter one last look and mumbled, "I dare not love you, Vailan. We're supposed not to fall in love in the first place..." What will Vailan do to his wife who left him with a mere letter?

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

“Zelle, don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” Zach caressed her hair as tears fell on her cheeks.   “Y-you—you are not my knight in shining armor… This is not a fairytale!”    Aaron held her hand away from Zach. “I can be your prince if you want to...”    Zelle fell on her knees bursting into tears, “Please stop! I—I don’t want to see you two in one of those boxes too!”   18 people she cares about… 18 days left before her 18th birthday… Each day onward she receives bloody gifts containing disembodied parts… Which candle our Little Zelle will blow on the day of her birthday? “Happy Birthday to me…” ~~~~ * Original Novel * Original Book Cover * Copyrights Reserved

Liam had only one perfect moment—the day he was to wed Marcus, the love of his life. Yet, in such an irony, the wedding was disrupted by a jealous admirer, and within one terrible mistake, Marcus was killed by a bullet. Profound sadness ruled over Liam until a mysterious supernatural creature showed up, offering him a second chance. The catch? The price would be made known in the future. Hopeless and shattered, Liam agreed. But something went wrong. Rather than waking up in his past, Liam got into a different version of his world—New York, 2020. A world where Marcus was still very much alive but hadn't had the chance to meet him yet. And a world where another version of himself already existed—Daniel, a ruthless Mafia lord feared by everyone. While Liam pursues his mission to reunite with Marcus, he uncovers a shocking revelation: the same tragedy is destined to happen again. But this time, it's not only Marcus that is in jeopardy. Daniel—the cold, relentless Mafia boss—has his own plans, and they all seem to revolve around him. At this moment, with love, danger, and a man who is him but isn’t, Liam must find a way to outplay fate. Because if he fails, he won’t just lose Marcus again—he might lose himself.

A tremor ran through Araceli as his gaze caught hers. His touch, unexpectedly gentle, sent shivers down her spine. His words, a husky whisper, "I see the longing in your eyes, Angel," hung heavy in the air. ***** The irony wasn't lost on her. Araceli, who craved nothing more than a family's warmth, found herself entangled with a man who, despite his wealth and power, seemed to yearn for the very same thing. He was Zayn, CEO to a vast fortune, yet trapped in a gilded cage of a loveless marriage with a wife who has her eyes on another man. Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor, bringing them together at this crossroads in their lives. Both teetering on the edge, they fought the undeniable pull, the storm of emotions threatening to consume them

Rex Obasi was just an average banker, struggling to cope with the fact that his fiancé left him after 8 years. In a crazed moment of greed he steals documents worth millions of naira. But there's something peculiar mixed with the documents, a piece of paper containing strange numbers -coordinates he doesn't understand. When the coordinates lead to a human trafficking ring operating under the guise of a NGO, he realized he has stumbled on what is no doubt the deadliest organized crime in the history of the Country. Now his world of deposit slips and check books is replaced with guns and bullets, knives and assassins. It's up to Rex to put a stop to it, protect his family and just maybe get another chance at love. But there's every chance he'll get a bullet instead..

Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.

The Ship engaged in the Subsea Cable Laying, and Pipeline installation in the Arabian Sea found four big boxes during a pre-lay survey before a sub-sea pipeline installation. That was a diving ship. The divers inspected the box on the sea bottom and did not know what was inside. So the ship crews lifted boxes. They opened it and were shocked. Full of gold.Tons of gold. The top officials onboard that ship hid this information from their management, and they decided to transport that gold to Europe. The actual owner of this box containing gold is a terror group in Asia. They started a secret war from all sides to get back the gold without being noticed by the government agencies. Indian Military Intelligence, monitoring this terror group, got information about this gold. A true expression of a pirate story. This you love to read with breath held.