Post Apocalyptic Fiction

May mga islang hindi mo mahahanap sa mapa. At may mga gabi na hindi kailanman pwedeng ikuwento. Siya—isang dalagang nangangarap ng katahimikan. Siya—isang lalaking matagal nang ginugupo ng mga alaala. Isang gabi. Isang kasunduan. Isang halik na hindi na mabubura. Akala nilang pareho, panandalian lang ang lahat. Hanggang sa lumitaw ang katotohanang kay tagal nang itinatago—at may isang pangalan na hindi dapat banggitin sa isla. Sa Euphoria, lahat may presyo. At ang ilang halik… may kapalit na buhay. This story involves themes of luxury companionship, sex work, and high-profile desire—served with a shot of fiction and a twist of imagination. Rated R18+ All characters, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional and stem from the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real people, stories, or existing works—published or unpublished—are entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story is a personal creation meant to explore unique emotional and psychological journeys. It is not intended to imitate, copy, or reflect the narrative or structure of any other existing work. Please respect the author’s creative freedom, and enjoy this story for what it is: a work of fiction born from heart, imagination, and curiosity.

"Let me go!" She struggles, but it's useless. "Not happening, Princess. Someone wants to say hello.” "Did you really think you could run from me, sweetheart? Did you honestly believe you could embarrass me in front of everyone and just disappear?” He reaches out and traces his finger along her jaw. She tries to pull away, but the man holding her hair tightens his grip. "You look terrible, baby. All dirty and scratched up. That's what happens when spoiled princesses try to survive in the real world." "Go to hell!" "I'll get there eventually. But first, I have some good news for you…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Watch out for an intriguing blast of “Cloaked Scent From The Alpha”... A story full of real tensions and pleasures.. waiting to be unveiled on each page, from the world of fiction, into the world of reality of Princess Aria Stone!

Sofia is an editor known for her discipline and closed-off heart. Theo, the bestselling romance novelist she’s assigned to, is charming, intuitive, and dangerously flirtatious. As they revise scenes together late at night, the tension between them grows—blurring the line between fiction and real desire.

Raised as an omega in a world where wolf status meant hierarchy, Ben is used to being doted on by the alpha triplets. They were his masters. In the wolfbane academy, omegas have masters. He had three. Enzo. Ryker. Knoxx. They made his life a living hell all through all throughout the years. On the night of they'd coming of age ceremony, Ben stumbled on a shocking truth. His boyfriend, Nick, had been cheating on him with the girlfriend of the triplet, Rejoice. The duo threatened to make claims of him being a thief if he told a soul. When a blog post leak of intimate photos with Nick and Rejoice spread, all hell got loose. With Nick on his tail, he ran off only to fall into the arms of the triplets alphas. He feels the mate bond instantly. With no where else to turn to, he decided to flee the pack but was caught by Nick and Rejoice. They were bent on making his life hell. When the triplets alphas save him, they made an offer to make him theirs. One year with them in exchange for revenge. Ben never expected his life to flip upside down do quickly. A yes to the triplet Alphas could either be the best decision he'd ever made or the worst. Ben promised himself to not get caught in heat with the alphas but what happen when the line between hate and love begin to blur, will he give in to the bond or reject it? Find out in this exciting novel.

“Spread that tight little pussy for me. It’s mine tonight,” Callum growled in my ear as he slammed into me. “Yes. Claim me. Use me. Don’t stop.” A strangled moan ripped out of me. He drove so hard I could barely breathe. My nails ripped at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, when another hand yanked my hair back. My mouth fell open, and a second cock rammed into my throat. I gagged as spit streamed down my chin. A third voice cracked across me with a sharp smack to my ass, the sting making me cry out. “Good slut. Take it all. You’re nothing but our toy tonight.” Tears blurred my vision and my throat burned raw. My pussy clenched tight around Callum with every brutal drive. I gasped out the only words I had left. “Yes… Daddies. I’ll take everything." •••••••••••••••••• CLAIM ME, DADDIES isn’t here to tease. It drags you to your knees, rips you open, and leaves you begging for more. Inside, you’ll find hotel-room threesomes that leave no hole untouched, office domination that strips away every ounce of control, step-daddy cravings that cross every line, brutal gangbangs that push you past your limits, lesbian hookups that turn sweet into savage, gay encounters that shatter taboos, and roleplay so filthy it will stain your imagination. Every story is built to ruin you in the best way. This collection is for adults only, 18 and over. It contains explicit sex,raw language, taboo roleplay, and extreme scenarios. All stories are pure fiction and meant for erotic entertainment. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.

“Your body is made to carry my pup! Do that without objection and leave after giving birth to him,” Travis husked, his voice causing vibrations on earth. Rhea Duncan stared at him unblinkingly and scoffed, “I didn’t want to stay here anymore either. I’m still enduring your annoying nature because I have no choice.” • Rhea Duncan was inseminated by her best friend, Phoebe Barton, so that she could snatch her boyfriend from her. Her scheme was successful, but what Phoebe didn’t know was that she had just made her best friend a surrogate mother to the most eligible and enigmatic man in the country, and the alpha of his pack. What happens when a random human invades Alpha Travis’s world unexpectedly? What happens when Rhea Duncan realizes that the world she assumed was fiction is actually real, and she has just become a surrogate mother for the leader of that world? Will they accept that it is fate or just an accident?

I had been asleep from 1975 to 2025. I am the only successful subject to have ever survived a cryonics experiment. Wearing the face of a 20-year-old, I set off to seek out my wealthy younger brother and reclaim my place in the family. But a barrage of comments suddenly appears. "This female lead is stupid. Her brother took her small shop and turned it into a business empire. People change. He doesn't even remember her anymore. Why would he want to reconnect with her?" "Exactly! The Slater family is tearing itself apart over the inheritance. If she shows up, they'll kill her!" "Michael Shaw truly loves her. If she marries him, she'll be happy for life." Just then, Michael drops to one knee before me. "Zoe, the Slaters are too dangerous. Don't go back, okay? Marry me instead. I'll take care of you and protect you for the rest of my life." His words touch me. Before I can reply, I hear his thoughts in my ear. "System, did you post the fake comments?"

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

Cette histoire est le tome 2. Vous pouvez retrouver le Tome 1, Regarde-Moi. Au cœur du Grand Hôtel Vesuvio, Ava, l'épouse du redoutable Vincenzo De Luca, est prisonnière d'une solitude opulente. Un mois d'exil volontaire, suite à une humiliation insoutenable, et toujours ce silence assourdissant de son mari. Lui, Vincenzo, fier magnat napolitain, refuse de céder, même si son empire et son âme sont en lambeaux depuis son départ. Les rues de Naples bruissent déjà des rumeurs de leur rupture, mais ce que ni Ava ni Vincenzo ne savent, c'est que des ombres bien plus sombres s'étendent sur le clan. Cargaisons disparues, trahisons chuchotées... l'empire De Luca vacille. Ava percera-t-elle le mystère du mutisme de Vincenzo avant que l'orgueil et les secrets sanglants de la mafia n'achèvent un amour déjà brisé ? Et si la plus grande menace ne venait pas de l'extérieur, mais d'une trahison intime qui pourrait faire s'écrouler tout un héritage ? Avertissement : Ce roman s'adresse exclusivement à un public majeur et averti. Il contient des descriptions explicites pouvant heurter la sensibilité de certaines personnes, notamment des scènes de violence physique et psychologique, de consommation de drogue et d'alcool, ainsi que des scènes à caractère sexuel. La lecture de ce contenu est déconseillée aux personnes mineures ou sensibles à ces thématiques. Note de l'autrice Cette œuvre est une fiction entièrement originale. Toute ressemblance avec des personnes existantes, des événements réels, ou d'autres histoires de fiction, publiées ou non, serait purement fortuite. Si certains thèmes ou archétypes peuvent évoquer d'autres œuvres du genre romantico-érotique, l'univers, les personnages et les intrigues de ce récit sont le fruit de l'imagination de l'autrice.