Romans & histoires Pretty Marine

My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.

I shatter, crying out his name, my whole body shaking. He doesn't stop, just licks me through it until I'm pushing at his head, oversensitive. He stands, mouth and chin glistening, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Strip," he orders. "I want you naked. Want to see every inch of what belongs to me." I scramble to obey, unhooking my bra with shaking hands while he strips. And god, his body. All muscle and scattered scars and that massive cock standing thick and hard against his stomach. I lick my lips without thinking and he notices, eyes darkening. "You want to taste it?" He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "Want this cock in your pretty mouth?" "Yes—" "Then get on your knees and show me how much you missed it." ••• Welcome to YES! DADDIES–– a dangerously HOT compilation of filthy, steamy, downright sinful short stories. Readers discretion is THOROUGHLY advised... this 18+ story doesn’t do well with clean underwear.

"Dimitri, I am telling you for the last fucking time, leave me the hell alone!" I yelled as the blood pulsed through my veins and my auburn hair rose. "My name isn't even Dimitri." "I really don't care. You've betrayed me and that's it. So Dimitri or whatever-" "I am Ivanovich Popov and I am not leaving you alone neither will I ever leave you alone. So it's either you come with me right now and willingly or I drag that pretty little ass while you kick and squirm. Choose wisely, Ramona." He yelled. I don't know why or how but looking at him now, the sweat running down his defined body, the way his biceps flexed and all, I felt a slight wetness pool at my panties. I clenched my legs tighter and decided to try my luck. "My name isn't Ramona either. That's my undercover name. My real name, my birth name, is Madi."

He said I couldn’t do it, but he was wrong. An old professor at UCLA promised me that I would make nothing of myself, so I made sure I did. To the tune of billions. I’m only a little cocky about it. Yachts, parties, and one-night events pretty much spell out my life. And all of it works well until I run into a beauty I can’t get out of my head. But we’re keeping it friendly and casual until we aren’t. There’s just one problem. Her old man hates me. And for good reason. He was my UCLA professor. He’s dead set against me becoming anything important to his little girl, but the old man’s got it all backward. I’m not looking to make an example out of our passion or prove a point. This isn’t about hit it and quit it. His daughter is mine, and he might kick me out, but she’s letting me all the way in.

Pretty, cool, genius, and talented— those are the adjectives I am being described in every street and places you asked about my name, Khrystyanna Solano. I am being entitled as a perfect girl with a perfect life for the riches my family possesses. I am being called by names in different ways for who cares about it. But no one asked if: who really is Khrystyanna Solano? I am the so-called perfect who once had a perfect life. A complete family, a cozy house, trusted workers, loyal family friends and even the perfect parents. But who would have thought that in a joyous occasion that is supposed to be filled with happiness and laughter, all I and my best friend once have... just vanished? Not long after this, another wave of surprises welcomed me. The once I thought finished is still nothing but a dream. Because the man who took everything away from me, returned for another thing he wanted... me. What is his intention for chasing after me? What is his reason for doing such a horrendous thing in our family? And... What is he?

In every fairytale story, fate always brings the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love. But mine was the exact opposite. It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl. For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off. Keagan had never been interested in me. Hell, I had no doubt he didn’t know that I existed. After all, who would be interested in a lowly omega maid like me, the weakest in rank? Definitely not my Alpha. Our love was fake, as plastic as it got and only I knew it. Living with the guilt of my actions wasn’t enough, right? When it all blew up in my face, My Alpha had to bring in a new woman who he claimed to be in love with. And I had to accept it. But a life as an Unloved Luna definitely beats one as a washed-up, raped, and abused Omega…right?

Crescent Moon and her mother never settled in a pack. They moved from one pack to another every time her mother noticed people lurking nearby, earning them the name ‘The Rogues.’ Crescent harbored hatred towards her mother for forcing her to disguise as a boy since she was three years old and the constant moving never allowed her to have a life of her own, unlike other she-wolves. As usual, after three months, they were on the run but ended up in the den of their enemies. Her mother was killed, leaving behind a notebook containing words written in a foreign language, while Crescent was forced to flee into the Storm Bringer Pack, posing as a slave brought from another pack. However, she never expected to be chosen by the ruthless Lycan Prince, Anton Storm Bringer, heir to the Lycan throne, as his servant. Crescent was chosen to serve the cursed Lycan Prince, whom everyone feared and prayed to the Moon goddess never to cross paths with. But what happens when the cursed Lycan Prince discovers that his mate, whom he was cursed never to have, is actually his pretty male servant with a sharp mouth and bratty attitude?

🔞Explicit content 🔞 “My sweet Camila,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re dripping wet for me—even though I’m standing here injured and drenched in blood. I never took you for a little sadist.” * * * * Camila has always kept her head down, kept to herself. But that was before she discovered her new stepbrother was Ethan—the infuriating, untouchable heartthrob of her school. She's used to staying out of the spotlight, but Ethan’s arrival flips her world upside down. Brooding and untamed, he’s as tempting as he is off-limits. There’s a rumor he’s more than just a pretty face, that there's something wild hidden behind those intense eyes. Something dangerous. The more Camila tries to keep her distance, the more their worlds collide in ways she can't explain. With every stolen glance and forbidden touch, she’s pulled closer to a secret that’s as thrilling as it is terrifying. A secret that blurs the line between human and beast, love and fate. And once Camila learns the truth, she’ll have to choose: keep her distance… or risk everything for a taste of the forbidden.

When I'm on the verge of dying, the kidnapper who has kidnapped me calls my fiance, Connor Weston, who's also the youngest patrol officer in the pack. The call goes through, only for us to hear Connor's voice, which is filled with suppressed rage. "Sylvia Kline, I'll give you three seconds to stop bothering me. Vivian's initiation ceremony will take place at night three days later. If you dare pull off another one of your tricks again—" "Connor…" Blood gushes out of my mouth as soon as I open it. My voice is so hoarse that I don't sound like myself at all. "Save… me…" "Your acting's pretty good," Connor cuts me off, his tone filled with disdain. "Listen, if you dare skip out on the ceremony and embarrass me in front of the entire pack, you can forget about going home." After that, the line goes dead. In the end, I die from mutilation. It's fine, Connor. I can't go home for real this time.

Everyone said Kane adored me. That for me, he'd tame the wild rage of an Alpha, soften every growl, and sheath every claw. Ten years. Ten damn years of chasing, spoiling, protecting. I was convinced I’d be his Luna—his mate, his forever. But betrayal doesn’t come with a warning. It cuts sharp and deep. And it never just comes once. The first lie, I forgave. The second, I bled. The third? It broke something in me I’m not sure I’ll ever get back. And then came the words that snapped the last thread holding me together. "Julia, can't you just stop being so difficult? Stop acting like the world revolves around you." That was when I knew. The man who once walked through fire for me…Had turned into the very beast I needed saving from. The love I thought I had—it wasn’t love. It was a gilded cage, pretty from the outside, but still a prison. And if I was ever going to be free, I'd have to be the one to smash it open. Even if it meant setting the wolf on fire with it.