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"I am not jealous, I am territorial. Sekali aku mengatakan kau adalah milikku, maka kau adalah milikku. Selamanya." Kehidupan Starla jungkir balik setelah mengetahui perselingkuhan antara kekasihnya Bima dengan Intan. Starla terpaksa harus dijual dan dijadikan pelacur pengganti demi menyelamatkan Intan. Berbagai perlawanan dilakukan oleh Starla hingga takdir membuatnya menjadi budak seks seorang CEO di Negara Eropa. Permainan seks jenis BDSM pun harus dijalani oleh Starla sebagai seorang submissive. Mampukah Starla bertahan? Note : Cerita ini diperuntukkan bagi kalangan dewasa yang mempunyai fikiran luas dan berakal sehat. Ada konsekuensi ketika membaca cerita ini yang harus bisa kalian kontrol. Selamat membaca!

"Henceforth, you will live here. You belong to me now." Ryan declared, his deep voice slicing through my defenses. --- At just twenty-two, Jack Harris was on the brink of despair in the dangerous Stone City. Alone in the world and struggling to survive, he was ready to give up. Then, he crossed paths with Ryan Thompson, the man who held the city in his grasp. By day, Ryan was a charming CEO; by night, he ruled as the feared Mafia boss. Rather than seeing Jack as a victim, Ryan perceived him as the universe's gift to him. He offered Jack a chance at life, unaware that the price would entail facing his deepest fears. Ryan quickly became fixated on Jack, drawn in by the very terror Jack embodied. After enduring a series of pain, terrifying BDSM and displays of dominance, Jack ultimately surrendered, marking the most significant compromise of his life.

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.

‘She was his salvation. He would be her damnation.’ To escape her Father’s choking cage over her, Eve Bianchi didn't need a knight. She needed a monster. And she chose Lucille ‘Hellhound’ Hellfire— a man the Mafia world feared for his madness and cruelty. He agreed to be her husband. He never agreed to be gentle. His obsession is a collar around her soul. He doesn't want her obedience; he wants her surrender. To feel her pulse throb against his palm as he reminds her that every gasp of air is a gift from him. ⸻ Content Warnings: obsession, possession, stalking, manipulation, toxic power dynamics, dubious consent, worship/degradation, breath play, BDSM, violence, cursing, criminal activity, morally grey characters, unhealthy romance and of course, explicit sexual details.

Laila’s world shatters when her widowed mother announces her engagement to the very man Laila blames for her father’s death. Worse—he’s moving in. And he’s bringing his devastatingly handsome sons. Laila refuses to let the wedding happen but revenge has a way of twisting desire into something far more dangerous. And when forbidden touches turn into addictive nights, Laila realizes the most lethal trap might be the one she built herself. One house. Three men. No safe way out. This book is strictly 18+ and contains dark romance elements including: Forbidden/ Non-consensual/Dubious consent scenes. Dangerous obsession. BDSM & psychological manipulation. Explicit sexual content If these themes disturb you, do not proceed. Otherwise, dive in... and enjoy this sinfully dark, spicy read.

Read this fighter story where Alyssa Xander is hellbent on knowing Hayden Knight. Not to his knowledge,he end up in the fighting cage of "The Underground" with Alyssa.Will he finally open up to Alyssa? Read all of the complicated but also soft story of them together.

This book is the sequel to The Dark Mysteries Of Castle Free Sky. While Caine and Della plan their wedding at Castle Free Sky, the jilted Mister plans his ultimate revenge against the people who ruined his life and took everything from him. The magic is now wide awake in the castle and more secrets are being spilled. Queen Rebecca has been restored, but there is too much personal business left unattended at the moment. Fasten your seatbelts fantasy fans and go on this wild, crazy, and sometimes naughty ride with me.

A post accusing me of feeding my employees free lunches worse than pig feed goes viral online. However, none of them know that the daily free lunches are all catered from a five-star hotel at 100 dollars per head. The entire internet goes crazy, calling me names and accusing me of being an evil boss. Even my co-founder, Dustin Jager, texts me and says, "Maybe we should go with what the employees want and change it to a meal allowance plan instead." I harden my heart and send out a company-wide announcement. "In response to everyone's pursuit of healthy eating and the right to choose their own lunches, the company has decided to discontinue the free lunch program. "A meal reimbursement plan will be introduced instead, effective immediately, with a daily limit of 20 dollars per person per day. All reimbursements will be calculated at the end of the month with the presentation of valid receipts." As soon as the announcement is made, the company's chat groups immediately go berserk.

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

After Samantha lost her twin sister, she blamed their parents. She became a rebel, always going against what they wanted and said until they got tired of her rebellious ways and Sent her to Greystone's Institute for the rich revolutionary and delinquent kids. She met kids like her who were misunderstood and neglected, with a promise not to have anything to do with the other kids. She was always alone doing things to make the other kids detest her until she conversed with another kid. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, he stood up, and I watched as he towered over my sleeping form; he stretched out his hand to help me up; I took it to you, and he pulled me up “So that you know, you are not alone; whatever the reason came here doesn’t matter; having friends is important. If bunches of misunderstood kids couldn’t even help one another out, who else would help them?” he said and left. And then she discovered that her online crush, who had always professed his 'love' for her despite never meeting, is someone closer than she thought, someone she finds annoying and obnoxious in real life. Lonewolf: a lot of things here and there, but I’ll be online more often now. I heard you missed me EM: You know I would miss you before disappearing. Were you trying to do out of sight, out of mind? Lonewolf: XD did it work, though? EM: nope, haven’t you heard? Lonewolf: that? EM: distance makes the heart fonder Lonewolf: you mean distance makes the heart grow fonder? EM: Yeah that