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“Are you reading my mind right now?” he asks me while coming closer. “No, I am not.” “I wish you were. So that you can know how you have consumed my mind, how much I think about you. How I want to hold you and care for you. This is what has been going through my mind from the first day I saw you at our border with a protruding belly.” *** Lyra thought marriage to the Alpha would be her salvation, a chance to escape her father’s suffocating control. But when she overhears a deadly plan—one that marks her and her unborn child as pawns in a sinister power play—she makes the only choice that can save her life. With nothing but a cloak to hide her secret and no one to trust, Lyra runs. In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances shift like shadows, Lyra finds refuge in a rival pack, only to uncover gifts she never knew she possessed. But as her powers grow, so do the dangers lurking in the dark. While Damian, her estranged husband, searches for answers about his missing wife and child, and the truth behind his parents’ deaths—an even greater threat looms over them all. Yet some secrets refuse to stay hidden.

For Adults+🔞. What if my Mommy and Daddy do make po.r.n? What if he satiates a horny housewife and her twins? What is the mystery behind Mommy and Daddy? This was no ordinary diary... After a series of daring exploits, a mysterious event occurred. Read more to find out... NB: This book contains first hand stories/tales of horny couples and their erotic sexscapades. (Enjoy reading) *********** Excerpt... My hands stroked up and down her body, brushing those young titties of hers. I loved the feel of her plump breasts as I sodomized her with my big dick. I couldn't wait to tell my cuckqueen wife how much fun I had today. Ashley would suck my dick so hard as I told her the story. Then I would f**k her as she squealed in her delight at being cheated upon. She really was the perfect wife. I pumped away at Riley's asshole. I savored burying into her again and again. It was just a wonderful treat to f**k her like this. I couldn't get over how amazing her anal sheath felt squeezing about me. I would explode f**king this tight asshole. Just erupt.

Sequel of 'Set Me Free', hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as they liked the previous one. “What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room. Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry vision keeps on roaming around the trying to find the one he has been looking for forever. Isabelle, the only reason he is holding on, all this pain he is enduring just so that he could see her once he gets out of this place. “What is your name?!” The man now loses his patience and brings up the electrodes his temples and gives him a shock. Daniel screams and throws his legs around and pulls on his wrists hard but it doesn’t work. The man keeps on holding the electrodes to his temples to make him suffer more and more importantly to damage his memories of her. But little did he know the only thing that is keeping Daniel alive is the hope of meeting Isabelle one day. “Do you know her?” The man holds up a photo of Isabelle in front of his face and stops the shocks. “Yes, she is my Isabelle.” A small smile appears on his lips while his eyes close shut.

Rayna Nathania never knew when her love had turned into pain— Alpha Darius Blackthorn, her husband who had once been her protector and support, gradually became cruel—hurting her without mercy, while his heart turned to Laura Kiel, Rayna’s twin who had always lived in her shadow. Everything collapsed at the clan gathering. In front of the Alphas and nobles, Darius held Laura’s hand, choosing her openly, and tore Rayna apart—stripping her of everything—as a wife, as Luna, as a woman. As Rayna wished to vanish into the night and her shame, a man emerged from the darkness— Reagan Valerius Blackthorn, Darius’ older brother, the true Alpha who had long been hidden, the leader of the most feared clan—appeared with a cold aura and power that made the entire clan bow. He was not Darius’ enemy… he was the Blackthorn family’s greatest secret. Reagan did not come to seize the throne. He came to reclaim what had been taken—truth, power, and the woman destroyed by the blood of his own kin. And from that night onward, Rayna realized one thing: what was truly broken was not her—but the fate of Darius Blackthorn, who had dared to cross forbidden boundaries. Area 18+ Please be wise in choosing reading material.

‎ ‎Lydia Hawthorne spent three years loving a man who didn't love her back. ‎ Yet Lydia stayed, hoping that one day, Donald would finally see her as more than a replacement for his first love who abandoned him. ‎ ‎But when his first love returns, everything shatters. ‎ ‎He signs their divorce papers without even reading them. ‎ ‎Broken, betrayed, and left with nothing, Lydia walks away determined to rebuild the life she gave up for love. ‎ ‎Then fate throws her into the path of him. ‎ ‎A man too powerful to be touched. Too dangerous to be crossed. ‎ ‎The untouchable tycoon. ‎ ‎Cold. Ruthless. Feared by everyone. ‎ ‎Yet for reasons Lydia cannot understand, he becomes obsessed with protecting her… spoiling her… and standing between her and the people who broke her. ‎ ‎Meanwhile, Donald realizes too late that the wife he discarded was the woman who held his entire world together. ‎ ‎Now he wants her back. ‎ ‎But there’s one problem. ‎ ‎The powerful man by Lydia’s side isn’t willing to let her go. ‎ ‎And when buried secrets, betrayal, and dangerous truths come to light… ‎ ‎Donald may lose far more than his ex-wife. ‎ ‎Because some women break. ‎ ‎And some women come back untouchable. ‎ ‎

Jeffrey leaned against the door, his eyes locked on Ronald. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” he asked, his voice low. “Like you’re holding something back.” Ronald’s stare didn’t waver, “Because I am.” Jeffrey stepped closer, heat building up between them. “Then stop.” Ronald’s fingers brushed his jaw, slow and intentional. “You have no idea what I’d do to you if I let go.” “I’m not afraid of you,” Jeffrey whispered. “I’m afraid you won’t.” The tension grew as Ronald’s lips were only a breath away from his. “Say it,” he said. Jeffrey didn’t blink. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” That was all it took. Ronald grabbed him by the waist and pulled him in with a wild kiss… ***** Ronald was to be engaged to seal a business alliance between both families, unknown to them that he was into men. The night before his engagement, he found a man that stole his heart. And this man happened to be his fiancée’s brother. Would Ronald overcome his desire, or would he choose love? Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel ‘LOVE IS WAR’ will have you reading until the very last page.

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation. He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?" I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't." He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings. He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore." Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I spent four years pretending to be obedient by West Graham’s side. Four years ago, after the video of Nina Avery running over my younger sister was exposed, my boyfriend, Jake Smith, hired a top-tier defense attorney for her to clear her name. When I was completely alone, with no one to rely on, it was Nina’s stepbrother, West, who stepped forward and chose justice over blood. He found a lawyer for me and gathered witness testimonies and physical evidence everywhere he could. In the end, he personally sent Nina to prison. When everything finally settled, West proposed to me, and I said yes. However, in the fourth year of our marriage, I saw an email in West’s inbox. It was a birthday message from Nina, and attached was a selfie of her smiling brightly at the beach. In the bottom-right corner of the photo was yesterday’s date. [Happy birthday, West! It’s been four years since I received Erin’s sister’s heart. There haven’t been any complications at all. Thanks to you and Jake, I’m given a second chance in life.] West replied. [To make you happy, I’ll do anything.] After reading all of it, I smiled brighter than ever. It’s been four years, and their time to die has finally come.

When I send the family car to the body shop for maintenance, an employee discovers a cat pregnancy guidebook wedged in the slot between the front passenger seat and the door. The cat's name is Rose. The signature shown on the furparent's slot belongs to my husband. "Christian Johannson, furdad of Rose." I'm stunned, to say the least. We don't keep cats at home. Coincidentally, Christian calls me on the phone. I ask him, "There's a guidebook in the car. When did you keep a cat?" He chuckles lightly in response. "There was a pregnant stray lingering around the company. I found it pitiful, so I brought it to the vet. It had already given birth last month. Now, it and its babies are the apple of the whole company's eye." With a smile, I praise Christian for being a kind-hearted soul. After ending the phone call, however, I begin reading the guidebook meticulously. Rose is apparently a short-haired cat. She's now two years old. As for the cats living in Christian's company, I've seen them in his colleague's social media posts before. All of them are tabby cats. After closing the guidebook, I take down the vet clinic's name. Then, I drive over to that location.