Rhyming Words With More

Rinesa has high dreams for herself. She will do everything to get what she wants even if it means burying the memories and forget the man she loves. He is ready to use her beauty and talent to achieve fame. All men are fascinated with her, they are willing to give everything just to get her. Her new boyfriend is able to give her luxury and popularity. What would she do when she found out his boyfriend's brother is the only man she loved? Will all the pain come back? Will love comeback or it'll just be pure fuck?

Ibenta ni Cressia Montinola ang sarili sa halagang isang milyon sa isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki upang pambayad sa operasyon ng kanyang ama. Ngunit sa kasawiang-palad, hindi niya pa rin ito nailigtas sa kapahamakan. Nagbunga ang gabing iyon, at pinalaki niya ang bata nang mag-isa—walang karamay na ama. Sa muli nilang pagtatagpo, hindi siya nakilala ng lalaki. Nais niyang ilihim ang kanilang anak, ngunit mapagbiro ang tadhana. Ang squatter area kung saan siya naninirahan ay pagmamay-ari mismo ng lalaki. He is Damon Moretti, a Filipino-Italian billionaire, and a successful businessman.

" Kapag nasa kakahuyan ka na, tumakbo ka lang. Huwag kang hihinto at higit sa lahat huwag kang lilingon." Ang nagbabadyang luha ni Estella ay tuluyan ng kumawala na sa kanyang mga mata nang bitawan ni Lucas ang mga salitang iyon. Pakiramdam niya mapupunit ang kanyang puso habang naiisip niyang hindi na niya ito makikita pa kailanman. Ito na ang huli at wala siyang magagawa. Hinaplos niya ang maamo nitong mukha. Kitang-kita niya ang lungkot at pait sa abuhin nitong mga mata.  " Ngunit paano ka?Natatakot ako sa gagawin nila sayo kapag nalaman nilang tinulungan mo akong makatakas. Ayokong mawala ka sakin, Lucas. Ayakong-" Hindi niya natapos ang sasabihin ng siniil siya ng binata ng matamis na halik. Ninamnam niya ang nitong labi. Tahimik niyang naipanalangin na hindi na matapos ang halik na iyon kahit na alam niyang impossible. " Mahal kita," anito at dinala kanyang mga kamay sa matipunong dibdib nito. Ramdam niya sa kaniyang palad ang ritmo ng pagtibok ng puso ng binata. "Makakalimutan ka man ng aking isip pero patuloy na titibok ang puso ko para sayo." " A-anong ibig mong sabihin?." Natigilan ang dalawa ng may marinig silang mga yabag mula sa di kalayuan. Umaalingawngaw di ang kanilang mga boses.   " Malapit na sila. Tumakbo ka na at iwan mo na ako dito. " " P-pero..." pagsusumamo ni Estella sa binata. " Lilituhin ko sila upang mabigyan ka ng oras na makatakas dito. Diretsuhin mo lang ang kakahuyan at igigiya ka nito sa pangpang kung nasaan naghihintay ang isang bangka. Gamitin mo iyon upang makatawid sa kabilang isla." Niyakap niya ang binata ng mahigpit  bago tuluyang tumakbo papunta sa madilim na kakahuyan. Tanging ang liwanag ng buwan ang nagpapaninag sa kanyang dinaraanan. Hindi siya tumigil kahit na narinig niya ang napagsigaw ni Lucas sa di kalayuan. 

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

My father-in-law tossed a credit card across the table and looked down at me, demanding that I divorce his daughter. In my past life, I had refused with everything I had. But this time, I picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without a second thought. Because right then, I remembered what had happened last time. In that life, I found my wife after she had lost her memory. To support her, I worked myself to the bone, delivering 200 food orders a day. But when her memories came back, she realized she was actually the daughter of the wealthy Harretts. She saw our marriage as a stain on her perfect life. To get rid of me, she pretended to have amnesia again. She said, "Since you saved me once, I'll give you some money. But after this, don't ever show up in front of me again." I refused. I stayed by her side, enduring her insults and beatings. But in the end, she ordered our son to set the fire that killed me, just so she could marry her first love. Now that I had been given another chance, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”

"Why aren't you ready for me?" His voice cut through the darkness, sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "How often do I have to tell you about the rules?" "I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat tight. "I was sick again today, and work was—" "Excuses." He ripped away my underwear, the fabric tearing. "You smell like a kitchen maid. Disgusting." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back tears. Three years. Three years of being his unwanted wife, forced on him by his grandfather's deal. The old man's words still echoed: "You saved my life, child. Let me give you a good life in return." ***** Five years ago, Elena thought she’d left her nightmare behind. Forced into a loveless marriage with the ruthless Nikolai Ashford, she endured his cold accusations and cruel indifference. But when their toxic relationship threatened the life of her unborn child, she vanished, reinventing herself as Mia Thompson—a confident heiress with a powerful empire of her own. Now, Mia’s carefully rebuilt world is crumbling. One of her twins is gravely ill, and the only hope for survival lies in Nikolai, the man who shattered her heart. Returning to his world isn’t just a desperate gamble to save her child—it’s a chance to exact the revenge she’s dreamed of for years.

WARNING: Extremely Mature Content Ahead. It was supposed to be a one time thing, Melissa never planned to be passed around from one man's bed to another to help her husband's career. She did it for love, what she never expected was to be humiliated and tossed away for it. Five years later, she returns to New York, a wealthy heiress with a plan to destroy her cheating ex husband. But fate throws a wrench in her plans with the appearance of Logan Fitzgerald, a man who would do anything to have her. Can the heiress' icy heart be thawed? Or will she destroy her chances at a second love in the course of her revenge? This story contains explicit sex scenes! Note: After Melissa’s story, the next 20 chapters are a collection of erotica stories, EXTREMELY EROTICA!! Not advised for readers under 18! ENJOY!!!

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"