Rim Job Gif Novels & Stories

The city was a cage. The forest is a hunt. Lila Voss ran to the decaying town of Eldridge Hollow to disappear. Broken by the suffocating expectations of her old life, she wanted nothing more than to be invisible. But when she cuts through a rain-slicked alley on her first night, she learns that some things cannot be outrun. She is found by Jax—a massive, feral Alpha wolf shifter who has been tracking her scent. He doesn't offer help; he offers a claim. Driven by a primal biological imperative, Jax bites her, kidnapping her into the depths of the forest to face a destiny she never chose. Now, Lila is no longer human, but she isn’t yet a wolf. Trapped in the pack’s subterranean den, she must survive the agonizing, bone-breaking transformation into a rare Silver Wolf. But her survival isn't just about the shift. Thorne, a sadistic rival Alpha, covets Lila as a trophy to breed a stronger bloodline, and he’s willing to burn the forest down to take her. With a war brewing on the border and a scorching, undeniable bond consuming her from the inside out, Lila must decide: will she remain the victim, or will she embrace the monster within and become the Queen the pack needs?

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything—except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife—his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered “Marina” cut deeper than the last. Then his ex returned. And without hesitation, David cast Lily aside like she meant nothing. So she did what she should have done years ago. She signed the divorce papers. She walked away. But now, David couldn't escape her absence. Her silence burned him in ways Marina never could. And suddenly, the man who swore he'd never love her was determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

Book Two of: My Mafia Princess “Breathe... Breathe Cassandra... Breathe...” She was about to give the best show of her life… But never did I imagine I was going to become the star of it. From the moment that our breaths mingled and our skins melted. She became the only reason that I breathed. MY ONLY DESIRE TO LIVE. Living a life ruled by my father and the ever-burning demands of his mafia empire; if ever I was going to defy it all, then it was going to be for her. And that was exactly what I did. I was determined to watch it all crash down and burn. Start a war. ALL FOR HER. Except I never imagined the secrets that I would uncover. The truths revealed and the lies that would be untold. A life perfectly orchestrated by the hands of the ones that I thought I could trust. So I had a choice… I could lay my soul bare and let her slice me open… LOSE IT ALL. Or play it safe and obey the code by which we lived… Was it ever a question? Ever a decision that needed to be made? She was my blind desire. AND SHE WAS ABOUT TO TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE.

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract. He hung up before I could lose my temper. I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation. [So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!] The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats. Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"

After my crimes, I surrendered myself to the police. My fiance rushed over and questioned me, “You didn’t steal anything, so why’re you admitting it?!” I spread my hands. I decided to spend the rest of my life in prison. In my previous life, my fiance’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had caused trouble everywhere after she returned to her home country. First, she stole things from a mall. Then, she dined and dashed. Finally, she ran a red light and killed someone. The mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all cornered me. I was puzzled. Why did they come after me for the things Selene did? Later, they accused me in front of the police of stealing, dining and dashing, and committing a hit-and-run. Apparently, they had mistaken me for Selene. But Selene and I looked nothing alike. I requested the surveillance footage as proof of their claims. The footage somehow showed that I was the one who had stolen things, dined and dashed, and committed a hit-and-run. My denial was useless without evidence. The footage, on the other hand, was foolproof. The victim’s family stabbed me to death out of rage. Even as I died, I could not understand why all the crimes Selene committed ended up becoming mine. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the very day Selene stole things from the mall.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Kimora Beatrix Lucien Gomez possesses all a person could desire. She has the looks, the wealth, the friends, and the ability to make guys drool over her. She's the life of the party. Kimo's the princess, or at least for the Gomezes. What if she found out that she was not the only princess of the Gomezes one day and ran into her as she stripped off everything and everyone from her, including the chinky-eyed guy she wanted to keep for herself?

Neera Miller is a sharp-tongued criminal lawyer with one rule: never defend the monsters who tore her world apart. But when a mysterious client drags her into the orbit of Keiran Renzaro—the most feared mafia lord in the city and the very symbol of the life that ruined hers—she finds herself bound to him by a case that runs deeper than the law. As desire clashes with vengeance, and truths are revealed layer by painful layer, Neera must decide if she can be with the man who might be responsible for everything she’s tried to forget. In a game where the lines between justice and crime blur, can she survive falling for the devil himself?

Now that I've been accepted into a prestigious college, my family throws a college acceptance party for me. My older cousin, Jessica Boone, gives me a gift for the occasion—a scratch-off lottery ticket with half the numbers scratched already. But when she finds out that I won 20 dollars from the lottery ticket, she offers 200 thousand dollars to buy the ticket off me. Finding it strange, I refuse her offer. Jessica goes berserk. She starts cursing me out, telling me to go to hell. She even pushes me off the high-rise building right in front of all the guests at the party. The dozens of people in attendance, including my parents, staunchly support her actions and even start remarking that I deserve to die. My eyes open once more—I've gone half an hour back in time. Once again, Jessica mockingly tosses the scratch-off lottery ticket at me and says those familiar words to me.

18++ "Damn, you're so tight." Hailey Bruce arched her back against the cold wood of the courtroom desk as Zeke Maximo, the ruthless crime lord she had sworn to fight, ripped her innocence away one thrust at a time. His hand clamped around her throat, and his voice was a low growl in her ear. "Your mayor daddy would be so proud watching you right now." But it wasn't until Hailey noticed the red recording light flash in the corner of the room that she realized Zeke wasn't just taking her body. He was systematically destroying her reputation. Hailey Bruce is twenty-four years old and has a perfect record. The youngest lawyer in Virginia, untouchable, unshakeable, and desperate to earn her father's approval, but she was never the daughter he desired. He chose Vivian, a surgeon, a doctor, and her perfect twin. Hailey was nothing more than a shadow. Until zeke maximo walked into her courtroom. Her father's greatest adversary, a man who never remained in prison. He turned trials into theater and made her tremble in anger. and in need. What started as a case evolved into a dangerous obsession. And once Zeke had her, he never planned to let her go. When crime and justice collide, there are no rules—only submission.