Romantic Bedtime Stories For Boyfriend

The perpetually 17-year-old Rose Cristian has resurrected. Again. She has to. Otherwise, the evil witch Joanna would succeed in ending the world. Rose isn't worried, though, she has vanquished the enemy several times before and will do so again. Only this time, Joanna's become more powerful and it might be Rose's first loss in their 500-year-old war. That is unless Rose gains access to an ancient curse that's fatal to the witch. The catch? She has to marry the mysterious and brooding Jericho in order to activate the curse. Despite an obvious physical attraction, Rose just can't seem to like her husband and he seems to feel the same. So it's always sarcasm and fistfights whenever they're together. Add into the mix her newfound warrior team: the morose werewolf Ty and the clumsy wizard Trick. Will Rose succeed in her task this century or will she finally breathe her last?

I only meant to spite my ex. I didn’t mean to blow up my entire life. Catching my boyfriend cheating backstage was the script from hell. Kissing the first guy I saw to prove I didn't care? That was just bad acting. But I didn't know the "stranger" was Cole Donovan, the campus’s resident tech genius who’s about as emotional as a calculator. Now, a video of that kiss is sitting in my mother’s inbox. She’s gone from "divorced" to "devout," and if I don't prove this mystery guy is my serious, respectable boyfriend, she’s pulling my tuition. I have forty-eight hours to track down a man I don't know, convince him to lie to my mother, and hope he doesn't realize how desperate I actually am. But Cole Donovan doesn't do favors, and he definitely doesn't do drama. I’m an actress, but this is one role I never rehearsed for. And if I can’t convince the campus’s coldest genius to play along, my mother is pulling me out of theater, and my dream is over before the final curtain.

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.

I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice. His name was Marcus. He swore he’d stay in touch when he left for that “year-long business trip.” Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama. Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start. Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend. Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose. Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn’t know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?

I had been dating Lily Foster for three years, and she strictly insisted on splitting every expense. When my mother needed surgery and I was short twenty thousand dollars, she looked troubled. “Aaron, we agreed on financial independence.” I went everywhere trying to borrow money, while she turned around and bought her brother a Ferrari outright. When I confronted her, she answered without a hint of guilt. “That’s my money. What does it have to do with you? “And besides, you’re a man. You can’t always expect a woman to support you, right?” Her brother drove the sports car right up in front of me, showing off. “My sister said it herself—your money is her money, but her money is still hers.” I laughed. Because just a moment ago, I had activated the “Malice Cashback” system. For every trace of hostility someone directed at me, I would receive a hundredfold cash return. Lily stood in front of me, frowning in disgust. “What are you laughing at? You look like an idiot.” [Ding! Received 20 hostility points from Lily Foster. Cashback of $2,000 has been credited.]

Kimberly and Harry had been dating for a year and were planning to get married, but a harsh truth shattered everything. Harry was cheating on Kimberly with Deborah, Kimberly's stepsister, and they already had a child together. Kimberly decided to end their relationship. Kimberly was devastated and grew to resent Deborah even more. What Deborah did was exactly the same as what her mother did. They both stole someone else's man and had a child with him. Michael, their father, had an affair with his secretary and had a daughter, Deborah. Fortunately, Kimberly had a reliable friend in Nicholas. Even though he was gay, he always understood Kimberly's feelings. However, a secret was eventually revealed that changed their relationship.

He is the Eagle, the unknown face but the known name in the underworld mafia. She is sweet and normal girl who was just betrayed by her fiance. She was searching for the life for herself. But what happens when these two who are completely unknown of their future clash together? What happens when the most powerful underworld mafia asks her to be his son's nanny and she falls for him hard? Will he fall for her despite the fact that he was once betrayed? Will he be able to replace her? Warning:∆The following contents may contain scenes which aren't tolerable and appropriate for some readers.Please, read at your own risk.Contains mature contents of violence, murder, blood shedding and sexual intimacies.∆

As a reader, we can fall in love with a Fictional Character. The words that the author use to define the physical attribute makes us readers fall in love with that character. Same as Amira Madrigal, who's deeply in love with a fictional character named Zeke Alejandro from a book that she always read, the title "Unexpected Love Story". Zeke is a bad boy and an arrogant campus prince who's written to fell in love with Krisha Fajardo, the female lead character of the story. Unfortunately, Amira hasn't read the book completely because her professor caught her reading the book while his teaching. An unknown sender gives her a link to a site where she could continue to read the next part of the story. She doesn't know that this will be the way for her to enter another world. Another dimension. To meet her Love. Zeke Alejandro, the fictional character inside the book. Could she also be the main character of the story she accidentally went into? Or would be the antagonist to the main character that she always imagined to be her? How will the story run?? How will the story end??

My boyfriend suddenly posted something on his Instagram. [I’ve offered my body and soul to the country.] I was about to ask what he meant when he sent me a plane ticket to the northwest. He explained that the mission was confidential and that he could not be in contact with me during this time. Ten months passed. He was supposed to be away, but he came home unexpectedly and caught me at a prenatal checkup. When he saw my eight-month-pregnant belly, his face turned pale with anger. “I’ve been gone for ten months. How are you pregnant?” I shrugged and said, “Weren’t you supposed to be gone for three years? Why are you back after just ten months?”

I got into a car crash with my adoptive sister. The first person to rush to the scene was my childhood sweetheart, Jay Porter—the guy I'd been secretly seeing for two years. But Jay went to her first. He didn't even look my way as I sat there, bleeding heavily on the side of the road. I grabbed his hand, desperate to tell him I was pregnant. He just shook me off. "Sorry, Emma. Julia's delicate. I have to get her to the hospital now. Just wait here for the paramedics." By the time the rescue team got me to the hospital, I was out of immediate danger. But my baby... was gone. I wanted to confront Jay, to demand an explanation. Instead, I overheard him talking to a friend. "You played Emma this whole time, just for Julia's sake. Don't you think that's going too far?" Jay's reply was cold. "So what? Julia's just the Bourne family's adopted daughter—she's never been as protected and cherished as Emma, the precious heiress. That's exactly why it has to be me. I'll protect Julia. For her, I'd do anything." So it was all a lie. Every bit of love he'd ever shown me was just an act. After I was discharged, I went straight home and called my father. "Dad, can you make it so I never existed here? Erase all my records from this country."