Satisfaction Points Cheat Novels & Stories

“God, Moving between your thighs feel so good baby,” Rowan moaned as he thrust his hips just hard enough to make the tip of his length nudge against me without penetrating. This was wrong. So fucking wrong! Weren't we supposed to be enemies for God’s sake?! Rowan was my bully, but also my sister's husband. He was fresh from the altar with his new wedding ring barely warm on his finger. But the way he was moving his tongue and body over mine, was absolutely sinful. I had vowed to hate him for the rest of my life, but he had vowed to claim me as his pet, and at this rate, I didn’t know who would win. … Larry thought watching his girlfriend cheat on him with his worst enemy, Rowan, was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. But he was wrong. Because on the morning of his sister’s wedding… he is horrified to find himself in bed with his sister's groom… Rowan. Yeah—that same handsome, smug, and devastatingly handsome Rowan who ruined his life was the same guy about to marry his sister. And things only get worse because Rowan now declares that Larry now belongs to only him! To make matters worse, Rowan isn’t the normal human everyone thought he was. He’s a powerful, dark, twisted, and dangerous supernatural being who is way more obsessed with Larry than he should ever be. And just when Larry thinks things can’t get more messed up… He finds out that everything he thought he knew was a lie, and it might already be too late to escape the psychotic beast that is Rowan.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

Five years after I broke up with my childhood sweetheart, Jason Thorne, my ALS progressed to its terminal stage. Since I can't receive any treatment for my disease at all, I decide to fly back to my hometown and wait for my death to come. Meanwhile, Jason has been dating a woman named Freya Tyler for five years. In fact, they are about to get married. Freya is even pregnant with Jason's child. We bump into each other in the hospital's garden. When Jason sees the blanket around my shoulders, he scoffs at me. "You're already this weak, and yet you're here all alone. It seems that your doctor boyfriend isn't taking good care of you at all. Then again, you did cheat on me with that guy. It only makes sense that your new relationship won't end well at all." Freya smiles brightly at me. "That's enough, Jason. It's not like everyone is capable of taking care of me very well, just like you do. "Our wedding will be held at the base of a snow mountain in Selvaria. You simply must attend our wedding, Ms. Moyer." As I gaze at Jason's cold and arrogant expression, I do my best to suppress my feelings of longing and guilt. Instead, I reply calmly, "No, thank you. I'm not interested in my ex-boyfriend's life. I'm only staying here for a short while. In the future, I will never come back ever again." Jason merely huffs before turning on his heel and walking away. But when I depart from this world, he loses his will to live too.

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

BLURB I came into the Moonbridge pack with only one mission in mind: Make the Alpha triplets pay for the death of my parents. All these started Many years ago, the human clan and the wolf clan were at odds. In order to prevent further loss of life, our emperor compromised. At every eighteenth year interval, any young lady about to turn eighteen or is eighteen would be sent to serve the Alpha of the wolf clan. But I wasn't ready to back down and let history determine my fate, I would kill the Alphas regardless of any situation. But now, fate made a cruel joke on me, I became the Alphas' human mate, tied to them by a dangerous bond, one that draws me closer to them regardless of the hatred I have for them. Now I am not sure if I could bring myself to kill the ones that stole my heart. **** “Little vixen! How many times do I have to tell you, you can't do anything to us." Scott said, as his hands parted my thigh, sliding in between, causing my back to ache backwards. “She hasn't learnt her lesson yet!" Seth added, his breath hot against my skin, peppering kisses all over my neck. I bit my lower lips tightly to keep myself sane. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction they needed. I forced myself to swallow the moan that threatened to spill out of my mouth. “I will have my way Alphas’ you better be careful….” I hadn't even finished as Sage sprang forward and sealed my words, claiming my lips possessively. He pulled out suddenly gasping for air, his gaze locked on mine, as his eyes kept searching mine. “We will see about that Vixen, who exactly needs to be careful."

“You want soft?” Marco’s voice whispered against my ears. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but the way he leaned over me…one hand braced on the wall, made it impossible. “I’m not soft, Cassandra. I’m not the kind of man who lights candles and whispers pretty lies in bed.” He leaned in, our lips inches apart “Listen to me, dolcezza, I f***. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.” I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.” His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command. “No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.” I hated him. I hated the way my p**** ached for his touch. I hated my body for betraying me for wanting him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your p**** soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me do you want my c*** or my collar?” I swallowed hard, “Both.” Marco smiled. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!” **** SEQUEL TO FORCED TO BE THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE CASSANDRA’S STORY She was sold to the ruthless mafia don to bear an her for his cold, gay son. But she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of forbidden desire. But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.

“It's only fair to have some fun as well” I muttered to myself, ready to leave my dignity behind as I cheerfully reached for the bulge in his pants, letting my fingers roam wild as I pulled out his already hardened d**k, teasing the tip with my tongue as I marvelled at his size. “Suck it and don't stop until I tell you to” he ordered whilst grabbing a firm hold of my hair, yanking my head backwards. “Stop” I muttered inaudibly, "you're gripping too hard". “What? Can't handle it a little rough?” He mocked, yanking me up by my hair, pinning me against the wall. “i have no intention of being gentle with you, so if you can't sit pretty and take it like a good girl, then you're welcome to leave, but making that decision might cost you your life, because I don't like it very much when women walk out on me, especially during intimacy” “so…what's it going to be?” I smirked lightly as I answered his question by shoving him to the bed. “Then it seems I have no choice but to please you tonight, you can use me however you see fit and I'll ensure to ride you like my life depends on it” I responded, my clothes slowly falling to the floor layer by layer as I got on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as I buckled his belt around his wrist, restraining him to the bed as I positioned myself, ready to take full control. Elisa darkhorse, betrothed to Damian Greyhound but is met in matrimony with him young uncle (Leonard Greyhound) instead. will Damian give way for their relationship to blossom? or will the relationship prove fatal as a toxic love triangle is formed?

Victor Gunner, my husband, is a man of his prime - wealthy, attractive and the brilliant CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc. with stakes in the aviation and maritime industries. People often question why he married me because it was certainly not a love match nor was it a union of convenience. I believe it was because Victor felt ready and I was available. When I accepted his proposal, I naively thought my love was big enough for the two of us until he proved me wrong. Three years and our marriage began to crumble. For one, I can’t give him an heir. Then came Victor’s past love with a child in tow. A child who looks strangely like my husband. For the first time in years, I saw excitement filling Victor’s eyes. He dotes on them, recreating the dream of a perfect family, while I was gradually being cast aside, relegated to watching them enviously on the sidelines. I tried fighting for my place, but how can one fight a battle lost before it has begun? I had no place in his perfect family so when he proposed divorce, I accepted and never looked back. When we met again, I was an emerging heiress divorcee of our time, given countless accolades due to my work with women who underwent trauma in their relationships. It gave me immense satisfaction that for the first time, Victor saw my worth and wanted me back. Unfortunately, he has to fall in line. Three other men want me, too. All are wealthy, attractive and doting not only to me, but to my triplets as well. I watched in amusement how our roles quickly reversed. Now, Victor scrambled to beat all those men. But can he win this fight? Can love bloom beyond goodbye?

"Aren't you afraid of me?" asked Max, who was still on top of Ivory in his transformed lycan form. "You can run if you want." "Run? I've never been afraid or run away. Let's finish this and see if it proves that what we're doing can free you from the Lycan curse." *** Based on the prophecy from her elder that Max should meet a silver-haired virgin girl, Ivory was the one who could free him from the Lycan curse that made him unable to make love with all women because every time he did, he would turn into a horrible beast. Unfortunately, the curse did not go away even though he and Ivory had made a union that made Max intend to eliminate Ivory. It was only then that Max was indeed a werewolf who would lead the Alsenic Pack, which was passed down from his grandfather. Another thing also found a bright spot, Ivory is a mermaid who is the last descendant of Poseidon and is the target of several races, such as wolves and vampires, for strength, immortality, and power. Being in the captivity of Benjamin, from the vampire race, who treats her like a queen but for the sake of getting satisfaction, Ivory survives and manages to break free and learns the fact that she is pregnant with three babies that are not known whether they belong to Max or Benjamin. But other problems come and go until her first love—Seth—is the cause of Ivory's meek character change into a strong and stubborn woman. . . Dear all readers ... Since I'm an Indonesian language-speaking author, I'll try my best to translate my work and deliver a nice story to you all. Hope you'll enjoy reading and love the story❤️ Happy reading, all❤️ *** Reach me on Discord: Kennie Re #4440

I was born with an intellectual disability and congenital analgesia, the inability to feel pain. Since I was a child, I had been the human punching bag who took beatings meant for my younger sister. Whenever my sister was caught sneaking snacks, Mom would grab me by the hair and slam my head against the wall. Blood would run down my face from my head, yet I never made a sound. When my sister was caught cheating in an exam, Mom whipped me with a belt the entire afternoon. My skin split and my flesh torn, yet I could still manage a smile. Every time she saw me covered in injuries, my sister would throw her arms around me tightly and cry her eyes out. She would say she was wrong and promise never to misbehave again. Mom would be pleased at that, convinced she had disciplined us well. And so, for sixteen years, I had endured every punishment meant for my sister. Until the latest monthly exam, when my sister dropped a place in the rankings. Mom called her over as usual and, out of habit, she raised her hand toward me. The slap sent the back of my head crashing into the corner of a cabinet, and blood spilled across the floor. Through my fading consciousness, I saw Mom nodding in satisfaction and pulling my sister, who was wailing her heart out, to her feet. “There, there. Stop crying. You’ve had your punishment. Let’s go eat something nice and calm yourself.” Watching their retreating figures, my eyelids grew heavier by the second. It seemed to hurt a little this time. I’d better get well soon… After all, they’d need me again the next time my sister made another mistake.