Scream Richie

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

She sold her soul to save her daughter… but the devil wears a billionaire’s smile. Emily Carter is a desperate mother clawing her way through the filth of New York’s underworld, dancing for dollars in a club that devours women whole. When her baby girl falls deathly ill, she’s forced into an impossible choice: let her child die… or marry a cold-hearted billionaire with a past darker than her own. Alexander Richie doesn’t believe in love but he believes in ownership. His proposal isn’t a lifeline. It’s a leash. Thrust into a mansion of lies, judgment, and cruel stepchildren, Emily trades one nightmare for another. Her new life is gilded in luxury but soaked in venom, and the people inside want to break her. But Emily didn’t survive the streets to become anyone’s victim not even his. Love wasn’t part of the deal. But what happens when the broken start to feel? And how many bodies must fall before the truth is revealed?

Not so fast blue eyes,what did I say about disobeying my orders? he asked with an angry face as he move closer to her his voice dangerous and possessive I try to defend myself but the look he gave me made me zip whatever that want to come out off my mouth up. I'm going to punish you blue eye,you are mine and you belong to me alone,why will you wear something Skippy for other male to stare at? Strip!! ...... His name is Lorenzo, a devil incarnate that kill without mercy,he owns the mafia world,his name scream fear . Just one encounter with selena and he became obsessed calling her his but what happen when she is too pure for the kind of world he owns...can a Catholic sister blend into the mafia world? Selena who has worship God all her life and raised in a righteous way. What happen when she gets entangled with the most deadliest mafia lord? Will she be able to change this sinner?

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"

⚠️ R18+ WARNING This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and taboo relationships between consenting adults. Expect filthy age-gap sex, forbidden lust, rough scenes, and a daddy’s best friend who can’t keep his hands off the heroine. If you’re under 18, or easily offended by dirty talk, moaning, and being pinned against the wall… turn back now. If you like it dirty… welcome home.****^^^^*******^One kiss in the hallway was all it took to break every rule. Now he’s in my room at night, his hand over my mouth so my father won’t hear me scream his name. He says it’s just sex. I know it’s something more. Because no matter how wrong it is… I’m not sure I’ll ever want him to stop.*****This book is a compilation of different short stories. Have fun reading!

“The monster you’re talking about,” I muttered, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. “Let it out. I want to feel it,” He smirked, the type that sent shivers down your spine. The type that warned you ‘never make a deal with the devil’ kind. “Watch your tongue, darling,” His cold deep voice had its way of doing something to my stomach, especially when he laid threats. “I don't fuck like a gentleman. I also don't fuck like a monster,” he strides towards me, pinning his gaze on my body. “I fuck like the devil in your nightmares, and you’ll scream like I am your God.” A contract relationship. Signed by ink in words. It was supposed to be a contract, but it was a trap: “Both parties expressly agree that this arrangement is strictly contractual in nature and devoid of any emotional or romantic involvement. Any demonstration of affection, emotional attachment, or behavior suggestive of romantic intent shall constitute a material breach of contract. Violation of this clause will result in immediate termination of the agreement, and the offending party shall forfeit all benefits, assets, or compensations received under this contract. This clause is non-negotiable and emphasized as a binding condition of the agreement.” However, there was another; “Party A must be in a perfect health condition.” *** Olivia Hayes is terminally ill and suffers from cancer. She has lived all her life prioritizing her mother’s health condition until one sentence shattered her dynamism; “I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.” With her mother in a critical condition, she struggles to raise the funds for immediate treatment not until her encounter with Ezekiel Grayson, a cold heartless CEO offering a contract that could directly change her life… and destroy it forever.

​"Hello? Who's this?" I greeted. ​"Damn, Vareen. I'm jealous." I can clearly hear Jayce's voice. I can also hear him moaning. Wait... what is he doing? ​"You guys didn't even invite me and Oliver. You're going to be in big trouble when I get there. You'll probably scream my name loudly and you'll beg me to not stop doing my thing." — ​In a city where Vareen's restaurant, Carmelita's, is the talk of the town, her personal life is about to get even spicier. A chance encounter with two magnetic friends, Jayce and Oliver, sparks a whirlwind romance that challenges everything she thought she knew about love.

She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear. "You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?" She trembled and her body ached for more. Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?" Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch." She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came. "Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body." The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible. She burned for them, and ached for them. And when she ran, they hunted. Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy. She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her. "You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are." This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE.} “Won’t you like to open your gift, Bambi?” It wasn’t a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca…..the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. “Now his eyes will never trouble you again.” He said it like he’d given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn’t just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn’t born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the

~~ Juara I Lomba Kekasih Berengsekku ~~ Di tengah proses mediasi antara Sinar Bhanuresmi dan sang suami yang hendak bercerai. Ada sosok Prasetyo Sagara, seorang pengacara arogan yang tiba-tiba datang dan membuat hidupnya semakin runyam. ~~“ Kamu itu sakit!” maki Sinar.“ Dan cuma kamu obatnya.” Balas Pras. "GILA!” "Karenamu!” "Just go to fuckin hell!” "And I’ll bring you with me, then.” "You’re such an asshole!” "I bet, this asshole gonna make you scream my name, all night long. and you won’t regret it, at all!”