Sending Virtual Hug Artinya

I was about to confess to my online chat partner in person when a barrage of comments suddenly flashed across my mind. [Don't bother. Jedediah is avoiding her right now. He's regretting ever mixing her up with someone else.] [It's all her fault for using a profile picture so similar to Georgia's. Otherwise, Jedediah wouldn't have gotten confused.] [It's annoying to think that when Jedediah lost a game, it was the supporting role, Monica, who comforted him. All those sweet words he said were meant for the female lead, Georgia.] [Jedediah is grossed out by it, too. Georgia only added him as a friend yesterday. It's so frustrating.] [Monica is a bane!] Dazed, I ran into Jedediah Merritt, who had just finished playing basketball. He quickly averted his gaze, but I moved around him, shoving the love letter into his roommate's hands. Online chat partner? I had more than one, sending my goodnight voice messages to several people every night.

My heart shattered the second I walked into that bar and saw my boyfriend of three years making out with who I thought was my best friend. My boyfriend, the one who had just talked to me about getting married to me a few nights ago. In a night of heartbreak and alcohol, I bowed to forget about him. But fate threw me a curve ball when I woke up in bed with the person I least expected... Dad's partner and the same man that I had lost my virginity to when I was younger, Daniel Halloway. To make matters worse, we were married, and he refuses to annul our marriage. "I'll give you a divorce, but only after our contract is over. After that, you're free to go." he corners me back to the wall making me feel like a small prey, waiting to be devoured by its hunter. "But until then... You're mine, and I will do with you as I so damn well please." he whispers in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

"That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s thick cock like the good slut you are,” My husband's father growls, pounding inside my pussy while my husband thrusting into my ass with brutal force. “Yes... Fuck her, Daddy... Wreck that greedy cunt.” I’m trembling, impossibly full, their cocks grinding against each other inside me, stretching me to the breaking point, every thrust sending electric shocks straight to my clit. “Beg for it,” his father snarls, his fist tightening in my hair until tears prick my eyes. “Beg your husband and your Daddy to breed this slutty holes. Tell us exactly how bad you need our hot cum leaking out of both your wrecked openings for days.” **** These aren't your typical dirty daddy stories—these filthy fantasies shatter boundaries, ignite hidden kinks you didn't know you had, and leave you dripping for more. One taste, and you'll be begging for Daddy's cock all over again.

His hand clamped around my chin, rough and unrelenting, sending a sharp ache through my jaw. His eyes bored into mine, dark and merciless, as if he could strip away my very soul. “You belong to me now,” he snarled, his voice low and venomous. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a desperate plea to escape. --- Nyx Caprienne was feared by all, known as “The Queen of Death.” A mercenary without equal, she moved like a shadow, silent and lethal, leaving destruction in her wake. Her latest mission was simple. To hunt down a man who seemed untouchable. A man drenched in blood and power, his name whispered with fear. To Nyx, he was just another target. Another job. But this time, fate turned the game against her. This man was more than she’d anticipated. Beneath his wealth and charm was something far darker, a predator who thrived on chaos. He wasn’t just dangerous; he was the devil himself. And now, Nyx was caught in his web, realizing too late that this was a fight she might not survive.

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing...That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever... But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself... "His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as I did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said those two words again, "Forgive me." And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my chest as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless."

MO HIUYAN The only child of the Mo family, she was once a bubbly and cheerful girl but became a cold and domineering CEO due to a terrifying trauma. Men became plagues to her and she always detest men touching or having any contact with her. Would she be able to find her true love, Would she able to reconcile with her teenage lover.... •• MU FEIBAI The eldest son of the Mu family left the country to further his studies but not without comforting the love of his life "Yanyan don't cry I promise I will be back in no time" "Are you sure, if you don't come back I will get married and bear another man children hmmph.." "I promise you, by the time I am back we will be of legal age to get married" " Yah.. then we will be the most adorable couple ever I will be the most beautiful bride and you most handsome groom ever." She smiled. Then after that she placed a kiss on his cheeks and he turned and left. But unfortunately on her way home she hot involved in an accident and muttered ''Brother Feibai' before she lost consciousness. But when she woke up she had lost all memories of him. TEN YEARS LATER After searching for her continuously he finally found her at the most unexpected place - A charity event "Yanyan I missed you so much"He said when he saw her and wanted to hug her but was stopped because of her shout "Don't touch me who the hell are you? "Yanyan it's me brother Fe.... "I don't know you who are you?" she asked but he couldn't answer because he was in a state of shock. She doesn't remember me SHE HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT HIM

Ever since my mom gave birth to her second child, everything in the household is tied to drawing lots. Everyone has to draw lots in order to decide whose favorite food will be served for each meal. We have to draw lots to see who among us gets a hug from our parents. Every time, I end up drawing the short end of the stick, so everyone automatically assumes that my younger sister, Anabelle Madden, gets the better lot. She easily reaps my parents' love without having to do anything at all. Whenever I feel like crying because of the injustice, Mom will scold me instantly. "I bought the lottery box because I was worried that you might feel upset about this. I'm doing this just to be fair to both of you. "If you want something, you have to be the one deciding who gets what. Your father and I won't interfere with your decision at all. Since you can't draw the better lot, that just means you have bad luck." Hence, I keep practicing my lot-drawing skills every day, hoping that I can eventually draw the better lot in order to obtain my parents' love. But for ten years, I never get to draw the better lot. Not even once. On my birthday, Anabelle wants to go to the amusement park, so Mom tells us to draw lots once again. I secretly glue two short lots together before giving it to Mom in an attempt to get her to stay with me. Instead, she slaps me and berates me for being a disobedient child who cheats in lot-drawing. Then, she leaves the house with Anabelle. When I fall to the floor, I feel the short sticks piercing through my neck.

Yes. Curse me. Call me anything! This was wrong, dirty, and forbidden, but heavens know I don't give a fuck! He was my stepfather- Mum’s beloved husband and his students’ most jovial Professor Elias, but here with me, he’s my boy... “Spread it wider, mummy.” His hot voice fanned my thighs, “Let Eli wipe that wet floor.” “Arrrghh!” I yelled immediately his tongue touched my skin. “Moreee,” I didn't know when it escaped my lips subconsioulsy. His tongue was everything I needed to diffuse me and reset my brain back to factory settings. I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, his little grunts as he savoured my juices were gold. “Please….” I had to plead for his entrance. “Finger me” He wasn’t stopping, and I’d almost thought he wouldn’t stop when IT slipped into my wet cunt. “Fawwwwk!” It stopped until I was ready to assimilate it, then slowly, his finger slid in and out, getting me closer and closer until my sanity couldn’t sit still anymore. Pulling him by his long hair, I made him get up, even though the finger was still in me. “Fuck me harder, my boy.” “Mummy, this is a school…” The thrust slowed down. “Anyone could come in.” Damn! How much I hate being reminded that this was a school. We weren’t free at home as mum was always there to hug and make me jealous. This is not who I was three months ago. Three months ago, I was Love Damini- my mother’s daughter the school nerd and class president. But now, I was his pet, his mummy, his deadly secret. “Elias Marshmallow, will you marry me?”

I lost my dear son, Henry, to a traffic accident. He had been on his way to one of his part-time jobs. Despite working a lot, my son was still a top scorer on the SATs. “Mom, I don’t want treatment,” he begged with his last breath. “I just want Dad.” In my despair, I called Matthew Foster, my husband, more than one hundred times, but he never answered. We had been married for eighteen years, but one day, he spent all of our savings in order to pay for the treatment of his deceased comrade’s son. That got us into a debt worth one million dollars. To help him pay for it, both Henry I and worked hard to earn money. My son went as far as working five part-time jobs a day! That accident cracked his head open and tore his stomach. He was in urgent need of money for treatment. Since Matthew was not responding, I had to leave Henry’s side to rush to his workplace, where I ended up hearing that he was throwing a party for someone else’s son because he had gotten into a prestigious school. “Mr. Foster gave Zack a seaside mansion, a luxury car, and a limitless black card in hopes that he will succeed in his future studies and have a smooth and healthy life.” As I watched my “poor” husband hug his comrade’s widow and son, I called him for the 101st time. “Henry wants to see you one last time.” “I’m busy right now, Wendy. Be good with Henry and wait a little while longer.” When Matthew hung up impatiently, I put down my phone in silence. I whispered, “Matthew, Henry can no longer wait for you.” At that moment, I decided that I was not going to wait for him anymore either.