Shark Suit Blanket

The eighteen-year-old boy who happens to be blind, caused by an unexpected incident is destined to live in a unit with two persons; one is older than him and the other one is a year younger than him, who happens to be his childhood best friends. It's supposed to be four of them but his best friends' youngest brother was stated missing.Their lives were such a peaceful kind that anyone would dream of having it. However, every single day has its ending. Neither any of them noticed that they had stepped on a dangerous side of the world where guns and human trafficking were living their existence when they decided to find their missing brother.Revelations and blood flow when one of them has fought the mysterious guy behind the dark suit with a dark mask covering his shady identity. Regrets and guilt were followed by vengeance. Blood needs blood. Find the lost pieces. Find the missing one.

Kira Davidson is determined to walk away from the skeletons of her past. Working for a notoriously strict CEO who loathes her is immensely difficult amid her fantasies of him, yet Kira strives to win his approval. Rhys Redmond, known for his ruthless demeanor and unyielding standards, is the last person who could fall in love, yet unexpected tension brews between them. As Kira spends more late nights in the office, she finds herself unraveling the layers of Rhys’s formidable exterior. Behind the dark suit and abrasive comments lies a man burdened by his own past. However, their growing attraction is riddled with complications, from office gossip to the danger her secret identity poses. Can love blossom in the depths of the dangerous seas, and will Kira find a way to melt the heart of the iron-willed man at the helm, or will their passionate connection be crushed by the weight of her past?

SPG | Matured Content | R18 Wild Men Series 4 of 50 Victorious. Tenacious. Valorous. Tyrant. Man in a suit to top it all. That is how his colleagues and brothers describe him, Atty. Elliot James Hart. One of the seven founders of Foedus Corporation, on the remote island of Agrianthropos City, a place that serves as a haven for criminals and thieves. The legal counsel for their Shipping Company cast doubt on the family's illicit and sinister dealings with Asia's immense bootlegger. Girls? He's the sexiest young lawyer who doesn't take no for an answer. Girls kneel and obey. He dares swore to the Almighty God that no one can ever beat him, even his heart. But Elliot never heeds. In a wicked twist of fate, he met Malori, one who complicated the ever-loving hell out of his life. With Malori, will Elliot kneel and obey?

I waited for my fiancé, Charlie Boyd, to arrive for the wedding, but the one who pushed the door open was Conrad Parker, the deranged son of his family’s chauffeur. Amid the crowd’s mocking laughter, Charlie’s elegant secretary, Crystal Henderson, covered her mouth and said with a smirk, “Your future husband has come to pick you up. Shouldn’t you hurry off and marry him?” “As for Mr. Boyd, I’ll make sure to keep him company today.” Just then, Charlie strolled to the doorway with practiced nonchalance. “It was just a prank. Why the sour face? “That idiot is nothing but a lunatic. Just treat it like a childish game of make-believe.” I met the amused gleam in his eyes and said calmly, “He came wearing a groom’s suit to pick up his bride—how could that be a game?” “If we are marrying, then let it be a real ceremony.”

Love destroys the world. For two years, Roselyn survived as the wolfless shame of the Fang pack, enduring torture, starvation, and humiliation after failing to summon her wolf on her eighteenth birthday. Then she met Stark at a forbidden river, a vampire who treated her like she mattered, they became friends and soon fell in love. What she didn't know was that he was a vampire prince, werewolf mortal enemy. What they didn't know was that their love would awaken an ancient prophecy that would plunge the Red Moon Continent into eternal darkness. The first time they had sex, her slumber wolf awakened, the moon turned bloody red and the river followed suit, signifying the start of the prophecy. What will Roselyn do when she discovers her mate is Pete the Alpha son. Will she follow her heart, destroying the world in the process, or will she follow her mate and save the world ?

Blurb One sacred promise, a thousand lies, and one secret that destroys. For Dewangga, his wedding day with Vivian should have been the beginning of a perfect and honorable life. However, a small incident in the dressing room—an accidental spill of coffee—led him into a trap he never expected. Behind the locked door, he met Davian, Vivian's wild and manipulative half-brother. Davian knew Dewangga's biggest secret. He knew that behind the dashing wedding suit, Dewangga hid an orientation that he suppressed deeply. With intoxicating touches and sharp words, Davian began to ensnare Dewangga in an irresistible forbidden obsession. Now, Dewangga is trapped in a torturous charade. By day, he is the perfect husband to Vivian. But in the darkness, he is a prisoner of Davian's passion. When his wife's touch no longer stirs his body, Dewangga is forced to borrow another man's shadow to survive his wedding night.

On the party of our seventh year anniversary, Luca Romano wheels me into the venue. Both of us are dressed to the nines. Our daughter, Sofia Romano, suddenly leans into Luca's ear and says in fluent Bellavian, "Dad, Ms. Celia is eight months pregnant now. Once she gives birth to my little brother, will they be living with us?" Celia Amato is Sofia's private tutor. At the moment, she's staring at us jealously from a short distance away. Luca lowers his head and tucks in the blanket on my lap lovingly. Then, he replies in Bellavian, "I've made a vow to your mother that I will never betray her. So, once Celia is done with her labor, I'll send them to another country overseas. If you miss your little brother, we can visit them together." Once he's done speaking, he tries to kiss me. I lower my head quietly to avoid the kiss. Luca doesn't know that I understand Bellavian because I've grown up in Sisse, Bellavia since I was a kid. He also has no idea that my legs were fully healed a week ago, and that I've uncovered the evidence of his affair with Celia in the estate's wine cellar. Of course, he doesn't know that I've promised my grandma that I'll return to Bellavia and take over the family business. Once all the paperwork is done, I'll set off on a lone journey, and I will never return.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

When Tessa Shoreman read Henry Jennings' cancer report, she immediately paid her hard-earned money of sixty thousand to the hospital. She had saved the money from working part-time while she was in university. However, she was worried the money was not enough, so she held back her fear as she sold a kidney to the black market to get more. As she walked to the ward door with a heavy bag filled with cash, she heard shrill laughter coming from inside. "That cheap woman, Tessa Shoreman, got tricked by us again. Haha!" Tessa's hand gave pause right when she was about to push the door open. What did he mean by saying she was tricked? Tessa looked through the glass on the door to see inside the ward. When she left, the man looked extremely weak, but he was now sitting up lazily in bed. Henry had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was blowing smoke rings nonchalantly. He did not look like a cancer patient at all. "It's been two years, and that woman still has no idea." "If she hadn't beaten Serene to first place, Henry would never have left behind his life as a rich heir and planned such an elaborate scheme to become a working-class man living in a cheap rental home. The way that cheap, penniless woman looks at Henry is so amusing." "We agreed that the punishment ends when Henry and Serene get engaged. It looks like time is almost up. We've probably punished her 108 times in the past two years." "The first time was lying to her that Henry didn't have a suit for a job interview. She worked tirelessly for 72 hours straight before she earned enough money for one, but that suit was given to the domestic help to use as a cleaning cloth. The second time was tricking her into believing Henry had a high fever. She forfeited during the finals of a scientific research competition to race home and take care of Henry in the hospital…" "Sigh. Too bad it's coming to an end. I'm going to miss entertaining myself with her."

Every year, my wife, Jessica Lowe, prepares a huge surprise for me on our wedding anniversary. On the night of our tenth anniversary, she enters the banquet hall with a scantily-dressed male model. She demands that I take off my suit and put it on him instead. I refuse and take out a divorce agreement. In retaliation, Jessica slaps a thick stack of photos onto the table. The photos show me at my most humiliated, shameful, and pathetic moments. She sneers, "Michael Jefferson, you talk about divorce all the time. But each time, you always end up crawling back to me with your tail between your legs, begging me to take you back. "Tell me, what will your comatose mother think if these pictures of you get out? Will she finally wake up in the hospital from shame and embarrassment?" However, Jessica doesn't know that my mother, Eleanor Brown, passed away months ago.