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"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"

“The new doll in this shop is amazing! It feels like a real human being, and it gets wet too!” In order to catch my husband in his affair, I followed him to a massage parlor and accidentally got stuck between the railings. My back was arched and anyone could see my undergarment. In the end, someone mistook me as a new toy in the shop. He started to touch my bare thighs and bottom. I struggled and wanted to tell the person that I was a real human being, but I was afraid that my husband would discover me. While I hesitated, the person behind me touched my private parts. At that moment, I moaned from the excitement. Turning wet, I got into the man’s hand.

Rule one of surviving a werewolf rejection: don't look back. Rule two: definitely don't move into an apartment directly below his human ex-girlfriend. Rule three: under no circumstances allow him to follow you to the human world. I have broken all three rules in under a month. My name is Zoya Fennel, and five weeks ago, Casen Wolfe — Alpha of the Silveroak Pack, certified heartbreaker, and the most beautiful man the Moon Goddess ever put together on a Thursday — stood at the end of the aisle during our bonding ceremony and said, in front of everyone I have ever loved: "She is not my true mate. I reject the bond." And just like that, the life I'd been planning since I was sixteen years old dissolved in front of three hundred witnesses and one very startled officiant. So I did what any self-respecting, moderately devastated she-wolf would do. I walked out. I moved to the city. I got a frankly excellent apartment with a fire escape view and a coffee shop downstairs. I started living my life. What I did not plan for was discovering — three weeks later, via a very confused text from my sister — that Casen has left the pack, abandoned his Alpha title, moved to the same city, and is currently standing outside my building in the rain. He says he made a mistake. He says the woman he thought was his true mate turned out to be nothing of the sort. He says he's been going out of his mind since the rejection ceremony because the bond he severed — the one he publicly destroyed — is the only one he's ever felt. I say: that sounds like a you problem. Except then he gets a job at the coffee shop downstairs.

Iris is a 21-year-old independent orphan human girl who runs her late grandfather's antique shop alone. One day when she was cleaning her shop, she stumbled upon a painting which was a gift to her by her grandfather. Accidentally she slips her foot on a rag and falls on the painting. To her horror, instead of falling on the painting, she fell into it. Eros is the king of the were kingdom. Everyone in his kingdom is werewolves. It is a world where a woman should be with a man for protection. Men tend to take single women without any protection for granted and they will take advantage of them. When Iris woke up in a strange world where women wear sarongs and men shift into werewolves when they get angry. When a man tries to touch Iris, she slapped him and kicked him between his legs. She didn't know it is a sin if a woman raise her hand upon a man. So she was arrested and taken to the royal court for punishment. When Eros saw her, he thought she came with ulterior motives. He hates humans since a human killed his father. When he learns that she dosen't have a master, he begins to misunderstand her and treat her badly. She loses her virginity, she is forced to serve as a maid to his fiancee, who tortures Iris. When he learns that she really came from another world, he decides to keep her with him permanently. But she hates him for what he did. But he is already addicted to her. She refuses to become one of his concubines in his harem. Will he marry his fiancee? Can she ever forgive him? Will she ever go back? What happens if she learns that this is her destiny?

Dylan is torn in between Maeve and Alyssa. He meets and falls in love with Alyssa the first day they bump into each other at the coffee shop he was working at back in chicago before his mom dies and they have to relocate to England to stay with his aunt Sue and his younger sister's Melissa and Alicia, while there he discovers a lot about his biological dad whom he never knew existed and Maeve helps him all along. He falls for her but he kind of still has feelings for Alyssa, Maeve's best friend, a lot of secrets between the two families but at the end of it all he realizes that she had always been the one that he always loved and nothing was going to change the fact that she was all he ever wanted to have

Bumping into your Ex at a party? Why not? Bumping into your Ex in a shop? Sure. Bumping into your Ex in your divorce lawyer's office while going through the divorce with your current husband? Oh no! That is what happened with Emma Wright and from there onwards her life took an unexpected turn... It looks like for better but who's to say given her record of misfortunes? ********************* Emma Wright has always been the over-achiever and has always come out at top but when life pushes her to the bottom of the food chain, her life takes some interesting twists and turns, she could once again come out at the top or she could lose it all including her life. What will she do when she asked to prove herself once again by the fate? Join in to know Emma's story...

Damian Graves and I had been together for ten years, and he was perfect in every way. He was handsome, successful, and driven, except for one thing. He never missed a chance to cut me down. I placed second in the competition instead of first, and he said I "wasn't smart enough." I finally earned my first paycheck from writing, and he dismissed it as "completely worthless." Later, standing in the bridal shop, Damian looked me up and down in my wedding dress and told me my figure was not good enough, that I did not look anything like a bride should. Something in me snapped. For the first time in ten years, I screamed at him. "If I'm not good enough for you, why are you even marrying me?"

Before my grandmother passed away, she set up a will for the kids to inherit her pasta shop. My younger brother, Richard Lane, immediately pushed the responsibility to me so that he could take up a job offer that paid $4,000 a month. No one could have expected a fire to break out at the hotel during one of his trips, causing his entire face to be burned off. Meanwhile, things went great for me after I took over the shop. I fell in love with a billionaire's daughter and found my happily ever after with her. My younger brother poisoned me in a fit of jealousy. After we were sent back in time, my brother immediately chomped at the bit to take over the shop before I could do anything. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. He was digging his own grave.

A month before the wedding, my fiancé had an unexpected encounter at an auto repair shop with his ex-girlfriend, the one he had broken up with regretfully. The suppressed emotions quickly spiraled out of control. He took her back to his place to celebrate, from the couch to the balcony, and finally to the bedroom. He told all his friends that this was the best gift life had given him before the wedding. "I may not be able to forget Winona, but Julia's family background is more suitable for me. She'll never know what happened between Winona and me. We're going to get married. She loves me, and I'm the best choice for her." His voice was full of confidence, as though nothing could change his mind. But he was never my top candidate. After a serious illness, I followed my family's wishes and switched to a new groom.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.