Short Poem About Myself

I woke up again to find myself locked up in a cage like an animal. That is where I always find myself after wining an almost loosing battle which involve's me having possession of some powers I have no knowledge of. I would remain in that cage with no food nor water but I survived anyways. Who am I? I am neither a human or an animal, I am both. I have elf ears, carrot nose, legs like that of a horse, got human breast though hairy and I have a hole. Wondering what I am? well I know not either, guess I just have to keep breathing until the day I meets the wizard again. My name is Special and this is my story....

The night my parents died, I was found amongst the ashes of our home. My eyes glowed red, and my hair had been altered to a flaming hue to match. My pack ostracised me, deeming me responsible for the death of my beloved parents. For years, I have been treated like a slave and was underfed, bullied, and abused. The son of the Alpha, Jordan, and my cousin Ruth were the worst offenders. Yet, I endured as I planned my escape. When I turn nineteen, I am out of here. Or so I thought. One night, out of the blue, Jordan kisses me, everything changes, and I find myself falling in love with the one who was my tormentor. So naive, so foolish, just when I think I will have a happy ending, reality slaps me in the face. The same night I find myself in the arms of my mate, Jordan, I find myself rejected for a nightmare of a betrayal I had no hope in preventing. As punishment, I was shunned in the worst possible way and turned rouge. As the cold seeps in, I dream of a white wolf—my white wolf. He has always appeared in my mind when I most needed him, his presence always comforting me. Is this the end of my story? I have lost hope and the will to live.

In a twist of fate, Claire's life takes a turn, she meets with Josie but their friendship is short lived when Josie dies. Claire is faced with the burden of marrying Josie's husband to be, a wealthy, egocentric and supercilious man who has no regard for women. Would Claire be able to navigate to treacherous waters threatening to tear her apart, or would she fight past these obstacles in order to make her life better?

All Robyn wants is to be free from her brother's MC and his rules . After he agrees to let her go out one night things take a turn. Now she is in enemy territory and on the back of their president's motorcycle. What will happen to maestro and Robyn when they are stuck together? This is an MC enemy to lovers short story. Things will get a little spicy at times so 18+ is recommended!

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: Sex, Love and Scandal “Everything I hate...Yet Crave.” A collection of several steamy, twisted, highly erotic short stories and filled with dark sexual fantasies and desires. DISCLAIMER ️ This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships.

Forbidden Affairs is a sizzling collection of short, high-heat romance stories where boundaries blur and temptation wins. From off-limits stepbrothers to secret workplace flings, best friends’ wives to untouchable Alphas, each story plunges deep into the kind of passion that’s wrong but feels too right to resist. Betrayal. Obsession. Heartache. Lust. Every affair has its price. Are you ready to pay it?

"No... No, you can't..." The patient says his desire is a little too strong and wants me to use my body to help him for a medical checkup. He then makes me lose myself in the moment in just a few moves...

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

I overslept and ran into my slacking boss at the diner. I was totally flustered, stumbling over myself, while he awkwardly tried to play it cool, rooted to the spot. The next day, rumors spread around the office that we were secretly dating…

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.