Sir Thomas More Utopia

Hot Story. Harap bijak dalam memilih bacaan yang sesuai usiamu. Selena tidak pernah menyangka kehidupannya berubah dalam semalam. Seharusnya ia memikirkan semua sebab akibat yang dilakukannya. Hanya demi membuktikan rasa cintanya ia relakan memberikan segalanya untuk kekasihnya dan berakhir dalam tragedi yang tak terlupakan seumur hidupnya.

Je suis partie en vacances avec l'intention d'oublier mon échec à l'université. Au lieu de cela, la chaleur m'a déshabillée, des regards volés se sont mués en caresses, des caresses en désirs. Avec lui, chaque désir prenait son temps ; il couvait, s'accumulait dans les chambres partagées jusqu'à ce que la retenue devienne un mensonge dont nous étions tous deux lassés. Ce que nous avons fait là-bas était à la fois intense et dangereux, un secret inscrit sur mon corps avant même que je prononce son nom à voix haute. Je savais que ça ne durerait pas. Je savais ce que ça coûtait. Mais dans ce lieu emprunté, je me suis laissée aller à le désirer pleinement et ce sont devenus les plus belles vacances de ma vie, car pour une fois, je n'ai pas réprimé un plaisir si intense.

Warning VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. If you're not into raw, filthy BDSM, dominant alphas, submissive sluts, deep throat gagging or relentless multiple orgasms, then close this now. But if the thought of being used hard and without mercy makes your thighs clench… I dare you to keep reading. “On your knees, pet,” Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he’d trained me to be. The cold floor bit into my skin, but the sting only made me wetter. He stepped closer, unzipped slowly, and fed his thick, throbbing cock between my lips until I gagged—tears streaming, mascara running, just the way he liked. “Good girl,” he praised, fisting my hair and f**king my throat deeper. “You take it so well for a slut who begged me not to stop last time.” I whimpered around him, my pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and ready for whatever punishment came next. He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and flipped me onto the table—wrists bound tight with his belt, legs spread wide. One brutal thrust and he was buried balls-deep in my ass, no warning, no mercy. I screamed. He laughed. And he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name, coming hard around the invasion I craved. I’m his employee by day. His collared f**ktoy by night. If anyone at the office ever found out how I beg my boss to ruin me… I’d be fired. He’d be ruined. But when he owns every hole like this, how could I ever say no? Ready to watch her break and beg for more? Dive in… if you dare.

Elizabeth Santillan, also known as Liza, was born into an affluent Ilocos family. She is a wonderful woman with a beautiful figure. Whenever they perform the deed, she is generally bored. And her desire is never strong enough to make her fully surrender to s*x. As a result, Liza is looking for a man who can make her feel hot and aroused enough to offer her what she desires. But in the end, while looking for the man, she realize, s*x is not her goal in the first place. Her most desire is to be loved and be loved. Is there a chance that someone will fulfill her desire? Is Gabriel Donovan capable of meeting her needs?

[MATURE CONTENT] Warning: Skip of you are not a fan of mature romance. Faced with a choice between blaming my stepfather Jason or stepbrother Ethan for the life growing inside me, I felt the weight of Jason's ominous threats—stay silent or risk my mom's life. “Chelsea,who is responsible for this pregnancy?” my Mom asked. I stood there, tears welling in my eyes, torn between the truth and the suffocating weight of shame. "Mom, I'm really sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking, as tears streamed down my cheeks. Unable to endure the guilt, I ran away from home, leaving my mother to search for me, only to tragically meet with an accident in her pursuit. HAPPY READING

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

She was an innocent, quiet girl, who found herself at her mother's feet. And then, she left. But soon after she was taken in by a lady who promised her a better life. She just didn't see herself sitting between four guys in the next three months of that year. All of them were possessive, All of them cared. Sweet. But very dangerous. She wasn't treated like a sister. She was a girl, who brought each one of them out of their comfort zone. And soon, she found herself being called their Girl.

Setelah mengetahui suami yang ia cintai mencintai wanita lain yang tak lain adalah sahabatnya, Kinan pun mulai menyusun rencana untuk membalaskan rasa sakit hatinya, hingga sebuah pepatah membuat tekadnya untuk menghancurkan Hanzel dan Mega membara, jika rasa sakit tak mau meninggalkanmu, maka pergilah tinggalkan rasa sakit itu.

Tiara McKenzie lives two lives. By day, she’s the glamorous heiress of a billion-dollar empire and a rising fashion icon. By night, she’s something much darker, a trained assassin for Irenic, a covert organization tasked with eliminating the country’s most dangerous threats. Her next mission? Lead the takedown of the Montreal Syndicate — a mafia group buried deep within the country’s political veins. But when her path crosses with Elijah Rivero, the cold, manipulative CEO with secrets bloodier than his designer suits, everything unravels. He’s the man she hates. The man she desires. The man connected to something she was sent to destroy. When love feels like war, and trust could get you killed, will you sacrifice the mission? Or yourself?

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him