Sleep Creepshot

My wrists were bound above my head, the leather strap biting into my skin as I struggled uselessly. He circled me, his dark gaze devouring every inch of me. “You’re trembling,” He said, stopping in front of me, his voice a toxin. “Do you always tremble like this, or is it just when I’m about to ruin you?” I bit my lip, refusing to answer, though my body betrayed me. He stepped closer, his hand encircling my throat, the pressure a seductive command. "Speak." “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice breaking. “Liar.” His fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You belong to me, don’t you?” My heart pounded, the words caught in my throat. “I—” “No hesitation,” he growled. “Say it, or I’ll remind you how I deal with defiance.” “I belong to you,” I whispered, trembling. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to tease the curve of my breast. He undid his belt, the leather slipping free with a deliberate snap. “Let me remind you who owns you.” ……. Allison Blackwell’s life unravels when she’s abducted by the ruthless Blade mafia family, only to uncover her father’s secret—he’s been their partner all along. Allison is trapped in a mansion caught between the Blade brothers—one cold, the other ruthless. As her father arranges a marriage to further solidify his ambitions, forbidden passion erupts, leading Allison to sleep with her bodyguard the night before her wedding. The stakes are high, and freedom’s price may be too much. Can she control her fate, will she become what she hates or will she remain a pawn in a deadly game? An erotic dark romance novel with violence, coercion, and adult themes.

Sometimes, all I can do is lie in bed and hope to drift away to sleep before I fall apart. I can't seem to get you off my mind. Your love was the only real thing in my small world. Losing you was the worst thing that could happen to me. I've gotten used to it but I still wake up to full consciousness each day remembering what we had. This heartbreak and any other disappointment is just part of life. I thought I had found my soulmate, but it turns out you were just another lesson. Right now, I can't face the world. I thought I had the most fantastic plot, but I was wrong. I have come to terms with what happened between us, but I need some more time to move on past us completely. You have hurt me in ways I never expected or deserved. Thanks to you, I have understood the importance of self-love and self-growth. I have become a better person and a better friend. I know I will find true love once again. I feel shattered and broken because the only time I gave love a chance, I ended up feeling heartbroken. I'm scared and sad because I don't think I'll ever recover from this pain. I'm hoping to move on and try new things. I just really can't be with you or can't be without and I don't think I'll ever love anything else the way I love you. I'm heartbroken! It's surprising how the pain of living without someone can make you feel like you've lost everything that means happiness to you in this world, that's how I feel right now that I'm heartbroken.

"Choke on my dick, baby girl," Daddy growled, fisting my hair as he shoved his cock down my throat. "This what you wanted?" he growled. "Your uncle's cock inside you? Fucking you while your parents sleep upstairs?" • She’s young, dripping wet, and utterly fucked the moment they lay eyes on her. In YOURS, DADDIES, one insatiable woman gets claimed hard and without mercy by older, dominant men who know exactly how to break her open and make her beg. These aren’t gentle lovers—they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl “Mine” while pinning her down, stretching her tight holes with thick cocks, and filling her until she’s leaking their cum and screaming their names. From the ruthless CEO who bends her over his desk, spanking her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her his perfect little slut… to the tattooed brothers who take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess, sobbing “Yes, Daddy, harder.” Every story is packed with filthy daddy kink: choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation (“Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore”), rough breeding fantasies, light bondage, and group scenes where multiple alphas use her body like their personal toy—edging her, denying her orgasms, then ruining her with explosive releases. No vanilla bullshit here. Just raw, sweat-soaked, pussy-pounding obsession. She gets marked, owned, and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible—left gaping, bruised, and addicted to being their fucktoy. If you can’t handle getting soaked just reading the warnings… walk away now. But if you crave being utterly destroyed by possessive daddies who won’t stop until you’re theirs forever—open wide, baby girl. They’re coming for every hole.

To save his childhood sweetheart, who had a congenital heart condition, my husband tricked me into signing an organ donation agreement. Then he got into a truck and ran me over right in front of the hospital. Barely clinging to life, Elliot Carter tore my heart from my chest. When my body was wheeled out of the operating room, Alan Yates came crashing to my side like a man gone mad. Seeing the gaping hole where my heart used to be, he screamed and wept: "I'm sorry… I was too late… If there's another life, I'll never let you suffer like this again…" Tears fell exactly where my heart had been, and somehow, I even felt a flicker of warmth. He spun around and ran back into the operating room. When he came out again, Elliot and Jessica Foster were lying in a pool of blood. Alan, meanwhile, had slashed his own wrist to die with me. On his deathbed, he ordered that we be buried together. Then I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. Before me stood Elliot, dressed in a wedding gown, holding a bouquet, and proposing. I flung the flowers in his face and turned to embrace Alan in the crowd. However, only a year and a half into our marriage, he changed. Alan began openly pairing up with Jessica, letting her move into our home. Worse, he claimed that our cat's mating season had disturbed Jessica's sleep, and so he allowed her to run over the cat I had raised for seven years. I could not believe it. This was not the man who had loved me so deeply in my previous life. My eyes blazing, I demanded, "What's wrong with you?" However, Alan's gaze was icy. "Nothing. I just don't love you anymore."

"Daddy please" He looked up from between her thighs and gave her a warning glare "Careful little flower, you don't want to sleep with an aching pussy do you??" ●●● Lilliana Barnette is your typical timid teenage girl, who finds herself falling more and more in love with the handsome Damon Michaelson... her father's bestfriend, a man much older than her and one she's to refer to as her uncle. Damon Arnold Michaelson, a multi-billionare business tycoon, bachelor in his prime known for his irresistible charm amongst the ladies. He finds himself falling for his neice Lilliana, but ...being his bestfriend's daughter meant she was forbidden to him but his desire for her only grew with each passing day ...even when he was being intimate with other women. She took over all of his thoughts without even trying. He knew he had to keep his distance from her but instead, found himself wanting to touch her every chance he got. His mind wanted to own his bestfriend's daughter in ways no one had ever done not even her boyfriend. All the while, she innocently kept thinking he's not affected by her or her body unaware of his filthy need to claim her as his for everyone to see. Everything changes when his said bestfriend has to leave the city for a business trip, entrusting him with the responsibility of taking care of his only daughter. Leaving under the same roof, the two find themselves in a love/lust infested dilemma. It gets ever harder for them to keep their feelings for each other hidden with every passing day. Though they tried at first, eventually their forbidden desire wins. They start meeting up secretly as often as possible, away from prying eyes ...most importantly away from Lilliana's father's eyes.

Serena Sinclair is the most attractive she-wolf in the Mystic Moon pack. Many wolves are head over heels in love with her. But when she's about to become Alpha Caspian Lockwood's Luna, the video of her wild and loose side in bed gets sent to every wolf's phone in the pack. She falls from grace immediately. Not only is she demoted to the status of an Omega and has lost her right to become the Luna, but the wolves who were once respectful to her keep humiliating her as well. They even run all the way to the Sinclair residence just so they can pelt her with more curses and slurs. Serena runs off to look for Caspian, consequences be damned. After all, he's the only one who has those videos in his phone. But the moment she arrives outside his house, she overhears his subordinates' voices. "This way, Serena will never become your Luna, Alpha Caspian. She can only watch as you mark Aurelia as your mate." "Serves her right, honestly. She's the one who's been shamelessly clinging to the Alpha's side. She has no idea how much the Alpha loathes her. In order to avoid touching her, he often cleanses the scent every night before telling his younger brother, Forrest, to sleep with her and record those racy videos." "If she finds out that her lover's younger brother is the one whom she's been sleeping with all these years, will she die of an aneurysm on the spot? Ahahaha!" Serena's wolf keeps howling in her mind. She can only cover her ears as she flees away from the Lockwood residence. The last shred of hope is already gone. After that, she goes through the procedures of leaving the Mystic Moon pack once and for all. But when she's truly gone, why is it that everyone sinks to their knees and begs her to return to them?

When Emma's parents first told her about the arranged marriage, she had hoped the Alpha would like her. It wasn't until their wedding night that the Omega knew the truth. "Don't get too comfortable," Lucus said coldly. "Once everyone leaves the hall, you are going to sleep in guest room." "W-What? Bu-" "What?" The Alpha says, turning to look at her, Emma flinched at the look in Lucus eyes."You thought we'd have some bullshit magical night? Well news flash Omega, I will NEVER want you. I already had someone." "What about me, then?" The Omega asks, with teary eyes. "I don't care. I am going to see my girlfriend." With that the Alpha leave. The night was the beginning of the end. Emma knows the vows they took on their wedding day mean nothing to Lucus. ****** "Give me grandchildren or forget about my wealth." Lucus knows it's not a good idea, but he still did it. He spends Emma heat with her and make her pregnant. He even starts acting like he loves her. But things don't go according to his plan and Emma lost their pup, she keeps calling Alpha for help but Lucus busy with his lover. "You waste my plan and my time." Thats what the Alpha told her. Emma then realizes it's all Alpha plan. Her omega was in pain, and she couldn't take it anymore. Emma packed her things and left. But it's like God is playing with her, she finds out that her one pup is survive and still alive inside her. Emma tries to reach Lucus last time. "Meet me, I want to tell you something." But the Alpha didn't come. Lucus didn't even realise what he lost that day. When he realised, he is already late. 5 years late.

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist.

“You’re mine now,” Nero’s voice was low, rough velvet that sent chills down her spine. “No one touches what’s mine. No one even thinks about touching what he can't afford- his life.” A flicker of heat curled through Amara’s body despite herself. “Don’t kid yourself ” she shot back. “This marriage exists only because of our children.” He gave a short, dangerous laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night whenever I hear you orgasm at the thought of me every night?” ~~~~~~~~~` Two years earlier, Amara had spent a single reckless night with Nero De Santoro — the man whispered about as the most ruthless crime lord in Italy. That night left her with more than regret; it left her with his twins Determined to keep her children safe from his violent world, she vanished without a trace, raising her daughter in the shadows. But when her children fell dangerously ill, Amara’s desperate search for help forced her to face the one man she swore she’d never see again. Nero was stunned to learn he had a daughter — and cruelly clear about his terms. If Amara wanted his support, she would have to marry him. What began as a cold-blooded arrangement soon twisted into something neither could control. Amara expected to despise him, but behind the walls of his power, she glimpsed pieces of a man she didn’t recognize — protective, haunted, almost tender. Every argument, every stolen glance, every night they shared blurred the line between hate and hunger. Until Amara uncovered a devastating secret — a connection between Nero De Santoro, her husband, and the tragedy that had destroyed her family years ago. A tragedy that had made her turn her back on her Mafia bloodline..........

“Just as pathetic as I remember you to be, sweetheart.” “I sleep with you because I’m unfortunate to be married to you so don’t bother reading between the lines.” Slapping his treacherous lips away from my own, I huff frantically. “I detest the sight of you, bastard.” He smirks throwing me against the filthy wall of the cave before whispering against my lips, “I know, sweetheart.” Fisting his shirt, I pull him in, “I’ll kill you someday for all your bullshit. The best part is I’ll be hailed as a hero for it.” I dig my nails into his side while digging my heels in his toes. Chuckling, he kissed me with a novel fervour. Too consumed with his taste on my tongue I don’t realize he had taken me off the floor. In times like these he made his hate achingly obvious by his rough groping. When after several seconds he is still ravaging my mouth, I slap his arm to gasp for air but he takes his sweet time devouring life out of me. He let me go only when my life flashes before my eyes. Caressing my hair as I huffed out puffs of air, he smirked. “Good Morning, Nafasm.” I'll remember to add getting away with murder on my bucket list. .... I had everything in life figured out and about half a year to get out of college and finally experience life (Breathy tone) but that's when Sienna, my bitch of a friend, asked me for a favor. Why the hell am I kidnapped? And what is with these people growling like rabid dogs? And please, can anyone tell me why the f*ck, AM I GETTING MARRIED TO THEIR HUNK OF A GANG LEADER WITH UNNATURAL GLOWING EYES?