Smashing Meme

Clover Browns, a girl who worked as a maid in the Hanson's mansion, her only close family was her mother who married into a rich family, her step father and step sister manipulated and maltreated her, forcing her to work as a maid in her step sister fiance's mansion, while working, Clover found herself falling for Calhoun Hanson, the boss, who said to be an untamable beast with anger issues. But she was a beauty, it is okay to fall for a beast?

Dragged to a party by her best friend Meme, Lala has a chance run-in with the local biker king Spin, who ends up saving her life when she almost drowns, only to take over and destroy it! When she meets Jonny upon his departure from the Navy, Spin is forced into redemption! Will Lala choose the good guy or the bad boy?!

"I want you gone," he launched his fist at me, aiming for my calves. I shut my eyes, waiting for his hit to pack a punch. "You should be in bed by now, if I'm correct," Alpha Ryu's voice resonated in the passage. "You don't order me around Alpha," the figure let out, smashing his fist onto Alpha Ryu. "Maybe it's time you become a lesson to others," Alpha Ryu exhaled, grabbing the figure by the neck before smashing him onto the ground. "You're strong, but you don't have what it takes to kill me." The figure blurted out, sending Alpha Ryu's feet back with his legs. In order to prove her existence and claim her rightful position as Alpha of the Moon Hounds, she must do the impossible: bring back the head of the Ruthless Alpha Ryu of the opposing pack. She doesn’t give up, infiltrating the pack when it’s at its lowest guard and acting as an ordinary maid. In her bid to destroy the pack and have the Alpha’s head, she’s met with the biggest challenge of all—love. Will she fall for his charming, attractive, and Ruthless appearance, or will she find a way to complete her mission and take her stance as the Alpha of the Moon Hounds?

Secrets, Scandals, Parties and Fast living. Name it, Matt Drew has had it all. His playboy lifestyle crashes when his sister is brutally murdered. Matt is thrown into a depression that makes him seek solace in work. And then he meets Ira and everything about him changes...or does it? Smashing hot. Naive. Simple but breathtakingly beautiful. Ira wrenches Matt from the halls of debauchery. For a while, it seems as if she'll redeem him. However, darkness lurks around the corner. Will she be able to handle the secrets, worms and scandals that come with loving a Drew? Find out in this exciting story...

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

I looked at him, smiling back, thinking it was all a game, but deep down, I felt the pulse of something far more real. His hand brushing down to my waist, teasing my ability to give in. And in that quiet, I didn’t know it yet, but my body was about to betray me completely, as I melted into his burning touch. He looked into my eyes, leaning slightly closer than I expected. "Can I kiss you?" Roy asked, almost like he was at the verge of smashing his lips against mine. ******* Hailey Queen was done playing nice after her ex humiliated her, dumped in front of the whole school and took her step sister to prom. Now it’s her turn to ruin his perfect little world. And what better way than to show up with the school’s hottest new obsession—Royd Williams, the cold, mysterious hockey captain everyone wants but no one can have. *******Trigger warning****** Smut**Smut**

On the day of Lucas' engagement, he managed to get a few lackeys to keep me occupied, and by the time I stepped out the police station, done with questioning, it was already dark outside. Arriving home, I stood there on the doorstep and eavesdropped on Lucas and his friends talking about me. "I was afraid she'd cause trouble, so I got her to spend the whole day at the police station. I made sure that everything would be set in stone by the time she got out." Shaking my head with a bitter laugh, I blocked all of Lucas' contacts and went overseas without any hesitation. That night, Lucas lost all his composure, kicking over a table and smashing a bottle of liquor, sending glass shards flying all over the floor. "She's just throwing a tantrum because she's jealous… She'll come back once she gets over it…" What he didn't realize, then, was that this wasn't just a fit of anger or a petty tantrum. This time, I truly didn't want him anymore.

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.