Social In Philosophy

On the day of my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law updates her social media with a photo. It's my husband's mistress' ultrasound—she's pregnant. Their friends and family congratulate her. Meanwhile, I share a premarital medical report. It belongs to her son, Owen Wade. It also clearly indicates he has congenital necrospermia. There's no way I'll want a man who can't have kids!

Mom dies of rage when she discovers that the bride at my wedding has become Nelly Johnson, Harvey Fisher's business partner. My wedding turns into Mom's funeral the moment she breathes her last breath. Despite that, Harvey insists that the ceremony continue as planned. He even orders me to put the wedding ring on Nelly's finger. "Hurry up and put it on! I'll explain everything to you tonight!" he snarls. I ignore him and leave the hotel with Mom's body in my arms. The wedding ends with a banging success at 8:00 pm. Nelly updated her social media with a post that's liked by tens of thousands of people. "I've finally married the light of my life! I'd like to thank a certain homewrecker for leaving after remembering her place." Harvey updates his social media with a similar post. "Those who are unworthy don't deserve to be loved." I like both their posts in the ice-cold morgue. I comment, "I wish you two a lifetime of happiness." Then, I head home with Mom's ashes. When I enter the house, I see Harvey holding Nelly tightly while making out with her.

I find out about my husband's affair by looking at his social media profile picture. The other woman is rich and powerful—she hits me in public and makes me lose my job. She even makes it so that I can never get a job in the same field again! I pretend to give in. In truth, I'm biding my time and slowly exacting my revenge!

When I was left penniless in a small country in Europe by my scam boyfriend, I drank alone in a local bar, hooked up with a hot stranger, and had the best night ever. Then, I realized the man I slept with was the Crown Prince, the world-known womanizer. And now he offers a reward of $1 million on social media to find me, because I thought this was just a one night thing and left without saying goodbye....

In the city of Oakhaven, power isn’t shared—it’s inherited. And the Thorne Triplets have just found their newest asset. Damon, Kael, and Elias Thorne are a trinity of absolute control. One rules the boardroom, one rules the streets, and one rules the elite social circles. They have everything—except a reason to be human. Then they meet Luke. Soft, curvy, and devastatingly innocent, Luke was never meant to survive the shark-infested waters of Thorne International. But the triplets don’t want him to swim; they want him to drown in their devotion. What starts as a "Gilded Leash" of corporate protection quickly spirals into a dark, decadent obsession that defies every social boundary. But as the brothers whisk Luke away to The Aerie—a glass-and-obsidian fortress perched three thousand feet above the world—the air begins to change. Secrets are whispered in the mountain mist. A shadowy figure from the past refuses to stay buried. And a shocking biological revelation is about to flip the Thorne hierarchy on its head. How much of yourself can you lose before you belong to someone else? The world thinks the Thornes are protecting Luke from the monsters outside. They don’t realize that the most dangerous monsters are the ones already holding him in the dark. One heart. Three masters. A legacy written in blood and silk

Scarlet had never had it easy. Growing up in a terrible orphanage led by a corrupted Matron, Scarlet had learned the only way she and her fellow orphans were going to have a better life was if she made one for them herself. Taking on add jobs here and there she quickly gained notoriety within the higher social circles of the influential. Now, hired as a Contract Wife, will this latest mission result in true love? Or will it spell out doom for them both?

Initially, I think a little puppy wants to climb the social ladder with his good looks, but I later realize that his skills are… I blush in embarrassment when he asks me how I feel. Despite that, he doesn't let me off the hook. Instead, he keeps pushing me for an answer. "Do you like it, angel? You smell so good. You're so sweet and soft…"

Charles Jansen's true love returns to the country in my seventh year with him. The first post on her social media after she lands is an intimate photo of them together. She captions it, "I'm glad we've come full circle." Only then do I find out the ring hidden in the living room isn't for me. Charles' proposal isn't for me, either. Suddenly, I feel exhausted.

"You're the poison I'm willing to drink in," - Zyd McCluskey Odd and cliché but Lianne Elhoutte believe that maybe her forever lies on the other side of universe. And that she met Zyd Caiden thru social media and her biggest mistake, she fell in love. Now she's totally doom... DISCLAIMER: This story and characters are fictitious. Certain long-standing institutions, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but the characters involved are wholly imaginary. Warning! R18

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.