Sofa Tv Santai

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

Sehari sebelum pesta kelulusan SMA, Ethan menyeretku ke ranjang. Gerakannya kasar dan dia menuntutku sepanjang malam. Meski tubuhku kesakitan, hatiku justru dipenuhi rasa manis. Aku telah diam-diam mencintai Ethan selama sepuluh tahun. Akhirnya, impianku menjadi nyata. Dia bilang, setelah lulus, dia akan menikahiku. Begitu dia mewarisi kekuasaan Keluarga Luciano dari ayahnya, aku akan menjadi wanita paling terhormat dalam keluarga itu. Keesokan paginya, Ethan memelukku erat dan mengaku pada kakak angkatku bahwa kami telah bersama. Aku duduk malu-malu dalam pelukannya, merasa diriku adalah wanita paling beruntung di dunia. Namun tiba-tiba, mereka mengganti percakapan ke dalam bahasa Italia. Lucas, kakak tiriku, menggoda Ethan dengan tawa, "Nggak heran kamu disebut-sebut sebagai Bos Muda. Baru pertama kali saja sudah ada primadona kelas yang nyerahin diri ke kamu." "Gimana rasanya adik tiriku?" Ethan menjawab dengan nada santai, "Luarannya memang tampak polos, tapi di ranjang ... luar biasa liar." Gelak tawa memenuhi ruangan itu. "Jadi, ke depannya aku harus panggil dia adik atau kakak ipar?" tanya Lucas. Namun, wajah Ethan tiba-tiba berubah dingin. "Kakak ipar apanya? Aku lagi coba dekati kapten tim pemandu sorak, takut dia kecewa sama kemampuanku, jadi Cynthia aku jadikan latihan dulu." "Oh ya, soal aku tidur sama Cynthia, jangan sampai Sylvia tahu. Aku takut dia marah." Tanpa mereka ketahui, aku diam-diam telah belajar bahasa Italia, hanya agar kelak bisa lebih dekat dengan Ethan. Mendengar semua itu, aku tidak berkata apa pun. Aku hanya diam-diam mengubah tujuan pendaftaran universitasku dari Caxtech menjadi Maltech.

What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn’t handle it, but I didn’t fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when acid was poured on me. I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn’t. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who adopted a new son to take over the company. Then I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. We were able to defuse the bomb and escape. Then we were shot in the head by God knows who. His surgery was successful, but mine wasn’t, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn’t hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted… to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I-was-pregnant.

Si Vance Haidezo, isang friendly, hard working and charismatic Journalist. Naatasan siya para sa isang private project ng TV Station na pinapasukan niya. He will make a documentary film for the daily life of a billionaire heir. Hindi niya inaasahan na ang tinutukoy na tagapagmana ay si Steven Kiazxon. Si Steven Kiazxon na heartthrob, bad boy ay boyfriend niya Vance noong nasa college sila na hanggang ngayon ay mahal na mahal niya. Vance waited him after Steven promised to come back but suddenly disappeared three years ago. Now that they meet again. Akala ni Vance tapos na ang paghihintay niya pero hindi pala dahil hindi na siya kilala ni Steven na nagka-amnesia. Ano ang dapat gawin ni Vance para maalala siya ng nobyo? Paano niya gagawin 'yon kung nakalimutan na din ni Steven ang tunay nitong pagkatao? Na ang kaya din nitong ibigin at pangarapin ay isang lalakeng kagaya niya... "Steven, kung hindi ako maalala ng isip mo, ipapaalala ko 'yon sa puso mo. Ramdam kong alam mong mahalaga ako sayo kaya maghihintay ako hanggang sa maalala mo ako. Nababasa ko sa mga mata mong mahal mo pa rin ako kaya hindi ako susuko." - Vance. Anong misteryo ang matutuklasan ni Vance sa pangyayari tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan na dahilan ng pagkawala ng alaala ni Steven?

Note: This book has two stand-alone stories with happy endings. If Book 1 isn’t your style, jump to Book 2 at Chapter 69! BOOK 1: Adrian & Emily Blackwood "You look like a beggar; don’t bother me," Adrian Blackwood sneered when Emily St. Claire bumped into him after learning her husband cheated with his pregnant ex-fiancée. Little did Adrian know, he'd one day beg this hot divorcee for love. Emily thought she had it all—until she walked in on her husband moaning another woman’s name on their fifth anniversary. Shattered but not broken, she vows to dismantle the empire he built on lies. Enter Adrian Blackwood—the ruthless billionaire who bends the world to his will. “I’ll let you drain me dry,” Emily tells him, determined to reclaim her life and get revenge. But as passion ignites, revenge takes a back seat to redemption. Will their dark pasts consume them, or can they find love amid the chaos? BOOK 2: Vincent & Claire Everglow “I gave you everything,” Claire whispered, clutching her belly as the TV announced Vincent Everglow’s engagement to the world’s sweetheart, Layla Vanroe. Two weeks ago, Vincent knelt before her with a promise ring. “When I’m ready, I’ll marry you,” he said. But now, Claire is pregnant and alone, discarded like a secret. Vincent’s betrayal cut deep, but Claire swore to move on. So why does her heart betray her when their paths cross again? Why does Layla seem desperate to keep them apart? Love doesn’t follow rules, but when lies and betrayal threaten their fragile bond, Claire and Vincent must decide: will they fight for each other or walk away forever!

Warning: This book is fucking disgusting. If the thought of getting your tight little holes stretched, used, and ruined makes you uncomfortable, close it right now and go read something vanilla. But if your pussy is already dripping and your thighs are squeezing together… keep reading, you filthy little slut. Throw away every safe, sweet romance you’ve ever touched. This collection doesn’t ask permission. It kicks the door down, grabs you by the hair, slams you face-down, and fucks you raw until you forget your own name. No slow burn. No gentle teasing. No fade-to-black bullshit. Every story starts fast, hits harder, and doesn’t stop until she’s spread wide open, stuffed full of thick cock, leaking load after load from every hole, and begging like a desperate whore for more. Stepdads and stepbrothers who double-team her while Mommy sleeps ten feet away, pumping her full of forbidden cum. Daddy’s closest friend blackmailing her with that slutty nude she accidentally sent, forcing her to cum on his fingers while Dad cheers at the TV inches away. Being gangbanged by drunk older men in the bar —every hole used, every load swallowed or pumped deep until cum runs down her thighs in thick rivers. Choking. Breeding. Gangbangs. Triple penetration. Degradation. Face-fucking. Raw, unprotected creampies that ruin you for any other man. If the thought of being held down and used without mercy while you cum so hard you see stars makes your cunt throb… You’re exactly where you belong. Turn the page, baby.. Your men are waiting. And they’re starving to wreck you...

Setelah menerima pekerjaan barunya sebagai asisten Presiden Grup Jing Sheng, ia pun bersiap melapor untuk pertama kalinya kepada sang atasan yang, sama seperti dirinya, juga baru saja menjabat. Ia belum sepenuhnya paham medan yang akan dihadapinya, namun tak disangka, tugas pertamanya justru datang dengan kejutan besar. "Pagi besok, batalkan semua jadwal rapat," ujar pria itu dengan nada tenang namun tak terbantahkan. "Jam sembilan, ikut aku ke kantor catatan sipil. Kita akan mengambil surat nikah." Hari pertamanya bekerja dan ia sudah harus menghadapi kenyataan bahwa sang presiden yang baru itu, dengan seenaknya, memaksanya untuk menikah. Tanpa perkenalan, tanpa proses pendekatan, hanya satu perintah yang tak memberikan ruang untuk pembangkangan. Haruskah ia melawan? Atau menuruti saja perintah pria yang bahkan belum sempat benar-benar ia kenal? Malam harinya, ketika rumah sudah senyap dan waktu tidur tiba, pria itu bersandar santai di ambang pintu kamar. Suaranya terdengar ringan, malas, namun ada nada menggoda yang tak bisa diabaikan. "Bu Ny. Presiden, aku mau matikan lampunya. Kau yakin ingin tidur meringkuk seperti bakpao kukus sambil memeluk pisau?" Perempuan itu menatap tajam sambil tetap memegangi senjata kecil yang ia bawa untuk berjaga-jaga. "Kalau begitu, kau bisa tidur di luar." "Tidak mungkin," sahut pria itu cepat. "Ini rumahku." "Siang tadi, kau sendiri yang mengalihkan hak kepemilikan rumah ini padaku. Jadi sekarang, ini rumahku," balasnya tenang, tapi tajam. Saling menantang di antara batas logika dan perasaan, keduanya berdiri di ujung ketegangan yang entah akan berakhir dengan perang atau... sesuatu yang jauh lebih membingungkan.

Warning!... konten mengadung 21++"Kenapa kamu mau menerima pernikahan ini? Apa kamu tidak akan menyesal sama sekali menikah dengan pria cacat sepertiku? Bahkan Jessica saja yang sudah menjadi kekasihku selama 3 tahun lebih memilih meninggalkanku karena aku, karena sekarang aku hanyalah seorang pria cacat dan tidak berguna dan pastinya kan menyusahkan untuk kedepannya," ujar Jonathan penjang lebar sambil melihat ke arah mata hitam cerah milik Kalisa. Kalisa tampak berpikir dengan keras, dirinya mana mungkin akan mengatakan yang sejujurnya jika dia terpaksa menerima pernikahan ini karena menerima sebuah hukuman yang diberikan orang tuanya padanya. Tiba-tiba saja otak kecil Kalisa mendapatkan ide gila dan dia yakin Jinathan akan mempercayainya. "Memangnya ada yang salah jika aku tidak menyesal menikah denganmu, Mas? Lagipula yang cacatkan kaki kamu," jawab Kalisa santai dan malah membuat Jonathan heran yang mengerutkan alisnya tak mengerti dengan jalan pikiran Kalisa. "Gak perlu ngerutin alis kaya gitu kali, mas. Tapi benerkan yang cacat itu kaki kamu aja kan?" Tanya Kalisa dan di angguki oleh Jonathan."Kalau cuman masalah itu mah gampak, kita bisa nyari dokter terbaik di dunia untuk menyembuhkannya. Dan poin terpenting yang aku lihat dari Mas adalah---," ucap Kalisa menggantung sambil memperhatikan Jonathan dengan cermat."Apa poin penting yang kamu lihat dariku?" Ucap Jonathan. "Poin pentingngnya adik kecil milik Mas yang dibawahnitu gak ikutan cacatkan?" Ucap Kalisa lancar tanpa ada rasa malu sedikitpun. Jonathan melebarkan matanya mendengar pertanyaan yang keluar dari bibir tipis Kalisa yang menurutnya sedikt vulgar.

Aku adalah Isha, putri dari bos mafia nomor satu di Sisilia. Sejak kecil aku selalu memberontak. Ayah takut aku suatu hari bertindak gegabah dan menikah dengan orang yang tidak pantas, jadi dia langsung memberi perintah bahwa aku harus bertunangan dengan Luca, pewaris Keluarga Marino yang sedang naik daun. Meskipun ini pernikahan politik, setidaknya aku ingin memilih cincin yang kusukai. Oleh karena itu, aku menghadiri lelang keluarga mafia. Saat cincin permata penutup acara ditampilkan, aku mengangkat papan penawaran. Palu lelang bahkan belum jatuh ketika suara wanita yang arogan terdengar dari samping belakangku. "Gadis kampungan sepertimu berani ini menyaingiku? Empat miliar! Kalau tahu diri, cepat keluar sendiri." Tempat itu langsung hening selama beberapa detik, hanya terdengar suara rana kamera yang pelan. Aku menoleh dan melihat seorang wanita mengenakan gaun haute couture berwarna emas. Senyum santai menggantung di sudut bibirnya, seolah seluruh ruang lelang adalah panggung pribadinya. Belum sempat aku bicara, juru lelang sudah tergesa-gesa mengetukkan palu. "Terjual! Selamat kepada Nona Sophie yang berhasil mendapatkan cincin utama 'Bintang Abadi'!" Alisku mengerut dan amarahku membuncah. "Belum selesai dilelang sudah bisa diketuk? Tempat ini aturannya buruk sekali." Sophie berbalik dengan tatapan tajam, menilikku dari ujung sepatu hingga puncak kepala. "Aturan?" Dia mengejek, "Sayang, aku ini Sophie, adik angkat Luca, pewaris Keluarga Marino. Di sini, akulah aturan!" Aku tak bisa menahan tawa. Kebetulan sekali, Luca adalah nama tunanganku. Aku segera mengambil ponsel dan menekan nomor yang sudah kuhafal. "Luca,'adik angkatmu’ baru saja merebut cincin pertunanganku. Kamu mau gimana?"

To ensure fairness, my daughter said that she would draw lots to choose whose family to spend the New Year’s with every year. However, for the past nine years, she had spent the New Year’s with her in-laws. The latest draw was no different. On New Year’s Eve, my daughter gave me specific instructions. “Mom, we’re spending the New Year’s with my in-laws. We’ve made a reservation at the most expensive restaurant in town. Please help me save some money. You can just make some food at home for your dinner.” Hence, on New Year’s Eve, I ate alone while watching TV at home. When I stood up, I accidentally knocked over the raffle box. All the lots inside the box had my daughter’s handwriting. The words ‘in-laws’ were clearly written on every single one of them. For the past ten years, the lots had been fake. My daughter was willingly spending the New Year’s celebration with her in-laws, and she had never once thought of spending it with me, her biological mother, who had spent so much money on her. At the same time, I got a notification on my phone. Her mother-in-law posted something on social media. [My daughter-in-law is so lovely. She bought me so many gifts and chose to spend the New Year’s with us. It’s as if she’s our own daughter!] They smiled brightly in the video. On the table were gifts that she bought using my retirement fund. I did not sleep for the whole night. The next morning, I called the bank. “Please remove all the auto-debit accounts from my retirement account.” From then on, I would only spend my money on myself.