Straight Shooter

“This is wrong. You’re supposed to help me fix my marriage” “And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it” “You're too close… I can’t think straight when you’re this close” “Then stop thinking. Just feel.” He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. “Tell me to stop Lillian—and I will. But if you don’t, I’m going to kiss and claim your body like I’ve imagined a thousand times on that chair” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she’s desperate—not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage—it exposes desires she’s locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He’s her counselor. She’s his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes.

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Synopsis (Extracted from the story) “What!!!!!.” “Am I dreaming? You are having an affair with my brother??!” “My mate is having an affair with my brother???” “Don’t tell me you have been fooling me around, claiming that you are my mate whereas you are gay!!!!!!!!” How will you feel when you caught your supposed mate having an affair with your brother. Thesame brother who you tell all your secret is having an affair with your mate without your consent. That is the case of Candel. She caught her mate in bed with her brother. Her mate is a gay and he has been deceiving her for the past three years. With pain and regret, she ran away from the awful scene and went straight to the woods to console herself. She was in the woods when a rogue attacked and kill her. When she thought all was over, she reincarnated into her own body but this time around she reincarnated into the day that her back stabbing brother was supposed to be introduced to her cheating mate family She didn’t just reincarnated as a mere Candel but she reincarnate as the Luna of the most powerful pack. Immediately she set her eyes on her cheating mate, all she wanted with him was revenge.

Cresia doesn't believe in afterlife, even more so in heaven or hell. But suddenly, she died at the only age of twenty-nine when she accidentally saved a little girl from getting hit by a car. She didn't know the exact reason why, but she ended up saving the girl. She woke up after the accident only to find out she was already a soul. According to Kairos, a mysterious man who introduced himself as her death angel, her body is still in the ICU. But after sixty days, she will die and her soul will go straight to hell. But because of what she did to save the little girl, Cresia was given a chance to still enter heaven. But if only she will be able to fulfill the mission given to her in sixty days. And her mission—she had to watch over a high school student named Caren who according to Kairos, was a younger version of her. In the middle of her mission, she crossed paths again with Lenos—the only man who broke her heart. She discovered he was Caren's Math teacher, he was the father of the child that she saved that night, and the most shocking of the things, he could see her just like Caren. Suddenly, all the feelings she had for Lenos, together with all the memories they had together came back to her...

He was born to kill her. She was born to save him. One forbidden touch, and the monster inside him roared only one word—MINE. Nineteen-year-old Gabriella “Ella” Nightbourne has spent her whole life hiding from the dark. But when her dormant hybrid blood awakens under a cursed moon, she becomes the most hunted creature alive—the only one who can destroy Valerius Drakov, the immortal vampire king who slaughtered her parents. Adrian Vale was the deadliest human hunter the Nightwatch ever trained… until Valerius captured him, broke him, and turned him into the perfect weapon aimed straight at Ella’s heart. Every command in his blood screams: KILL THE HYBRID. Every spark when their skin touches screams: PROTECT HER. CLAIM HER. LOVE HER. As war erupts between wolves , vampires, and humans, and the prophesied Bloodline Eclipse approaches , Ella and Adrian are forced together — enemies, captor and captive, protector and prey . He will burn the world to keep her safe . She will bleed to bring him back from the darkness . But when the eclipse finally rises, only one question remains: Will their fated bond save them both… or will the monster win and devour the only light he’s ever known?

George Milton took me eight times in a single night. By the ninth, his hand gripped my waist, his voice rough with satisfaction as he rasped, "Baby, I want you to use that innocent-but-sexy look you've got to go seduce Jordan." My entire body went rigid. Then I found out—George's first love, Sarah Byrnes, had been ditched by Jordan Baker, leaving her heartbroken. He wanted me to take revenge for her, to make Jordan taste the agony of being abandoned by the one he loved. After my family had gone bankrupt, I was delivered straight to George's bed. Naively, I believed he treated me differently. After all, I had been the woman at his side the longest. But he only sneered. "The reason I keep you is because you look like Sarah. She's hurting. Now it's your turn to do your part. With reddened eyes, I agreed, swallowing every foolish hope I should never have harbored. Soon, I captured the aloof and untouchable Jordan's heart. And for the first time, George lost control. He wept as he begged, "Catelyn, I regret it. Come back to me, please?"

A Filthy One-Shot Collection One hundred nights. One hundred different ways to break every rule you were ever taught. Inside these pages, innocent brats become dripping, begging sluts for the one man they’re never supposed to want: the stepbrother who bets he can ruin her, the mafia don who claims her virginity as payment, the priest who bends her over the altar after confession, the professor who locks the lecture hall and teaches her what an A really costs. They hate them. They crave them. They spread wide and take every thick, forbidden inch anyway. Stepfathers, stepbrothers, best friend’s dads, rival gang leaders, werewolf alphas, demon summoners, and the coach who said “no dating players” while he’s balls-deep in the cheerleader he swore he’d never touch. Rough breeding, brutal spankings, choking, spitting, tears, squirting, double penetration, public degradation, and cum so filthy it leaks for days. No feelings. No apologies. Just one hundred nights of raw, ruthless, unapologetic sin, where “no” turns into “harder” and “please stop” becomes “don’t you fucking dare.” Open the book. Pick a night. You won’t walk straight when it’s over.

Betrayed by the man she loved. Broken by the pack she called home. Burned alive for carrying his child. Nira thought her story ended the night Alpha Bren chose another woman, ripped her unborn son from her body, and cast her into the flames. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She awakens in the dark forest, her body scarred, but her heart revived in the rhythm of vengeance, stirring with hot rage. And rage demands blood. On the other side of the border waits Hozrik Nightbourne, Bran's banished uncle, the beast Alpha, the devil whispered about in fireside tales. Dangerous, ruthless, and untamed. A man who made absolutely no apology for his darkness. Now he stands as the only person capable of giving her what she wants. To reclaim her dignity, her vengeance, her throne as Luna, Nira must strike a bargain with the devil himself. But alliances forged in fire are not easily contained. Hozrik’s hunger is primal, his eyes burn with a desire that sees past her scars, past her pain, and straight into the fury that makes her stronger than she has ever been. And just when she has her fill? There is more at play when a greater evil graces the land.