Système

Erotic stories that can rekindle the flame within each of us: desire. Prohibited for minors, very hot scene. Experience intense moments of desire and let the pleasure consume you.

Violence Wilson yang kehilangan seluruh ingatannya terjebak dalam mimpi buruk di sebuah desa kecil nan terpencil. Teror pembunuhan menghantui satu desa dan tanpa ia sadari sang pelaku berasal dari masa lalunya yang kelam. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi? Akankah Violence menemukan kembali potongan ingatannya? Tolong aku!

We all know how it ends, the story of the sexy cheerleader and the captain of the football team. But this is different. Every cheerleader always dates every guy on the football team it is a "high school achievement". You know how it feels to walk down the hall and have all eyes on you, most of them envy you, some wish they were you, some wants your man and the few just would stop at nothing to drag you down. Well that's a "high school challenge" one way or the other student see school as a battle field in other to meet up with the high status, keeping up appearances, expressing themselves and getting high. Keeping up good grades is only secondary. PROM, PROM, PROM, that's what's on every girls mind and it will be embarrassing when your girls ask "who are you going with" and you say "with no one", "that's a high school walk of shame". High school is like a bed you lay. You can choose how you want to lay it, what matters is you lie on it eventually. By The story of the sexy cheerleader and the captain of the football team are just like the fairy tale story of Cinderella and her prince charming but the question is, does every story end up like that? Still, standing at the far end of the hallway was a simple introvert, trying to cook up the courage to say one word to her. He could see her laugh at her friends jokes, but can she SEE him?

"I want you to be mine." Davon purrs into my ear while his hand snakes up to my neck. "I want to be yours, too..." "Good. Then I shall fuck you till you forget your own name, little flower." His hand tightens against my throat.

Dream Brooks is a timid high schooler who hates her body and everything about her. The popular school bullies, NASTIES, uses her timid nature against her, bullying her at any opportunity they get. What happens when the school's popular boy falls in love with a nobody, the inferior one?

Sienna Greenwood I don't know which one hurts more. Loving him while he still loves his past or leaving him in the arms of his past. I thought I could cope with it but I realize I only fall into a darker pit the more I try. So I decided to let it go,to end everything because there was nothing worth living for. But he came once again and saved me. But only this time it was the Vice Versa situation. Only time will tell.

Pria is a struggling university student working night shifts at a café while facing relentless bullying on campus. Life hasn’t been easy, but she’s determined to fight for her dreams. Luna, a cold and brilliant heiress, is about to become CEO of one of Asia’s largest corporations. As Pria’s professor, she keeps her distance, but beneath her icy exterior lies a complicated heart that begins to notice Pria’s quiet strength. When Luna’s harsh facade starts to crack, and jealousy and hidden tenderness emerge, Pria must confront her fears about love and trust. With Luna’s family drama and their vastly different worlds threatening to keep them apart, can these two women break down the walls between them, or will their fears keep them apart forever?

Ikinasal ako sa taong hindi ko gusto. Like the other arranged marriage love story, we end up loving each other. However, a dark secret behind our marriage was revealed. Can we continue to feel the warmth of love we have, and stay in each other's arms, knowing that that secret has deeply inflicted us the most painful event of our lives? Are we ready to find out the truth? May happy ending din ba kami katulad ng mga taong nagsimula sa arranged marriage? "Unmarry me." "Okay."

He needed my bone marrow to live. I gave it to him, and lost my heart in the process. Now my ex is out there living his best life- a baby on the way, fame on the track, and a new woman in his arms... while I can’t even cry without my heart aching. Then his brother showed up. Elias Carter, the cruel, sinfully dangerous biker who shouldn’t even know my name. But he knows more than that. He knows what I am. A wolf. Just like him. He doesn’t want love. He wants to claim me, use me, break me. I swore I’d never let him. But somehow… I ended up wearing his ring. Now I’m trapped in a marriage built on secrets, lies, and a desire that burns too deep to deny. And the cruelest part? The more I try to hate him, the more my heart forgets how.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.