The Paradise Problem Spicy Chapters List Novels & Stories

Zara Lowry once gave her heart to Yosef Webb, her boss and savior, risking everything in a whirlwind of passion. To him, however, she was nothing more than a reliable cog in his corporate machine.She was done with that, though.Yosef could not stand Zara's cool-headedness, her logic, her self-sufficiency. Yet, he eventually found the warmth and adoration he longed for in her eyes.Her eyes, however, were looking elsewhere. ***[In this story, neither the hero nor the heroine is perfect. This is not your typical tale of a successful female lead. Yosef is a jerk, but is later changed to become a man who would do anything for love. This is a tale of a tsundere man, and it takes many chapters for the two of them to reconcile.

He pulled his hand from my grip, "What is your problem?" "What is my problem? My problem is the way you were flirting with that guy.” "What I do have nothing to do with you Carlson, you are my boss yes but I'm allowed to hangout around other people and Peter was just being nice." "Nice? You even know his name, why are you so cheap?..." It happened so fast I didn't see it coming all I felt was the stink on my cheeks and the tears in Enzo's eyes. …………….. Carlson Coleman never planned on working for his father's company, but a deal is a deal—he gets everything he wants, or he walks. What he didn’t expect was for “everything” to include Enzo Grey, the quiet, brilliant boy he spent years bullying through high school and college… who also happens to be his new personal assistant. Carlson’s always been drawn to Enzo in ways he couldn’t understand—or admit. Back then, bullying him was the only way Carlson knew to keep him close, to assert control over the chaos Enzo made him feel. But now, years later, the tables have turned. Carlson is the CEO of Coleman Group Ltd., and Enzo is all grown up, confident, and devastatingly off-limits. But some obsessions don’t die. Carlson will do whatever it takes to keep Enzo by his side—this time without the cruelty, without the masks. Only problem? Enzo remembers everything. And forgiveness doesn’t come easy when your past is paved with torment. Now, in the high-rise world of business, boardrooms, and broken trust, Carlson must confront not only his deepest desires but also the man he used to be. Because this time, if he wants Enzo, he’ll have to earn him.

Dating is fun but not when the media defined you as a pyscho clingy dater. Artemesia Vena is known as a singer song writer who puts the story of her past love in every song. She didn't just create a name in the industry, she build a reputation. Braxton Rozx Bentley, a billionaire bachelor that has no experience in dating needs a guide to win the woman she likes. He hired her to be his flirting expert. Artemesia have a long list of ex lovers while Braxton doesn't. Will their indifferences pull them closer or push them away from each other? What happen's when Braxton Rozx flirts with Artemesia, his flirting expert?

Lydia is a once straight A college student turned Escort. Her mother was in a terrible accident and the only way Lydia can afford to pay her bills is to join an A list Escort service. Drake is a Real Estate Mongrel. His a self made billionaire and owns his own company. He hails from a broken family that comes from old money. He’s received an invitation to his younger brothers wedding celebration and he needs to find a date in order to keep his mother at bay from throwing every eligible bachelorette his way. Drake turns to the Escort service to find a perfect date. Can Lydia and Drake trick Drakes family into believing they real lovers?

⚠️ Warning: [ Smut! Smut! Smut! ahead. For audiences 18yrs and older. Readers discretion is strongly advised. Enter at your own detriment.] He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock." He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it. His cock. ********************** Welcome to EDEN....or in other words (Paradise): Where Pain is Pleasure👄. Desire is Control😈, and sin lingers like an afterthought. This is a collection of different erotic forbidden tales that are bound to make you drip under the covers. It's not just a book, but a need, a release.....an escape. Contains mature/raw explicit scenes, strong vulgar languages, taboo relationships layered with Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Degradation and Power play dynamics. If this is your kink, I dare you to venture into the forbidden🍏.....

"W-Well, that part is very dry. When I'm doing it with someone else, it's very dry, chapped, and it hurts a lot too. I can never get it to lube up even after a long time…" I gaze at Audrey Lawson, whose beautiful face has gone red from embarrassment. Then, I glance at her smoking hot body. After gulping quietly, I tell her with a smile, "Ms. Lawson, your problem seems a little complicated. I dare not give a verdict right away… "Why don't you go behind the curtains right now? I'll use a device to check what the problem exactly is. "Ah, and by the way, remember to take off your pants."

The story of Vania and Zed who love each other but their relationship is fought. Vania's father will going to marry her to Kalvin, his friend's son for professional interests but a serious problem is going to arise, the girl will be pregnant before this marriage. In the face of this ultimate test, her husband Kalvin must decide whether he is willing to sacrifice everything for his love or if he must give up this marriage to protect his family's reputation. Will her husband Kalvin divorce her over this problem? Will he make her have an abortion? Or will he raise this child together with her ? And what will become of Zed, the child's father ? The ending remains uncertain, leaving readers on the edge of their seats for a sequel that could be full of twists and turns.

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.

In which, a paranoid schizophrenic vows to avenge his fiancee's death by taking revenge on the woman who Killed her. _____________ A modern day depiction of 'Beauty and The Beast' _______________ ***THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME SERIOUS TRIGGERING CONTENTS. DO NOT SKIP THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS THAT HAVE AN EXTENDED WARNING INSIDE. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU WON'T READ IT AND CONFIRM IT'S OKAY WITH YOU. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.*** _______________ Copyright ©2022 ssybahz ____________________________ She was the one who saw light in the darkness. And he was the darkness itself. She loved rain. And he loved his monsters. But what would happen if they collide by the cruelty of fate? Would she see the light seeping through his darkness? Or would she let herself be consumed by it, let it shatter her completely? ________________________________

He was a caged dragon burning with a fire for pleasure. She was sent to tame him— but she played his fire like a song. Elaina walked into the dungeon with a harp, a plan, and no intention of surrender. Drake expected another temptress. What he got was a challenge wrapped in silk and steel. "Touch me again like that," he growled, "and I won't stop until you're mine—in every form." What happens when a dragon and a human join forces—not just to conquer their enemies, but to survive the storm between and within them? Warning: This tale is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, it’s explicit, and it’s dripping with heat. Are you over eighteen? Are you ready to step into the fire and face what these chapters hold? Then click—if you dare.