The Right Stuff

She was born without a wolf. An omega with no anchor, no protection, and no right to exist. She should have been erased… Until a certain Alpha decided she belonged to him.

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.

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

In the process of ruling the kingdom by themselves. The four God's got themselves entangled which crumbled the whole kingdom. To make things right, a demigod was born. Will he be able to shoulder the responsibility?

When Gracelyn Belmonte finally ran from her abusive father, she ran right into the arms of the Italian Mobster, Giovanni LaRosa. Faith took a different turn, but was it a good one?

"Please, help me." I stretched my hands out as life and death flashed in front of my eyes. "Being Alpha was the only reason I had a relationship with you, So it would be best for I and the whole pack if I lost my mate to unknown people a night before our big day, I'm sorry Selene." There could be nothing worse than getting killed by your fiance few moments to your wedding right? Wrong! What was worse was being given a second chance at living just to end up at the brink of death immediately you were reborn? Even worse was being mated to a cursed Alpha that held the power of my judgement right inside of his fist.

Her name is Sapphire Emerald Maxine Lopez. Ang hahaba ng mga pangalan nila di ba? Well it was because of their mom na talagang pinaghandaan ang mga pangalan nila. Their mother dreamed for the future of her two children pero hindi sumang-ayon sa kanya ang kapalaran. Sapphire or preferred to be called as Max is the opposite dream of her mother. She doesn't like girls stuff and even acting and dressing up like a man. Pero, hindi naman siya tomboy o kahit confused man lang. Alam niya na babae siya, nagkataon lang na panlalaki ang interes niya. She built her car remodeling business na unti-unting umani ng pansin sa loob lang ng isang taon. Life is amazing as she think about it. Meet Chase Luke Racinni the only son of one of the richest family in the world. All the girls will line up in just a single snap of his fingers. A womanizer, Casanova and a heartbreaker, name it, he all has it. He doesn't like to see his competitors, especially when he learned that some of his clients, made their cars remodeled from a small company called Transformers Inc. His own brand of cars has been remodeled and he could not accept it. So what he did is, he destroyed it. In just one night, Max's remodeling company kissed the ground to it's downfall without knowing the real reason. Paano kung magtagpo ang kanilang mga landas sa isang hindi inaasahang pangyayari? The circle of fate started to change when the two of them met. Pero paano na lang kung malaman ni Max na ang itinuturing niyang mabait at matulungin na kaibigan na nagkataon na gusto pa niya ay siyang dahilan ng pagbagsak ng niya?

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

They lost him right after he was born into this world. But as parents, Aries Dale and Leonora never lose their hope. Because they know that some day they will be together again. And fate will bring them together.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.