Trapezoid Coffee Table

Nicole Allen had the most normal life. She procrastinate, she struggles with her daily life and, to mention, always had been the target of her notorious boss, Eric Marsh, to yell at. But every normalcy in her life turned upside down when the world of magic granted her one wish. Nicole is stuck with her pessimistic reality, that was why when she was introduced with fantasy, she made fun of it. And that's where her real struggles come. Will she ever survive, when the real twist of her bland life is more than one turn of a table?

Fresh out of college and working his dream job, Sam Elliott didn't expect to get fired two days later, all because a rich arrogant COO got coffee spilled all over himself. When he gets hired by the same COO a few days later, his life changes for the better, the pay is good and is boss is not half bad, but when he catches the attention of the two twin CEOs of the company, aka his boss' nephews it's not what he expects. He's being asked to make a choice, Bradley or Brandon, it seems simple enough, until an unexpected fourth party enters their triangle.

The Wolf King had a million soldiers under his command, but he could not defy his master’s order to marry a woman that he barely knew. When Andrius and Luna met, they agreed to call off the marriage arrangement, but when things took a surprising turn, the couple decided to fake their marriage and pretend to be husband and wife. Can the Wolf King charm his ‘bride’ within the stipulated duration or will the bride lose her future before they can even get a divorce?

"Wider, Millie. Yes, that's it." I lay weakly on the examination table, my hands unconsciously gripping the sheets. The voice behind me was low and restrained, but it made my ears burn. This examination position was too embarrassing. My buttocks were forced to arch high like some kind of submissive gesture. "Doctor, I can't open any wider..." I bit my lower lip, my voice trembling deliberately. I could see my reflection in the metal bars of the examination table. My messy hair stuck to my flushed cheeks as my eyes shone with a watery, dreamy glow.

" Will you please stop Staring at my ""I think you better watch that mouth of yours before I put my in ?"Melanie Vaughn is a stripper who lives a life of luxury, she can dance for anyone as long as there is money on the table and it is her .One day, she met her boss, the owner of the club Leonard Salvador who wanted her to give him a private dance even though he was married.Little did Melanie know, he wanted her to be his personal Stripper.Will she agree to be his personal Stripper or will it lead to problems, when his wife finds out?

Meet Rylee Parks. JV Cheerleader, kick-ass bowler - and she is in love with her best friend's brother. Meet Aiden Reed. A varsity Football player, he can drink Ireland under the table, and would do anything to protect the friend he sees as a brother. This is Rylee's first year of University and her last year of fawning over a boy who will never look at her the same. But what happens when Aiden is finally woken up to the realization that Rylee won't stay the small and innocent girl she always has been, and his time with her is quickly running out?

He looked up at the sky filled with dancing stars "I wonder how long it will take for this realm to become extinct." The savior thought within himself. "Well, that would take a billion years, give or take." The savior heard in his head. He looked around to see who it was but he didn't see anyone, he replied anyway "Then we need to make that billion years into few years. And I know what to do." The round table was covered with a golden cloth with some strangers sitting round it "I hope we are all clear on what to do?" The savior asked.

Billionaire and his wife He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "l just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to"

I poured my heart and soul into securing a big deal for my wife's law firm. But when I stepped out for a quick coffee break, she fired me on the spot, claiming I'd gone AWOL for too long. "New company rule: ten minutes away from your desk, and you're out. You were gone for ten minutes and five seconds. Now grab your stuff and leave." I sneered and flipped the script, turning over proof of her siphoning funds to buy her intern boy a Maybach to the police. She thought she could burn bridges with me, but this bridge didn't crumble so easily.

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.