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At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

It all started with a car accident. Aviana Cole is a Twenty-three-year old who moves to LA to seek greener pastures. However, on her first day in LA, her seven-year old brother is caught in a car accident. What she doesn't expect is, the driver, Ethan Urkel, is the Ceo of G&K company, a top billionaire of LA. For Ethan, Aviana is the kind of girl he never met in his life, a poor but sincere pretty, who rejected his money but took a job to earn her own life. But for people around him, Aviana is nothing but a PA girl, trying desperately to get into high society. His family despises her, and his fiance frames her, but all that only pushes him closer to her. Love thrives when no one knows. Open the book to read a love story between a lovely couple and their cross-class marriage. ******* Excerpt "Why do you have to get in the way between me and her?" Ethan questioned his father with anger, "You wanna know how to tear us apart? Fine, you'd have to kill your own blood to do so. Because as long as I live, I'll always love her." He turned to his father and let out his last warning. "I won't let you hurt, even a strand of her hair, father." Then, he stormed out of the mansion.

Aria Mendez is an eighteen years old freshman in Appleland University, after the death of her parents when she was twelve, she lived in an orphanage and got sponsored to school. Everything changed when she met him, a reaper, the devil himself, blood is his weakness, not just any blood, her blood. Ocean Muse, twenty three years old vampire, his desire for blood was undescribable. But, that night he saw her on the streets and he saw , he wants her for pleasure. I slowly stepped backwards as he came closer, the old my was lying on the ground cold blooded, who is this man in front of me. I couldn't see him clearly because of the darkness in the night. "Wh-what d-did you do to him. How did you do that?" I managed to asked. His lips covered with the old man's blood, he smirked at me. "What an interesting little girl, you wanna know what I did to him?" he said, and as if my legs work on their own, I turn around and tried to run away, but surprisingly, he was right in front of me. I yelp and tried to run away again but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. My back was against his chest, I squirm in fear. "Since you're curious, let me show you" he whispered and that's when I felt his teeth on my neck.

HER BABY’S SECRET Are we best friends or meant to be together? Minutes went by, that was the longest minutes of my life. My heart was beating hard against my chest. I felt like it was going to burst anytime soon. The result and how I would break it down to Busayomi without her getting mad stirred panic within me. I was scared. I closed my eyes as she picked the strip. I could feel her eyes on me. "I.. think..this is good news." She said but my heart broke at her words. It is really bad news if it's positive. "You're pregnant." She said happily. No..no..no..my heart beat skipped two beats at a time. Suddenly I went into hyperventilating mode! And I couldn't control it. What do you do when you don't know how you feel? What do you do when you can't possibly let go of what you feel? What do you do when you can't confess your feelings just because you don't wanna ruin a long time friendship? And all you do is to make him happy! Then what happens when you find out you're pregnant but you can't tell it to the father of your child? Read the story of two best friends.

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

Blaze’s tongue speared into me, flicking and sucking fast and a strangled scream tore out of my throat. I arched off the bed, or attempted to, but Blaze’s grip on my hips were like granite, mercilessly pinning me to the bed as he ravished me like I was his last meal on earth. “Please,” I cried out through a stuttered moan. A moment later, Justin was crouching above me, gripping my throat firmly and making me mewl shakily as my eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. “You wanna be a good girl for us? Don’t you?” He asked, voice silky and deep. I nodded my head vigorously, eagerly. I wanted to be good for him, for the both of them– always. I always want to be good for them. “Now shush. Be a good girl and take it.” ————- Molly has been in a relationship with Justin for over a year, and their love was as strong as mountains. When Molly’s twenty-first birthday arrived, she didn’t expect her boyfriend to bring her most dirtiest fantasy to life, which was to have a threesome with two hot looking men. And when Molly and her boyfriend realized just how much they loved that night spent with Blaze, it became a reoccurring experience. But, what Molly didn’t expect to happen, was for her to unknowingly start catching feelings for Blaze. • • This is a m/w/m ménage story featuring: - dom/sub undertones. - sexual awakenings. - dirty as fuck sex.

An aged old vendetta between Le Havre and Dela Huerta the two prominent families in Tierra Veloz ignite into bloodshed when the young rebel Alas Prian Le Havre fall in love instantly with the young innocent Elizabeth Lemonine Dela Huerta because of a sudden encounter that leads to first glance, first talk and first love. A modern Romeo and Juliet story that will prove the inevitability of fate. Testing how far these two youngsters willing to take a risk. But will these two youngsters resolve the feud between their families? Or will they also end up burnt to their own flame of desire? Let's witness the bittersweet love story that is full of secret glances, secret love letters, sneaking out, forbidden nights meet up, and lies while unfolding the real reason of the old family rivalry that takes over their lives. "Maybe we are both a naive moth, and the desires of love that we feel to each other is the fire that we cannot resist"

Lillian George is a twenty-three years old lady who decides to leave home after hearing her parents talk about marrying her off to a man twice her age. Out of rage, she leaves home to stay with her high school best friend, but it didn't go well between her and her best friend's roommate. The day Lillian decides to go job hunting, an offer was brought right to her door. Something risky, but she was willing to go for it. She needed the money already and will do anything for it. Carson Weston, the arrogant billionaire who lacks nothing, a complete player who doesn't give a shit about anyone. When Carson officially meets Lillian, he is attracted to her curvaceous body and will do anything to get in-between her legs. Little did he know that he was her target all along. The offer she was given has everything to do with him.

Fifty stories Fifty forbidden desires Zero limits Fifty Shades of Taboo is a hot MM erotic compilation that explores the fantasies people don’t talk about but secretly crave. These stories are about attractions that break rules, lines that shouldn’t be crossed, men who go after what they want, and those who give in anyway. In these pages, you’ll find the dirtiest sex confessions, forbidden relationships—age gap erotics, boss x employee, coach x player, professor x student. Group sex—threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs. Dangerous encounters—straight roommate experiment, bodyguard x target, married man x temptation, enemy x enemy, twink x jocks/hunks, secret hookups, and lots more. This is desire without apologies. This is lust in its rawest form. This is taboo. 🥵🔥 Read if you dare… and don’t expect to remain the same when you’re done. 😜💦 ⚠️🔞Not for readers under the age of 18.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.