When Daddy Is Sleeping

On the eve of our wedding, Trevin Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, a mercenary who had vanished for five years, was struck by a deadly love spell during a mission. When her teammates dragged her back to him, she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Trevin, usually calm and composed, lost control. Ignoring my protests, he locked himself in with her for the entire night. I sat outside that door, sleepless until dawn. The next morning, when I demanded an explanation in hysteria, he shielded her with his body and snapped, his mask completely gone. "I couldn't just watch Wren die. One wild night before marriage, what's so wrong with that?" At that moment, I was disillusioned. My love for him vanished in an instant.

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

 Amidst office intrigue and politics, clamor for ambition, saving a failing company, mystery, and a mystical event, they found each other. Misty has fallen for her handsome boss, Jake, but he is caught between a mysterious past love and an arranged marriage. Torn in her unrequited love, she decides to pursue her ambition but to do so she must face Jake, and the wrath of the other woman. Her dilemma - he can’t let go of his past, and she can’t let go of him

Biru Alesha Zahra. Gadis berusia 29 tahun yang masih melajang karena belum ingin punya pasangan. Mungkin lebih tepatnya ia sebenarnya tidak ingin punya pasangan, makanya menuliskan kriteria pasangan yang sedikit terlalu berlebihan dalam motto hidupnya mencari pasangan. Kaya, mapan, dewasa, bertanggung jawab, tampan, dan yang pasti menyayanginya. Ia tidak ingin mencari laki-laki yang usianya sepantarannya dengannya, apalagi di bawah usianya. Bahkan meskipun laki-laki itu lajang dan usianya 40 tahun, selama memenuhi kriterianya di atas, Biru tak keberatan. Lalu, tiba-tiba semuanya berubah, termasuk dunianya karena Langit, seorang pemuda yang lebih muda lima tahun darinya datang ke hidupnya dan mengacak-acak prinsip hidupnya. Apakah Biru masih akan bertahan dengan prinsipnya mencari hot daddy, atau harus takluk dengan baby manis yang menerobos hatinya?

Jackie is a 38 year old divorcee who has two kids (13 year old Sam and 10 year old Dylan) and just happens to own and run 5’o Clock Ville, one of the hottest bars around, and is in desperate need of a bartender, amongst other things. Enter 26 year old heart throb, who just so happens to be a bad boy, Bobby, who is in need of a job. She hires him for his skills, but Bobby sure makes her see that everything didn’t die during her marriage. Can the bad boy be tamed? Can the divorcee learn to have fun again? What problems can arise from a little flirtation? He wasn’t looking for love and she wasn’t looking for marriage again; but just how deep were they willing to go to explore these new found feelings with each other?

I was Brandon Sandler’s most cherished canary—pampered, sheltered, and utterly his for five years. Then came the news of his engagement to another woman. Only then did I realize his affection had been a carefully crafted revenge. He trapped me by his side, flaunting his love for another while subjecting me to relentless humiliation. Eventually, I stopped caring. But the ruthless business tycoon, who once held himself above all, clutched me with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to come home. He said he regretted everything. My hand instinctively cradled my stomach as I glanced at the man behind him. “Darling,” I murmured, “this man is scaring our baby.”

In a world of werewolves, identical twin Alphas Damon and Mason Daerk rule the Southern Gate Pack with contrasting styles—Damon, stern and ruthless, and Mason, gentle and lenient but yet they don't seem to see eye to eye on pack matters. Their dynamics shift with the arrival of Emma, a beautiful and timid omega wolf who becomes the object of their desire. As they navigate their complicated relationships with Emma, they're threatened by Estella, a rogue wolf and Emma's aunt, who seeks revenge against the pack. As tensions escalate, the twins must put aside their differences to defeat Estella and protect Emma, ultimately discovering their own feelings for her. In the end, can Emma accepts both Damon and Mason as her mates? Will they ever find love and unity together?

Pinauwi sa pilipinas si Cassandra Monteverde ng kaniyang lolo dahil sa isang masamang balita, hindi siya nakapaghanda sa magiging buhay niya doon. Nag-iisa siyang apo nito kaya halos ikulong siya nito sa mansiyon, idagdag pa ang bodyguard niyang si Alejandro na grabe makabantay sa kaniya. Hindi niya alam ang gagawin lalo pa't istrikto din ito. Pero sa pagdaan ng panahon, hindi na niya namalayan na nagkakagusto na pala siya sa bodyguard niya, it's impossible! Pero paano nga ba niya pipigilan ang pagtingin niya kay Alejandro kung nasa iisang bahay lang sila?

WARNING🔞EROTIC CONTENT AHEAD. “Arghhhhh….Yes….” Rosealba gasped, lips parting into soft moans as Drystan moved his fingers gently against her fold. “I own you, Sunshine. Your heart your soul and every inch of your body. And I… I will protect you with everything I own. Anything could go unpunished, but certainly not whatever harmed his obsession. He would burn to world to aches if anyone came close. He was everything he didn't look like. Alactor Merikh Drystan. And she? She was Rosealba Molvain. Typical opposite of him. She was the light that burned through his darkness, illuminating his venomous heart with her purification. With her, there Is a weird feeling to protect, to shelter, and to gratify and that was the total opposite of his existence. From the moment his eyes crossed her direction, he had undoubtedly yearned for her, desiring every bit of her. Time, b*dy heart, and soul. ******* When Rosealba got out of the toxic relationship with her cheating boyfriend, Lowel. She was blessed to meet and date Mr perfect. (Drystan) He was everything she only experienced in books and fiction, but one can not judge a book by its nice intro. With a stalking ex and other factors, Rosealba's life came crushing as lies and deceit unfolded, threatening to sabotage her new relationship. Torn between love, hate, and external obstacles, Rosealba is not just haunted by the thoughts of Drystan, he is lurking at every corner. The desperation and desire to have her in his life again were greater than his quest for power, and if burning the world was everything it took to have her back in his arms then he would only stop at lengths that led to her. This Is mafia erotic content and it is not for viewers younger than 21.

In a world ravaged by global nuclear fallout, I struggled to survive alongside my fragile, sweet-faced best friend, dodging one radiation storm after another. The route to the Central Safety Zone was blocked—we had no choice but to use two detonators to blast open the tunnel. Otherwise, we would be caught in the storm, our bodies rotting away until we either dissolved into blood sludge or turned into zombies. … In my previous life, I had risked everything to secure those detonators, only for my best friend to hand them over to a complete stranger without hesitation. "They have elderly people and children on their side too," she said earnestly. "One detonator can save many lives. Iris, you can't be selfish." I was so furious my blood pressure nearly exploded, but with no other option, I went straight into a horde of zombies to steal backup detonators. I lost an arm in the process, drenched in blood and barely standing. Yet, she complained that I was covered in gore and had frightened the children. After finally regrouping with the main convoy, I rushed to deliver the formula for anti-radiation medicine to the research institute so that more people could be saved. But she accused me of stealing supplies and trying to flee, which led to my expulsion from the base, and death, my body rotting away under the radiation. When I opened my eyes again, there was still one hour left before the radiation storm hit. I looked down at the two detonators in my hand, then at my pitiful, tear-brimmed best friend—and I smiled. Since she loved being a good person so much, this time, I would let her be one to her heart's content.