Novel & Cerita White Collar Fanfiction

He grins and pulls me closer, tucking me against his chest, still shirtless, still warm, still smelling like rain-soaked leather because he actually wore a leather jacket in the rain for ambiance. “The collar is real though,” he says, tapping the O-ring gently. “Had it custom made. The engraving and everything.” I look down at it. Property of Sir. My stomach flips in the best way. “You’re insane,” I tell him. “I’m dating a woman who texted me a five-page G****e Doc titled ‘Intruder Fantasy: Detailed Scene Outline with Appendix’ and told me to memorize it by Friday.” He raises an eyebrow. “You had footnotes, babe. With references.”

The story was so sensitive it had already become a corporate crime for anyone in their organization to publish the details, which only made Margo's scoop more precious. ​"What is it?" Whitney asked impatiently, annoyed she had to wear a coffee stained shirt for the rest of the day. "Oh you are going to like this, Ethan Blackwood found himself a new missus! Nobody knows who she is, but I heard she's working right at his firm. How wild is that?" Margo finished, practically bouncing with the secret.

It was a twisted copy of me, accused of lying, stealing, cheating. The headline churned my stomach. "The Woman Who Swindled a Billionaire: Exclusive Proof of Audrey Willows' White-Collar Offenses!” “No–” "It's a smear campaign. The files are fake, but they're designed to appear real. Isabella and Kendall are masters of this." I held the pages between my palms, my breathing too fast. "People will hear it. They always do when everything is terrible." Lucas crept closer, his fingers tracing over my face.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

she giggled. "Yeah, we probably should," I chuckled. We left the changing room and walked hand-in-hand back to the counter. The woman behind the counter looked at us strangely and I was sure she had heard us fucking. We paid for the lingerie set and left the shop without saying a word. "You know what would have been fun?" Veronica said as we continued through the mall. "What?" I asked. "If the girl at the counter had joined us. She was hot," Veronica giggled. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law had just swallowed a mouthful of my cum, and now she was fantasizing about threesomes with me and a stranger. How far could this go?

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

The Billionaire's Collateral Husband Chapter 17 COUNTLESS of times when Paul was thinking about the contract. He is uncomfortable when reminiscing about the white paper and the blank signature portion. He cannot concentrate on this lengthy document, which he is typing for an email to Mrs Bridget's office. Paul is constantly bothered when Connor puts the collateral husband contract on his table. It's only a photocopy, but the glass layer seems to make him think a hundred times before agreeing. "FUCK!" Paul smashed the mechanical keyboard. He is trapped by the tricks of his lunatic boss. However, he recalls the moment when he is stroking his member.

She chose a beautiful antique vase and so many other gifts just as he said. They were walking towards the exit after payment when a tan man in his late 40s came towards them and started pleading. First she thought he was a beggar but by the time he got up he looked like an elite. She looked at Easton who was expressionless. “Mr. Fanaggaen, please don’t cancel the contract, we will be doom” he pleaded. “You daughter did something she should not have, she almost killed my fiancée” he said with stone expressions.

Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant siren reminded Lila that the world outside still existed. Lila Moreau stood in front of the large mahogany desk, her heart beating faster than she cared to admit. At twenty-six, she was one of the youngest senior analysts at Vanguard Capital. With her sleek black pencil skirt hugging her wide hips and toned thighs, a crisp white blouse that strained slightly over her full C-cup breasts, and her long chestnut hair pinned up in a professional yet seductive twist, she looked every bit the ambitious professional. But tonight, ambition had taken on a much more dangerous flavor.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.