Wuthering Heights Plot

Lorraine is an innate lesbian. She has no séxual attraction for the male gender, it has been that way since she was old enough to know what séxuality means and where she fell into. But, just because she cannot feel that level of attraction for the male gender does not mean she hates them. And that's where Dane comes in. Lorraine likes her guardian angel. Her best friend. Her legal guardian. Her Billionaire. Her...everything. His name is Dane. Dane who has been with her, since her parents died at the age of twelve. Dane, who's so protective of her and never likes to see her hurt. She can't live without him. Their friendship is rock solid. But, what Lorraine does not know is that Dane harbors feelings for her. One that goes beyond friendship. Beyond ward-and-guardian feelings. The love he has for her so strong, with an even stronger sexual attraction. Dane has no idea when he started having these feelings but he knows that it's hopeless to have them for her. Lorraine is a Lesbian. Not Bi. Not transitioned. A full-fledged honest-to-God right-from-birth Lesbian. He stands no chance. Or does he? What kind of journey awaits these two people who loves themselves so much but in a complete different way? And what happens when a jealous ex-girlfriends rears her ugly head with danger practically trailing behind her?

After setting a date with my online boyfriend to meet in person on New Year's Eve, I prepare a dress that will drive him mad. I also prepare a gift for him. To my surprise, he brings his twin brother with him. That's not all—he's only reserved one hotel room. I laugh when I see the identical faces before me.

It was all professional till she discovered that her all-official ruthless CEO boss who sought perfection in everything was a *Stripper!* Billionaire playboy Andre Quinn plays the hearts of women like the king of chess... But in the business world, he makes a pawn of his employees and fires them at the slightest offence. He is unapologetic about his ruthlessness and wears his sex appeal like a duplicate skin. But there will be a pause in his life when his meticulous assistant, Clara discovers his secret which conceals the even darker sides of his life. She has stripped him bare, but will they both lay their vulnerabilities and secrets on one another's feet, starting another arrangement although it might burn them raw?

Daddy brought me to Aunt Jenny’s party. As I was eating a piece of cake, I tasted a cherry between the layers and hurriedly spat it out. Once, I broke out in rashes after eating a cherry and nearly died, so I was deeply traumatized by that flavor even as a young child. However, Aunt Jenny looked heartbroken. “I hid a cherry in the cake as a little surprise, just like it’s good luck to get a bay leaf in a pie. How could you be so rude, Kenny?” Daddy did not even let me explain. He chased me out in the yard and made me stand there as punishment. Mommy said it had been more than a hundred degrees out lately, so she told me to stay home and not go out to play. Now I knew just how hot 104 degrees could be! My body was all itchy, too. I was finding it hard to breathe. I wanted to ask Daddy to forgive me, but he refused to open the door no matter how hard I knocked. He glanced at me coldly through the floor-to-ceiling window. He was not going to let me back in.

Selene Shadowfang finds herself caught in a whirlwind of despair following the painful loss of her Mate. Convinced that loneliness is her inevitable fate, she plunges into a life marked by darkness and rebellion. However, the Moon Goddess, whose plans are mysterious, begins to chart a new path for her. When an enigmatic wolf enters her life, Selene is faced with the possibility of a new beginning that she refuses to accept. Will she be able to open her heart again to the connection and love that destiny has in store for her, or will she cling to the idea of solitude as her inescapable fate? Nothing is written, and the Moon Goddess has already made a decision. What will Selene's fate be in this intriguing game of destiny and love?

At three months pregnant, I was diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy. My husband, a doctor, was overwhelmed with worry, pulling every string he could to arrange surgery and remove the baby. "As long as you're okay, it doesn’t matter if we don’t have our own child. We can always adopt. I can't lose you, Evelyn!" Heartbroken, I blamed myself for being useless, for failing to carry our child, and for disappointing my husband. But then, I accidentally saw his chat messages with another woman on the phone. "Don’t worry, I already told her she had an ectopic pregnancy." "I’ll have her sign the adoption papers soon, then find a way to bring you into our home." "Asher is my only son. I will make sure he inherits everything I have!" That was when I realized that the husband I loved so deeply had long since built another family behind my back.

My brother Mitchell sided with his dream girl when she accused me of bullying her. Despite being the only family member I had left, he exploded in anger and sent me away to a boarding school for so-called reformation to learn how to become a meek and obedient little sister. In time, I became exactly what he wanted—a docile sibling who never fought back, never argued. But everything changed the day he saw my medical report. He lost his mind. "Nora, I'm begging you—forgive me and let me be your brother again!"

My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony. She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin. I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.” However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure. Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her. Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!” Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.

Book II of 'His' series. Aiden King is next in line to rule the werewolf kingdom. He was born and raised with discipline which he values a lot. Okay kinda values. What happens when he is mated to a rebellious, raven haired vixen. With a smart,foul mouth and carefree attitude, Mackenzie is not loved by many in her pack. With the posture of a stick and the attitude of a mule, how will he possibly cope with Mackenzie Lathen. (Can be read as a stand-alone but I suggest reading the first one so you know who's who.)

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?