Young Adult Classic Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi, daughter of a tycoon named Narendra Prasadh. After graduating from college in Boston, her father sent her to Dharavi, the largest slum area in the world for tough life training in expecting that Zoya could become a caring, compassionate, and strong-willed leader. But she is falling in love with a poor who sell food named Praveen in Dharavi. Praveen Jayachandran, a poor young man. From the village he dreamed of becoming a famous Bollywood star, but fate brought him to Dharavi to become a street vendor selling Idli. Will Zoya be able to complete her father's challenge with the harsh life in Dharavi? Or she even get into trouble for falling in love with a man from a lower caste? Can their love survived in the midst of her fake identity?

It's hard when you fall in love with your teacher. It's even harder when he falls in love with you. Brenda Greer is your topical senior in high school. Popular, smart and all-around good girl. But when Mr. Dalton Canes takes the job as the new young and hot History teacher. She can't help but notice him and he can't help noticing her. She does her best to hide her feeling as he takes over her whole world; At first, he is everything she has ever wanted. Until someone finds out and she has to end things with him. The only problem is he is not willing to let go. Something changes about Mr. Dalton Cane.

"Please, I'm begging you… Give it to me… I feel so itchy down there… It's so itchy that I'm dying… Sir, please…" In the dimly-lit stairwell, I can only stare at the flushed cheeks of the beautiful woman who lives next door. That's when I feel my heart beating loudly. I approach her, hoping to lend her a helping hand. But I'm feeling a little hesitant at the same time. The next thing I know, she spreads her legs right in front of me all of a sudden. As I stare at her wet entrance, I can no longer hold myself back…

Recently, whenever I get physically intimate with my wife, Alara Golding, I can never get it up no matter how hard I try. Alara recommends me to get a massage at a men's wellness center in order to regain my ability to do so. Unexpectedly, when I visit the wellness center, I find out that my cousin-in-law, Hannah Rivers, is actually working as a masseuse there. What I don't expect even more is that the way she massages me is seemingly going down the erotic route…

Just like a mist, Michael's love life fluctuates without certainty. He has a beautiful wife, and his life is filled with wealth. Unfortunately, he is haunted by the memory of his ex-wife, who is dead because of his stupid mistake. She is a beautiful young lady with amnesia, having everything Michael loved in his ex-wife. She has a fiance, but he wants her at all costs. Will they unite even though Michael's life has changed? Will he receive love after finding the one woman who awoke his dead feelings once more? Wait, what if she's his supposed dead wife?

"Kiara Hart, did you secretly hide some fresh milk? Hand it over now!" My boyfriend's younger brother, Matthew Chambers, pinned me against the wall and ran his hands over me, searching everywhere. He had no idea that the sweet scent was not milk, but...

"Suzanna, tell me the truth. Am I built better than Luis?" I had gotten up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and accidentally caught a glimpse of my husband's coworker, Hank, with his girlfriend. They were tangled up together, without a care in the world about who might see them. I should have walked away. However, my legs did not seem to work anymore. Hank saw me. The next day, he blocked my path outside the bathroom. "Suzanna," he said, his voice low and amused, "you didn't believe me. Maybe I should prove it." Before I could react, he was already pulling down his pants.

Crystal Blues, a young woman from a low-class family, endured the tragic loss of her parents when she was just twelve years old. Left with the weighty responsibility of caring for her younger sisters, she faced a challenging path ahead. Fortune smiled upon her when her path crossed with an archangel in the name of Mervin Brooklyn who offered his assistance, thus lightening the burden she bore. As fate would have it, Crystal eventually obtained evidence pointing to her parents' murderers, only to discover that they were part of a formidable and powerful family. Life took an even more complicated turn when she found herself entangled in a complex love triangle. Her affections were torn between Mervin, her guardian archangel, and the daughter of the family responsible for her parents' demise. Fuelled by a burning desire to bring the responsible family to justice, Crystal made the bold decision to reveal the damning evidence she held against them. However, the tables quickly turned, and Crystal's loved ones were thrust into jeopardy, becoming bargaining chips in exchange for the proof of the family's wrongdoing. Now, she stands at a harrowing crossroads, forced to make a life-altering choice that could either rescue her from impending tragedy or condemn her to a painful repetition of history.

"Bianca, be a good girl and spread those legs of yours. Tonight, you belong to us." During the holidays, my husband, Ernest Bowman, has lost a card game against his three childhood friends, so he decides to pay off the debt by offering me to the men. The village men have never seen a city woman as dainty and delicate as me. That's why they get turned on right away. I struggle against them violently, but I can't stop them from spreading my legs forcibly. Thanks to the strong sensations overwhelming me, I can't help but get aroused by their actions, causing my panties to get soaked. "Settle down! Slutty women like you are meant to pleasure us!" After that, someone tears my soaked panties into shreds.

My Valenese neighbor dressed like a temptress—curves in all the right places, a delicate body topped with a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her name was Ayame. When she came by that evening to ask my husband to fix her computer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifting from the other room. "Wanna try my new tongue stud? Consider it your payment for the repair." Then came my husband's moans of pure, shameless delight. I couldn't help but feel jealous. It had been so long since he'd sounded that happy with me. As I listened, my hand slid slowly beneath the waistband of my pants. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. I'd heard that Ayame's husband had a full ring of piercings down below. I'd been craving a taste for ages. If Ayame could seduce my husband, then I'd take my own turn sampling those piercings.