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My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty. Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va**na, imagining his co*k thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax. I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits. But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat. I don’t want to just be his “good girl.” I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively. During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl. My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him. Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?
Eve, a cleaner, never asked to bear the burden of being a secret surrogate in VITA’s underground clinic. The father? Kaelen, VITA’s ruthless ruler. The trap? Laid by someone she trusted. When lies crumble, Eve refuses to be a pawn. She fights for her body, her child and her dignity. Kaelen — the man believed to have no heart — becomes the unyielding shield she and her baby cannot do without. A sci-fi thriller of betrayal, protection and revenge, where vengeance is only the start.
The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream. I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up." But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!" I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss. What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?
Titania, a slum girl sponsored by Larry Marx — the world's richest man — became convinced from a single tattered receipt that she was his illegitimate daughter and the secret heiress to his tech empire. After graduating, she and her friends stormed his corporation posing as his daughter and wreaked havoc: tampering with brain-computer interface equipment and severely injuring test subjects, altering autonomous driving parameters to trigger chain collisions, mass-firing core technical staff, destroying priceless collectibles, illegally launching a heavy-lift rocket that caused an explosion, and even forcing the President to his knees and brutalizing Marx's family — sparking a major public safety crisis and utterly destroying the corporation's reputation. As headquarters teetered on the brink of collapse, Larry Marx — still aboard his space station — learned of the catastrophe, immediately aborted all missions, and began his full-speed return to Earth, vowing to end the chaos for all.
I thought escaping to Vegas would help me forget my cheating ex. Instead, I had the hottest one-night stand of my life with a mysterious stranger in a hotel bar, then panicked and ran before sunrise. Two days later, I'm sitting across from my "arranged" blind date, and my stomach drops. It's him. Same intense eyes. Same devastating smile. Now my dad expects us to get serious. His dad's breathing down his neck too. So we make a crazy deal: fake an engagement to get our families off our backs, then figure out if this thing between us is real.
I am Scarlett King, heiress to a Texas oil empire and a woman who has died once before. In my past life, I thought my marriage to cowboy Colt was nothing more than mutual respect and distant politeness. It wasn't until I was sorting through his belongings after his death that I discovered the truth—those yellowed photographs, handwritten love poems, a decade's worth of secret devotion... "She is the brightest star in all of Texas, while I am merely a shadow lost in the dust..." Ten years! He had loved me in silence for ten whole years, never daring to speak his heart! Reborn to the moment we first met, I watch this young cowboy who can't even meet my eyes, and something wild ignites within my chest. "This time, I won't let you slip away." During riding lessons, I press against his muscled thigh, feeling his body's unmistakable response as I smile with satisfaction. "Your heart is racing so fast... is it because of me?" "Don't look at me like that," his voice trembles. "I might lose control." "Then lose control for me."
Emma was about to marry her fiancé Lucas, until a fateful act of saving a stranger dragged her into the orbit of Logan, a man wielding immense power. Logan grew obsessed with Emma, consumed by a warped, pathological love for her. On her wedding day, he crashed the ceremony in front of every guest, abducted her and locked her away, determined to possess her entirely. During her desperate fight for survival and escape, Emma had no choice but to return with Logan. After enduring betrayal, captivity and brushes with death, she slowly began to uncover the buried trauma and genuine affection hidden beneath Logan’s twisted love.
"Stop—Daniel, the f**k are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get f**ked!" In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm." Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's r**k-hard c**k in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my p**y. Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my c**t, like it was about to shove straight inside.
Mermaid Sera saves a drowning human, Zane, but after a one-night stand, she loses her silver hair, fishtail, and most importantly, her heart scale. Forced ashore to retrieve it, she lands a secretary job at Zane's company—only to find her best friend Lucy has already impersonated her as his rescuer. Sera navigates workplace traps, clashes with Lucy, and slowly falls for Zane. Her childhood friend Caspian reveals that he, not Lucy, was the one who saved her years ago. Driven mad, Lucy summons a tsunami. Zane drinks a potion to save Sera, merging the heart scale with his own heart. Sera regains her mermaid form and calls sea creatures to rescue everyone. Lucy is cast into the abyss by the Sea God. Because her heart scale once resided in a human, Sera gains the ability to live both on land and in sea, ultimately breaking the boundary between species and staying with Zane forever.
To investigate corruption at WG Group, Melanie Walton, the CEO’s wife, hides her identity and joins the company as an intern. But Regina Campbell, the butler’s daughter, seizes the chance to impersonate her. While Regina enjoys the power and attention that should belong to Melanie, Melanie is humiliated, bullied, and pushed to the edge as a nobody intern. But when the truth comes out, everyone who looked down on her will learn who the real boss is.
"I want to break off this engagement!" I stormed into his office, slamming the letter on his desk, my heart pounding with fury after being humiliated by his family's staff. Little did I know, the devastatingly handsome man staring back at me wasn't my fiancé at all—he was his uncle, Rex Sterling, who'd lied about being my betrothed to win me over. What started as a forced arrangement exploded into a whirlwind of passion: lavish gifts, stolen kisses, and a secret wedding that made me Mrs. Sterling. But when the truth shattered our fairy tale at a family gathering—complete with a punch-throwing nephew and scandalized elite—I had to confront the beautiful lie that built our love.
Orphaned and mistreated city girl Mia endures endless bullying from her cruel stepmother and stepsister. To save her dying mother, she makes a desperate sacrifice and agrees to a forced marriage with Jax, a fallen outcast despised by the entire city. This cold contractual marriage was meant to be her helpless compromise, yet it unexpectedly ignites an epic forbidden love between mortal and god. No one knows her worthless, impoverished husband is actually the supreme deity of war and protection, hiding his true identity to secretly investigate Zeus’s tyrannical conspiracy. Cold and indifferent to the world, this dormant god only softens for Mia. He silently shields her from all harm, humiliates her vicious tormentors, and resolves every crisis in her life. From a reluctant contractual cohabitation to sincere, devoted love, the two heal each other and fall deeply in love. Defying the fatal boundary between mortal and god, they stand against the brutal king of gods. Filled with sweet tension and thrilling revenge, this is an ultimate fantasy romance about a mighty god who bends his supreme power and eternal heart for one ordinary girl alone.
I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.
Eighteen-year-old Luna’s family hits rock bottom after her father is diagnosed with cancer. She lands a spot as a substitute on Coastal University’s swim team, yet she’s trapped in relentless poverty and brutal campus bullying. Her ex-boyfriend preys on her fragility to blackmail her, while a rich female classmate constantly shames her with her wealth. Everyone around her walks all over her without a second thought. Everything shifts when she stumbles upon a secret: Ethan, the swim team’s cold, stoic head coach, transforms into a rock vocalist at a bar every night. Music is his only outlet to release his true self, long suffocated by his family’s rigid expectations. Two souls hiding behind masks grow intertwined over this hidden truth. At first, Luna threatens to expose his secret to manipulate him, but she soon grows helplessly reliant on him. Meanwhile, shielding her awakens a brand-new urge in Ethan—the desire to break free from the chains binding him. As relentless outside cruelty corners them both, Ethan chooses to stand against his family’s pre-planned future for her. Terrified of ruining his life, Luna flees from him time and again. She thinks she’s doomed to wallow in the mire forever. He swears he’ll pull her out and let her blossom under the sunlight. This forbidden bond ends up setting Ethan free. After a lifetime living to meet others’ standards, he finally discovers what genuine freedom truly means.
"You son of a bitch!" I screamed, my hand cracking across his smug face. The man I'd fallen for, the one who'd made me betray my husband, was no vineyard worker named Léo—he was Lucien Dubois, my husband's twisted brother, and it was all a sick game to destroy us. In this whirlwind of deception and desire, I was left at the altar by a charming playboy, only to marry his steady, kind-hearted stepbrother Étienne in a desperate bid to save my family from ruin. But when a mysterious stranger sweeps into my lonely life on the sprawling vineyard estate, offering passion and escape, I cross lines I never imagined. What starts as forbidden heat unravels into a web of lies, hidden identities, and a shocking pregnancy that forces me to choose between the man who truly loves me and the burden of my mistakes. This tale of deception, redemption, and heart-wrenching romance will leave you questioning where loyalty ends and love begins.
"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's splitting me from behind!" Chloe screamed, braced against the coffee table, ass arched high as Victor's massive shaft speared her sopping pussy. Her walls clenched greedily, piss and squirt still dripping from her last orgasm, staining his soaked suit pants. The bulge in her belly reformed with every brutal thrust—*slap, slap*—balls smacking her clit. "Greedy whore, pissing all over Daddy's Armani? This tight cunt's milking me like it owns my load," Victor snarled, yanking her hair to arch her back sharper. His fingers dug into her hips, pounding deeper, veins scraping her raw folds. "Beg for it, baby girl. Tell Daddy you're his piss-soaked fucktoy." Chloe bucked back wildly, tits dragging the glass, drool pooling beneath. "Yes! Chloe's Daddy's nasty piss-slut! Fuck my wrecked pussy harder—breed your daughter! Ahh, it's too deep—gonna cum again!" Her voice cracked, thighs quaking as fresh squirt erupted, soaking his thighs. He spun her mid-thrust, slamming her against the wall—legs hooked over his arms, impaled fully. "Look at you—ruined and begging. Say it: you're knocked up for Daddy someday." His hips jackhammered, tip battering her cervix. "Pregnant... for you, Daddy! Fill me!" Chloe wailed, nails raking his neck, pussy convulsing in endless spasms. But as ropes of cum flooded her womb, she realized—the addiction had crossed into breeding territory, no turning back. His seed leaked down her thighs, promising consequences.
My dad passed away, leaving me a massive inheritance and this huge, empty mansion. Every morning, I'd wake up feeling totally empty inside. My body craved touch, my heart even emptier. Gazing in the mirror at my tempting curves, but who was there to hold me? To ignite that spark? Then he showed up. Dominic, my personal trainer. Built like a god, with ripped muscles and eyes that burned right through me. During our first session, his hands gripped my waist, his breath hot against my ear. "Relax, babe," he said, "let me help you let go." I shivered. Afterward, in the locker room, we kissed—hard. His lips were fierce, hands exploring every inch. "You want me this bad?" he whispered. We got tangled up everywhere—on the couch, the floor, by the pool. He drove me to ecstasy again and again, making me feel truly alive. Finally, I felt like I could breathe. But his ex, Sienna, kept showing up. The way she eyed me, with that sly, mysterious smile... Was this just the beginning?
Her own sister forced Lily into a substitute marriage. The groom? A rumored "monster" — disfigured and disabled. On their wedding night, the man laid down two iron rules in the darkness: never turn on the lights, never touch him. Lily curled up in the corner. But when his old wounds flared up in agony, she quietly slipped her only painkiller under his pillow. At the family gala, her sister publicly humiliated her — splashing champagne, planting false evidence. The moment Lily was slapped and dragged away, the wheelchair crushed through the shattered porcelain. The man tore off his mask, revealing a flawlessly handsome face. Then, slowly, he stood up. "You touched my woman — and you still think you're walking out alive?" From that night on, the girl the world had abandoned became the only one this tyrant would ever hold dear.
