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Bully King Became My Husband

Bully King Became My Husband

Warning: 18+ ‘‘Felicia...’’ he whimpered as he entered me from behind. I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening. Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound. I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth. ‘‘It’s okay, baby…’’ he whispered into my ear. ‘‘Just moan for my name…’’ I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him. ‘‘Felicia…’’ his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say. ‘‘Don’t---’’ my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me. ***** Felicia is a sixteen years old high school student and was about to confess her love to her crush on the first day of the new term, however, she was stopped by Marcus, the bully king in her class and she accidentally fell down the stairs. When she woke up, she found her traveled into the world ten years later. To her surprise, the bully king in her school became her husband, but what made her shocked even more was that they had a three year old son!
BETWEEN FAME AND LOVE

BETWEEN FAME AND LOVE

In a world of music filled with fame and secrets, Nora, a girl with a mysterious past, is adopted by Mr. Harrison after a hit-and-run accident leaves her with no memory. While building a new life, she dreams of uncovering her identity. Her world changes when she joins StarLake High, where her favorite boy band, Phoenix Four, attends. Among them is Zane, the cold and enigmatic lead singer, burdened by guilt over his former bandmate Max's mysterious disappearance. Nora's kindness wins over Madison, Zane's playful five-year-old sister, leading her to move into the luxurious Phoenix Mansion as Madison's babysitter. Nora convinces Madison's mother, the influential Miss Carter, to support her dream of becoming a singer under Phoenix Records. While adapting to life at the mansion, Nora finds herself drawn to Zane, who struggles with his growing feelings for her, fearing it could bring disaster. Meanwhile, Max, driven by revenge, lurks nearby, threatening Zane's happiness. Complicating matters, Isabella, the ambitious lead singer of the Phoenix Girls, sees Nora as a threat. Determined to win Zane's affection, Isabella schemes to sabotage Nora at every turn. As tensions rise, Nora discovers someone is searching for a long-lost daughter, a secret that could change her life. Amid love, rivalry, and danger, Nora must piece together the truth about Zane, Max, Isabella, and her own past. Will she uncover her identity, fulfill her dreams, and help Zane confront his fears before Max returns to settle old scores?
ONE NIGHT WITH STRANGERS

ONE NIGHT WITH STRANGERS

He tied my two hands up to a pole. Even my two feet. He even covered my eyes with a white cloth. My breathing quickened because he did that. Sweat was dripping from my forehead to my shoulders. I'm Fucking Nervous! I moved a little when I felt his finger on my neck against my chest. I really feel that way because I only have a bra and Panty! My blouse and skirt were ripped. Intentionally! I bit my lips when his tongue touches my soft breast. And I knew my bra was no longer there because she was free to kiss my chest. He sucked my peak while his hand were busy playing my left breast. I know Im wet down there. I feel that! "Ahh .." I couldn't help but moan at what he was doing to my body. He controlled me. My Whole Me! "Like that?" he asked with a painful voice. Even boys can do that huh? He pulled my panty down. When I felt my panty in my feet, my heart beat so fast. My breathing quickened even more because I knew he was free to see my whole body without obstruction. I want to see him! I want to see his face! The more heat he made playing with my delicacy. His finger teased my core. It caresses the center of my delicacy. I moaned loudly even though I had been suppressing it ever since. "You're wet ... and I'm fucking turn on." I moaned especially as I felt a finger slowly insert into me. When I'm about to moan, he covers my lip. He kissed me violently but was also slowly replaced by a softer and more painful kiss. Gradually my body and mind became his slave and I was drowning in what he was doing to my body. My own body is betraying me. Eventually I let out a loud and long growl. I'm so overwhelmed by the sensation he's giving me, and it's too late to remember .. "A stranger got my First."
The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon

The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon

My father was rotting in a cell, and my secret son, Leo, was the only reason I kept breathing. Then, everything shattered when Augustine Hoover’s bodyguards dragged me to a remote estate and locked me in a room with a dying monster. The man in the dark was Augustine himself, bleeding from a wound and lost in a drug-induced delirium. He didn't see me as a person; he saw me as a debt to be collected. By dawn, the feverish attacker was gone, replaced by a cold, calculative billionaire in a wheelchair who told me I was now his property. I was trapped on a private island, forced to play nurse to keep my father protected in prison. While I suffered in silence, the world turned against me. My fiancé, Grant, went on national television to dump me, calling my family a disgrace. When Augustine finally brought me back to New York, it wasn't for freedom—it was to parade me at a gala where I saw Grant with his arm around my stepsister. She was wearing my dress, living my life, while I stood there with Augustine’s bite mark fresh on my neck. The humiliation was total. Augustine offered me a deal: sign a marriage contract with a mandatory "Heir Production Clause," or watch my father die and my son disappear. He promised to crush my enemies, but his touch felt like a shackle. I felt a cold rage settle over me. If I was going to be a prisoner, I would be the most dangerous one he had ever seen. I realized then that everyone I loved was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was being played. I signed the papers and officially became Mrs. Hoover, the most envied and hated woman in the city. But as we pulled up to his gothic mansion, a burner phone in my pocket buzzed with a message from my father’s oldest ally. The man I just married wasn't my protector. He was the one who framed my father and destroyed my life. I’ve entered the lion’s den, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped his heart out.