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One Night Stand With A Stranger

One Night Stand With A Stranger

I closed my eyes when I felt the man in front of me touch my chest. We are currently in a room that is not familiar to me. I want to open my eyes but I can't because it seems like it's too heavy with the amount of alcohol I drank earlier at Alexa's party. One of my classmates but I can't really call my friend. I felt his effort to remove the remaining cover from my chest and when he successfully removed it, he kissed me again down my neck until his lips landed on my chest which made me moan softly. "Moan my name, baby." he said but I can't say because I don't know him. He leaned me where he was and he took off the rest of his cover and brought my body close to him and then he touched and licked everything that his lips could pass, I bit my lower lip while he bit my chest and the one groped my bottom. "You're so wet, baby." I heard him say this and I moaned even more when he inserted his middle finger into my womanhood. He thrusted fast his middle finger on me and I feel so crazy right now because I don't know how to do, to say or to react to what is happening to me tonight. "S-Stop..." I said softly but he didn't listen. He carries my legs and puts it on to his shoulder and I slowly feel something in my femininity that it wants to enter. He put inside his things. shit. ugh! I wanted to scream but he immediately silenced me with a violent kiss. It entered the entirety of my womanhood and then took it out so fast that the pain I felt earlier was immediately replaced by a strange tickle that felt like I was going to pee because of the great taste. "You're mine, only mine." he said and moved me to the bed and that's when he started riding me faster and faster. He's so good. I want more but he stopped when he released his own lust inside of me, gosh just now I wanted him to stop doing what I was doing and wanted to do it again with a man I don't even know if I know.
The Regent's Betrayal

The Regent's Betrayal

The scent of incense hung heavy in the ancestral hall, a grim prelude to the confession Eleanor Hayes was about to hear. Her husband, Arthur, the Duke Regent she had adored for years, was taking Clara Miller-her adopted "sister"-as a concubine. In his "kindness," her late father had brought the healer Clara into their home, and this was her repayment: shattering Eleanor's three-year marriage. The betrayal escalated when Arthur not only sided with Clara but, upon learning of Clara's pregnancy, shockingly demoted Eleanor to a mere concubine. The ultimate indignity struck when he falsely accused her of poisoning Clara and then, with chilling indifference, demanded she sacrifice her own flesh and blood to create an antidote. His past tenderness curdled into icy cruelty, stripping away her dignity with every word, every biased decision. How could the man who had raised her, the "Uncle" she had loved since childhood, inflict such pain? The very person who swore to protect her was now demanding her mutilation, leaving her reeling from a betrayal so profound it felt like a physical wound. What dark secret lay behind this monstrous transformation? With her heart shattered, Eleanor made her choice. Drawing on the strength of her Vance legacy, she accepted the divorce, abandoned her broken marriage, and volunteered to lead her family' s army north against the barbarian invasion-a desperate bid for purpose beyond her personal ruin.
Losting my feelings

Losting my feelings

The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run. The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon. They continue to rush down the road. Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing. In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live. I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card. They gamble here inside the house with gossips like him, I put the umbrella behind the door. I haven't even gotten far from my mother calling my name. "Natasha!" I looked at my mother who was in the living room, I heard the heavy rain while waiting for what she had to say. "Yes?" "Come here!" I sighed and approached the mother, when I was at her side she easily extended her palm. "Give me money!" "Yes?" ”Are you deaf now, Natasha? Aren't you now getting paid at the bakery!” "Yes mother, but I will sell this medicine to father.." "I'll buy it, mine!" I didn't want to hand the money to my mother, she was dealt a card and I knew that my hard work could only be lost in two weeks. "Don't worry, I'll buy it from outside.." he gave me a bad look, at this time I knew there was nothing I could do. ”Are you bossing me around this house, Natasha!” "N-not like that, mother.." "Then give him your money!" I felt bad when I snatched more than three thousand from my old bag. I cried when I handed it to mom as I felt hunger in my stomach. "Is this all?" "O-opo.." my voice screamed. "Oh, he is! There are vegetables in the kitchen, cook them and feed them to your father first!" My body is heavy when I turn my back on my mother, in this house I am the first born. It's not just the firstborn, the cook, the laundress and the cleanliness of the surroundings. At the age of seventeen, the word social did not resonate with me. I scratch not for myself, but also for my family that I don't know if they consider me family. "Sister!" the youngest girl came up to me, smiling. ”Did you buy me slippers?” I nodded at this, smiling slightly. ”Yes, it is on the side of the door. Just take it..” "Yes!" he happily ran out, I headed to the table where the wrapped mixed vegetables were. After a while, my youngest brother screamed again, he entered the kitchen. "Sister, this is not what I want!" twelve year old chloe grumbled. I was only able to buy a simple slipper because I only fit it in my closet earlier, I couldn't buy the expensive sandals he wanted for his studies. "Next time sister will buy what you want, hm?" "I do not want!" he threw a pair of slippers on the floor. "That's yours, your promise is useless!" he turned and stared at me, my throat was closing as he slowly looked at the slippers that had been bought. If they are they can afford to waste money on such things, but I am. I almost looked for and chased the money just to give and make them happy. But I didn't hear even the slightest thanks. I let out a heavy breath, picked up the slipper and set it aside. Before I could start, mother entered the kitchen. "What a shame you are acting, Natasha!" from the tone of his voice I knew he lost the gamble, I prayed that he didn't regret the money I gave him earlier. "You only gave me three thousand, isn't your salary around four thousand!" "I'm budgeting because that's the money I have left over.." "Ah then, you have a budget while we are here without money?!" "I have already given you the salary, father's medicine is only one thousand.." "How about a thousand, I'll buy a month's worth of his medicine. How can I pay for the electricity if you don't give it enough!” ”I broke it last week, didn't I? The electricity has been paid..” He slammed the table in front of me. ”I bought a lot with that money, I haven't paid yet!” I closed my eyes because of the problems he throws at me, I'm not the first born, I should take everything. He won't even help me with the expenses, he'd rather lose it in gambling. "Your money is mine!" "Mother.." ”You will not give it!” tightly holding my arm, his long nails digging into it as he glared at me. "They feed you there at work, don't they!" "P-per in--" "Said mine!" He forced me to grope, but because I moved away I didn't accidentally push the mother. "Ouch!" he sat down on the floor, grimacing as he held his hips. He looked up at me, his gaze evil. ”Are you fighting me now?!” he stood up. "N-no mom, I-I didn't mean it.." "You're useless!" he pulled my hair, I almost cried as he dragged me out of the house. That's when the father came out, struggling to move the wheel of his wheelchair while calling the mother's name. "Helda!" I heard my father's voice from outside, but my mother was angry with me and pushed me down outside our shack. "Get out of here, don't come back until you have money!" Tears flowed from my eyes, before I could stand up, mother marched into the
The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

Misty Brooke is a frustrated developmental editor but still has clear goals in mind: finish the manuscripts assigned to her every time and be a well-acclaimed author by publishing her book someday. Head in front of papers and computer where various romances and other genres in written words spark, eyeglasses on, a pencil or pen in her hands, she knows clearly she doesn't have sufficient time to do other things that would hinder her working life-especially the thought of falling in love. That is, until... Someone so unexpected entered the scene. Evan Park. He is a Korean singer-songwriter, composer, and producer, an idol who is one of the most popular soloists in the South Korean music industry. Foxed-like eyes focused on monitors, fingers swiftly moving on keyboards, big headphones on ears, and recording his soulful voice through a microphone; performing on stages, that's how his days and nights usually go. When Misty met funny, mischievous, handsome Evan for the first time in the most undesirable situation she could ever imagine, she didn't recognize him at first. Eventually, she was shocked to learn that Evan was an idol. In Misty's mind, he was exactly the kind of distraction she would normally avoid. As a series of fortunate and unfortunate events happened between them, Misty felt growingly trapped by a petrifying realization-she just might be falling for a star, a popular star. Can music and written words put both of their hearts at ease with an ever-growing spark of affection, despite having two different backgrounds and restrictions around them? Are they willing to risk so much for love?
The Werewolf I Love

The Werewolf I Love

A girl who sees too much. A boy who hides what he is. A secret that could burn both their worlds down. In the heart of the city, eighteen-year-old Ivy is a ghost. Reserved and misunderstood, she finds her only escape in her sketchbook. Hoping to pull her out of her shell, her parents move her to a remote cabin in the North Woods-a place where the silence is heavy and the shadows seem to move. Deep in those woods, Ivy witnesses the impossible: a boy named Silas shattering and reforming into a massive, charcoal wolf. Silas is a prince of a hidden world, bound by ancient laws to keep his kind a secret from "the hairless ones." But he is a rebel, drawn to the human world, and when he saves Ivy from a lethal bear attack, the thin veil between their lives vanishes. As Ivy's parents unknowingly welcome the predator into their home to heal, a forbidden bond forms-one that defies the laws of the pack and the logic of the human world. But the woods have ears. Silas's father, the ruthless Alpha, smells the human scent on his son's skin, and the pack is closing in to "clear" the threat. To protect the girl he loves, Silas must challenge the Alpha in a brutal duel for the right to be free. But even if he wins, a new shadow is rising. Men with scanners and tactical gear are moving into the forest, and they aren't looking for a story-they're looking for a specimen. The hunt has begun. And this time, there is nowhere left to hide.