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Emma, And The LOVERBOYS WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM
Romance For once, I had the opportunity to be happy about going to the Alpha High School.
It’s a school for only the rich. Like, very rich and I only got lucky because Mr. Douglas is one of the rich in MIAMI, IF NOT THE RICHEST.
I connected my headphones with a lot of excitement. Yeah, that’s me; I’m actually a music freak. I love singing with passion.
I played one of my favorite songs as I closed my eyes, enjoying the song.
It was “kiss me again” by The Loverboys. Okay. Who are the LOVERBOYS?
The Love Boys is the most popular band in the United States, originally made up of five young, Crazily Handsome, and Sparingly Wealthy Boys.
Leo, Aaron, Jack, Lucas, and Oliver.
But, uncannily, things changed about them and it all started four years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened to them, but we’re all sure something big must have transpired between them, especially Leo and Aaron.
Leo uncannily left the band and since he left, Aaron also changed. Aaron was a happy flirty guy, but since Leo left, that happy personality of his died off, and he became a sad quiet introvert.
Emma, What Happened To The LOVERBOY'S.??? Kill Me Or Get Me PREGNANT
Romance WARNING: EROTICA ONLY.
This story contains a lot of mature content. It's all erotica and if you ain't interested in reading erotica don't bother opening any of the chapters.
Emma Wilkinson is a 17-year-old girl who likes to party and get into trouble. Problem being, she doesn't care about school enough to go so she is homeschooled with a private tutor. His name is Professor Green.
Finding him down right annoying and obnoxious at first, Emma soon finds herself wanting more than an anatomy lesson on paper.
"I just met you, Mr. Green."
"It's Green, not Mr. Green. Call me Green."
"Whatever. I just met you like yesterday and I've sucked your d*"k and you ate me out and you're married." I said and he sighed.
"Yes, I do f"k I know it's wrong. You're seventeen and I'm thirty." He said and looked at me meaningfully.
Oh god, he's hot for a thirty-year-old. I need to focus.
"Then leave it at that." I sparked and my face soar.
I can't deny I didn't enjoy it because I did. But there was so much more I wanted him to show me. As I wanted him to choke me, spank me, tie me up, use handcuffs, a f****g whip for all I care. Because I wanted him to dominate me and f**k me... hard. But reality hits me. l just met him, he's thirty, and he's married.
That's how it all started and Emma was flabbergasted by the crevice. TALES OF THE HEART AND THE HEARTLESS TEAR'S
Romance Amira Ben didn't meet her mother. She was abandoned and abused by her father who blamed her for the death of his wife, Mia Ben.
Amira's mother had died while giving birth to her. Since then, she'd no nothing but hatred and abuse from her narcissist stepmother who persecute, abused, and victimized her without any wrongdoing.
Tears become her daily food because there's not a day Sara won't make her feel pain and the memories of her mother's death giving birth to her. To this day, the memories bring her to tears and have terrified her of having her own child.
However, she took the opportunity not to fall into the wrong hand as she met Oscar who took care of her wellbeing.
Oscar was handsome from the dept of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice.
Tall sculpted face, broad shoulders.
He was the kind of handsome that could easily get into anyone's bones, making them defenseless.
'HOW DO I MANAGE TO GET TO KNOW THIS GUY ON MY 18th BIRTHDAY, THAT IS IRRESISTIBLE TO SOMEONE OF MY KIND.'
She thought to herself as she was engaged publicly in a shopping Mall. But the two-year marriage left her nothing but despair. As she was forced to sign the divorce papers.
However, she was so lucky as she travel around Europe and she met a man and got engaged for the second time, but Amira walked out of her engagement party. She was terrified of having another public engagement, which meant exchanging the delights of a bride for the embarrassment of a deserter.
Olivia, Amira's neighborhood had similar issues with her, as Olivia never attended her public proposal because she doesn't like being put on the spot or being made to feel obligated to say yes. And she made it clear to her fiance that she would hate a public proposal. As the very idea gives her hives and makes her queasy with anxiety, and she skipped her public engagement. You might like
His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
Rabbit The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. ""Mr. Kensington,"" the nurse's voice cracked, ""your wife... she's critical."" A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. ""Liam is in the shower,"" Seraphina's voice purred. ""Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low."" Then, Liam's bored voice: ""If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."" Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Rabbit Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his ""eligible bachelor"" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a ""trailer park girl"" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his ""grief.""
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive ""free"" could be. After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
Rabbit The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. 
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