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SEX DEMON, SEX ADDICT AND OTHER ADULT COMPILATION STORIES
Fantasy there are thirty-three stories in this compilation"
synonyms: collection, selection, anthology, treasury, compendium, album, corpus, miscellany, pot-pourri, miscellanea, garland, ana, collectanea, analects, florilegium A GUY NAMED AVAILABLE
Adventure
INTRODUCTION
There’s always that guy… the one who always understands. Yes, the one who just knows the right things to say and when to say them; the one who fits into last minute plans without complaining? The one who will listen to you speak your heart out when you are troubled. The one who will watch the sunset with you and won’t mind breaking the night with you when you can’t sleep. The guy who always picks his phone, the guy who is never too busy for you, the guy who will show up even when he knows you are calling only because you got disappointed. The one who is selfless with his money? The guy who won’t mind sacrificing his important activities just to accommodate you. The guy who laughs at all your silly jokes, the guy who doesn’t mind you being clumsy or grumpy. Always understanding. The one whose answer is usually “no problem...” the guy who is everything but the one. He is just not the one. As a matter of fact he is nothing like the one. You don't like him, you don't fancy him, he doesn't tickle anything in you.. He is just not the one!
Thandiwe is the name, the age isn’t the problem. I presume, unless you just haven’t identified him, there is always that guy. That guy in this case is Henry.. but he isn’t the one.. the one is Ndaweni.. the most handsome guy I have ever come cross. Accountant by profession, tall, perfectly built and absolutely amazing. So amazing he actually makes it obvious. Many are the times I feel like I’m pushing for this relationship to work. I know many of you will say I should leave but naaa.. you just don’t leave like that. Guys are hard to find these days you know. Guys that you actually like, very rare. But why do they grow big-headed? It always starts out so well up until they know you like them. Suddenly the relationship is a pain... you literally have to hold it together and you feel like a nag. Yes they come around once in a while but that’s just to boost their ego. The moment you seem to play the silent treatment they come back with their tails folded and as we are so loving, we tend to fall in love and lay down our hearts again before they trip once again. Anyone know what I’m talking about? Great let me tell you about my life then. MADE FOR EACH OTHER
Adventure Daniela's POV ~
7:02pm.
It was just two minutes past 7pm, and yet it was those two minutes that I knew would push him over the edge.
Just two.
I let out a nervous breath as I pushed open the front door to his overly luxurious apartment, stepping inside before I closed it quietly behind myself. I held my keys tight in my hand to stop them from jingling as I carefully dropped them into my purse.
I guess I don't know why I was trying to be quiet, he knew I was home, he always knew.
I made my way through the apartment and towards the stairs leading to the second floor. I went as quickly as I could up the stairs while trying my best to not let the excessive amount of chains and metal pieces on my Louis Vuitton purse jingle.
Having a couple of dangly key chains on a purse is all well and good when you're trying to make the purse look pretty, but as soon as you're trying to be quiet it's pretty much game over for you.
The second I stopped outside our bedroom door, I took a deep breath before I opened it, thankful that he was so rich that his doors didn't creak at all.
He probably used some fancy ass oil to grease the hinges.
Maybe you would expect someone like him to be relaxing downstairs in the living room with a beer, or maybe out with his brother or his friends since it was Friday night - possibly even with another girl.
But he wasn't like that, he saved all that shit for later.
Instead he was sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me as I opened the door. I didn't even have to look at him for long to know what was going through his head. The moment my brown eyes met his blue ones, I knew today wasn't going to be a good one for me.
Actually I knew that since this morning when I accidentally woke him up while I was getting ready for work. He was too tired then but I knew he would bring it up tonight.
The fact I was late home just made it even worse.
"Daniela."
My name left his mouth in a cold tone dripping with anger as he rose to his feet.
"Ayden."
I gripped the leather handles of my purse in my hand, watching his tall form as he closed the gap between us slightly.
"You're late."
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Adventure HIRED FOR IT
RATED 18+
Kyle was in his office sitting behind his desk looking up sites that sell kittens, he wanted to surprise his niece by getting her a pet for her birthday. Only what popped up was not with animals, but of women. Just then his friend Joe Hopkins walked in and went over to him, looking over his shoulder.
"Wow, what have we here?" he asked, looking at the women on the screen.
"I'm not sure. I was looking for kittens for sale and this came up."
Joe read what it said out loud. "Kittens for rent, by day, week or month. Willing to do whatever you want, for parties, personal use or just to have some fun. I don't think your sister will appreciate you giving your five-year-old niece one of these," he said laughing.
"So what is this site, is it a dating site or a prostitute one?" . The Gynecologist
Billionaires THE GYNECOLOGIST
WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN
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Prologue "Are you insinuating that I am FAT?" My icy blue eyes narrow at Curtis as he mumbles a ridiculous speculation. A soft chuckle escapes out of his mouth which I really find annoying, sometimes. He brushes his nails against his cheek to top it off—one of his habits that makes me want to shoot a poor little chicken in rage. Don't get me wrong... I love chickens and other feathery little bits. They're noisy creatures who just want to live in peace. It's just that, this guy over here can get on my nerves sometimes. I am pretty much self-actualized that I am nowhere chubby. "You've been missing your periods, Sweetheart. What else could it be?" he responds ignorantly. He is perpetually concentrating on his iPhone X's big screen for about ten minutes now as if I do not exist. I take a peek at it and my eyes widen when I notice that he is actually watching porn. Hardcore porn. I try my best to avoid allowing my eyes to dart over the screen. Having a glimpse of it makes me want to puke. He doesn't even give me the courtesy of at least tilting his mobile away from my line of vision. The perks of having a naughty best friend... "Can you just at least, pause that filthy video for a few seconds and listen to me?" "Oh, Lily. Relax, will you? Whatever happens, whether you're pregnant or not, always remember that behind those clouds..." he mumbles, still not looking at me. I anticipate on whatever words of wisdom he will throw at me, even though I know it will be pointless. ". You might like
After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Alibi Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born. Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister
Culprit The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house. The Reborn Duchess's Ruthless Revenge
REGINA SIMONDS I stood in the Royal Hall, clutching a glass of warm champagne while watching Senator Levine laugh. To the crowd, he was a pillar of the community; to me, he was the parasite who had already destroyed my life once.
In my past life, this gala was the night the monarchy began to bleed. Levine successfully planted his cameras, the Vance empire funded a coup, and the kingdom I loved was sold off to the highest bidder.
I lived through the consequences of my silence. I watched my sister, Seraphina, die in childbirth because the medical supplies were intercepted by traitors. I watched the man I loved, Duke Elliot, stripped of his titles and branded a criminal. I spent my final days in a damp, freezing cell, listening to the executioner sharpen his blade while the people cheered for our demise.
The injustice burned in my throat like lye. I died wondering how I could have been so naive, how I could have let these monsters walk among us while I played the part of a perfect, quiet wife.
Why did the gods let the wicked prosper while my family’s blood watered the palace gardens? What would I have given for just one chance to strike first?
Then, the world shifted. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the gala, the scent of sandalwood and rain surrounding me as Elliot rested a possessive hand on my back. I wasn't just a Duchess anymore; I was a ghost from a future that would never happen, and I was ready to erase every name on my list. Beyond Death: A Wife's Return
Afrodite LesFolies Chloe Miller and Blake Harrison were husband and wife, a title that masked three years of mutual hatred and separate beds.
Then, a gang abducted and brutally murdered Chloe.
But instead of peace, she woke to the Grim Reaper' s voice: "Ms. Miller, you have desires you have not resolved. You cannot be reborn yet."
She was granted ten days to return to life and fix her problems, or risk eternal damnation.
Chloe returned to find Blake celebrating her "death" with her adoptive sister, Amelia Miller, the woman Blake truly loved.
Blake, believing her to be a manipulative ghost, grabbed her throat.
"You have the nerve to come back!" he snarled.
He thought she faked her kidnapping, mocking her with twisted accusations alongside Amelia and her parents.
Chloe, overwhelmed, saw the prayer beads she' d gotten for Blake during his accident, a symbol of her wasted devotion.
Her past devotion felt like a torment now, a chain she needed to break.
She pulled the beads from his wrist, scattering them, severing their hold.
"I' m tired, Blake," she said, her voice clear and firm. "Let' s get a divorce."
His eyes widened in shock.
He refused.
He' d always refused.
But this time, Chloe wasn' t fighting for him.
She was fighting for herself.
She was finally ready to rewrite her own story, leaving behind the shattered pieces of her past. From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
Bella Youngman A sharp pain shot through my head, pulling me from a deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthouse, but I shouldn't have been there. I remembered dying.
The memory was cold and sharp: my protégé, Dustin, sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our company crumble, leading to my fatal heart attack.
Then, Graves appeared, his charming, empty smile unchanged. But he wasn't alone. A young woman, Alex Salazar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowhere to stay and would be living with us. My eyes fell to her neck, where a dark hickey was partially hidden.
The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painful nightmare. Last time, I had screamed and thrown things, starting my humiliation.
A strange calm washed over me. I had been given a second chance, not to win him back, but to escape.
"Of course," I said, my voice even, "The poor thing. We should take care of her." Graves looked surprised, then relieved. He thought he had won. "In fact," I continued, pulling out divorce papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. You just have one small thing to do for me." I wanted the Malibu property. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. You can have your new life. You can take care of this... orphan." His Healing, Her Vengeful Lie
Adelheid Rufo The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward.
I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light.
Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying.
My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man.
"More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back."
Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse.
"Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead."
"Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!"
The accusation was a sick joke.
I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me.
I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy.
As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight.
Then, bright, sterile light.
I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room.
My hands were whole, warm.
Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful.
This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter.
I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me.
That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder.
"Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your… gift. They say you can perform miracles."
She stepped forward, hands clasped.
"My daughter, Chloe… she' ll never walk again. But we believe… you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything."
But my gaze was cold.
I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes.
I had been a fool.
A naive, sacrificial lamb.
Not again. No More Sacrifices: A Rebirth
Felix Turner The screams of the "Proving" ceremony were the first thing I heard when I woke up.
My eyes shot open, and the scent of pine, sweat, and something metallic filled my lungs.
I was back in this godforsaken survivalist compound, mysteriously transported from my office job.
A hand grabbed my arm, and it was Gabrielle Chadwick, or Gabby, her terrified eyes pleading.
"Molly, help me! Please! They're going to hurt me!"
This was the ritual where young men would strike unmarried women with leather belts, and the one enduring the most blows was deemed "most desired."
In my past life, I shielded Gabby, taking every blow for her, believing I was protecting a friend.
My sacrifice made me the "most honored," granting me first choice of a partner, and I chose Caleb Scott, the compound leader' s son.
But my life with Caleb was a private hell of control and brutality, while Gabby, seething with resentment for what she thought was her rightful place, pretended to be my friend.
She eventually got her revenge, pushing me off a cliff during a foraging trip.
Now, reborn at the start of that same horrifying ceremony, Gabby was playing the same part, her hand clamping my arm, her voice a desperate plea for me to be her shield again.
I looked at her, at the calculated fear in her eyes, remembering the sharp, final impact of falling.
Not this time. Frozen Heart, New Start
Diversion The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone.
My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo.
She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans.
I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed.
The date on my phone was a full year before my demise.
A second chance.
My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California.
In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town.
But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me.
"I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block.
Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house.
Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty."
I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal.
Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future?
This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision.
I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet. The Disbarred Lawyer's Second Chance
Kattie Eaton The stale smell of burnt coffee and dread filled the air. I knew this night. The final, all-night document review for a billion-dollar merger.
Last time, my husband, Mark, the senior partner, abandoned his post for his intern mistress, Chloe, after she ruined critical documents. Their negligence cost us the deal and ruined Mr. Thompson, our biggest client.
They pinned it all on me. I was disbarred, sued into oblivion, and died poor and alone, while Mark and Chloe thrived, protected by her powerful family.
Now, I was back. Reborn on the worst night of my life, with only four hours to save everything.
But the past was insistent. Chloe, with her shrill apologies, again spilled coffee-this time directly onto the irreplaceable signature page. Mark, predictably, jumped to defend her, leaving the crucial filing to comfort his "distressed" mistress.
"Chloe needs me!" he hissed, as his phone blared with her manipulative threats: "If you don't come to me this second, I'm going to the clinic! I'll get rid of it!" He shoved me aside, spitting, "The firm has malpractice insurance for a reason." And just like last time, he was gone, leaving chaos in his wake.
How could a man jeopardize a billion-dollar deal, his reputation, and his client' s legacy for a flighty intern? How could such selfish, incompetent people rise to power while I was destroyed?
This time, I wouldn't just watch. I wouldn't break. With pain in my heart and hip, I walked to the head of the abandoned table. The game had changed. This time, I' d take the lead. And this time, I wouldn' t just survive-I' d make sure they burned for it. My Father Drowned Me, Then Left Me to the Pirates Again
Liu Jia My own father, David, drowned me in the cold Caribbean, tying the anchor chain to my ankles himself, his voice devoid of emotion as he declared it was "for Chloe," my adopted sister, blaming me for her demise.
But instead of death, I gasped awake, not underwater, but on our luxury yacht, the *Serenity*, hours before the terrifying pirate attack I'd already endured, realizing I was trapped reliving my darkest nightmare.
My frantic warnings dismissed, my father abandoned us *again*, taking all able-bodied security and crew for a dolphin chase with Chloe, only to explicitly tell my terrified mother on the phone that I was "shark bait *again*," a chilling confirmation that he remembered my original death and was willing to let it happen once more.
The injustice was soul-crushing: while my brother, Mike, bravely sacrificed his arm fighting the invading pirates, even our closest ally, Uncle Ben, initially sided with David and Chloe, believing their manipulative lies about my supposed "jealous drama."
However, the grotesque discovery of Mike's severed limb in the open ocean finally shattered Uncle Ben's blind faith, transforming him into an unlikely ally and igniting within me an unyielding resolve to uncover the shocking truth: my "sweet" adopted sister, Chloe, was the actual orchestrator of every horrific betrayal, and I would make sure she paid for every single one of our recurring nightmares. 
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