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Age is just a number

Age is just a number

MATURE CONTENT!! FOR 18+ ONLY " What the fuck did you call that reason again?" he asked coldly, making me wonder where his gentleness had gone! " I... I'm five years older than you, Kelvin, and being in a relationship with you..." " Bullshit!" he snapped and suddenly grabbed my neck roughly. My eyes widened. " What are you doing, Kelvin! I'm your teacher..." " You didn't think about that when you let me kiss and finger your pussy huh? You even screamed my name like your lord" then he chuckled. "Look, you can't even free yourself from my grip." Then he effortlessly pulled me closer and leaned toward my ear. " I will make you beg for my love, Lisa. You will learn the hard way that the age gap you valued between us is just a number. You will have nowhere to go but my side, unless you travel off this planet, Lisa. I've already claimed you, leaving you with no choice... now get out," he said calmly, yet very dangerous. I quickly grabbed my bag and escaped from the room! How did I even get myself into this situation? I suddenly felt Kelvin was more dangerous than Timothy, my ex-husband!! Not only am I older than Kelvin! I'm also his homeroom teacher, for goodness sake!! His parents intentionally avoided young teachers and trusted me with their son because I'm older! Now look who is dating him!! ..... Ever since Lisa resigned from being his teacher, her life has turned upside down!
Built Like Karma: A Plus Size Girl's Guide to Comeuppance

Built Like Karma: A Plus Size Girl's Guide to Comeuppance

"Bro, it's not a big deal. I'm just fucking her." My heart stopped. Kendall's voice replied, "But man, what would people think if you made her your girl? That'd be crazy work." "I'm not stupid," Jalen said flatly. "I'd never make her mine. It's only sex, nothing more. And honestly? It's not that good anymore. I was gonna let her down easy before break." ...... Aria, a plus-size beauty, thought her scholarship and condo arrangements were a dream until she met her roommate, Talia. Rich, spoiled, and instantly cruel, Talia made Aria's life miserable. Talia's new boyfriend, Jalen, was the campus golden boy. When Aria and Jalen were paired for a project, they clicked in ways neither expected from late night talks to shared secrets and undeniable sexual chemistry. On Halloween night, during an all campus party, Aria sees Talia cheating on Jalen. One emotional night led to an affair that changed everything... until Jalen says some really damaging words to his roommate that were unforgivable and also heard by a once happy but now upset Aria. Disappointed, fed up, and heartbroken, Aria leaves campus and never looks back. TEN YEARS LATER Aria returns for the ten year reunion, confident, stunning, and a self-made CEO. Jalen is still gorgeous... but stuck in a miserable marriage with Talia. She ignores him. Talia tries to humiliate her. Aria wins the room. As she leaves, Jalen kisses her. She lets herself feel it, then slaps him and walks away. THE BUSINESS MERGER Jalen's cruise line needs Aria's brand to revamp their image. She agrees, reluctantly. Now they're forced to work side by side, trapped between old wounds and new sparks. Some love stories never die. But some can burn you twice.
From Bounty to Beauty: Nyx's Rise

From Bounty to Beauty: Nyx's Rise

As a beautiful woman who hated real-life objectification, I found freedom in "Legends of Aethelgard," the top VRMMO. I played Nyx, a Shadow-Priestess with -100% beauty, seeking genuine connection. For three years, I was happily partnered with Kael, a Paladin who was secretly Ethan Thorne, my real-life tech CEO boss I loved in-game. Our peace shattered when Kael grew distant, then appeared with Twitch streamer Seraphina, both wearing the rare gear we'd planned. She brazenly claimed "Stardust_Angel," my old online identity, a viral photo Ethan had obsessed over. The gear, meant for 'us,' was for 'her,' his new muse. This betrayal turned my sanctuary into a battlefield. He swiftly replaced Nyx as co-leader and publicly dismissed our bond as "just a game," showering Seraphina with affection as forums mocked my "ugly" avatar. I discovered Ethan, my boss, was dedicating his new game to this imposter, forcing me to work masked. The ultimate humiliation: Kael placed a million-gold bounty on Nyx, sparking relentless in-game persecution. How could three years of loyalty dissolve into nothing? How could he believe her blatant lies over our shared history? This public torment, simply for seeking anonymity, felt impossibly cruel and suffocating. Pushed to the brink by constant abuse and Skyler's career-destroying public doxxing, I broke. Confronting Ethan, I ripped off my mask. "Because I' m Nyx," I declared, my stunning real face revealed, "the 'ugly' one. The 'scammer.' The one you put a bounty on." The truth was out, and my fight for total redemption began.
A Second Chance at Forever

A Second Chance at Forever

The rain outside mirrored the chill in my grand, empty house, a constant reminder of how Liam, my guardian and the man I loved, had grown distant. On the eve of my birthday, he returned home, dismissing my wishes and harshly criticizing my art, his words a familiar sting. Just as his cold judgment left me reeling, a call came from the hospital: late-stage pancreatic cancer. In that hollow silence, a flicker of hope arrived in the form of an experimental cryogenic program-a chance, however small, for a future cure. But my desperate private choice was cruelly exposed when the brochures for my "coffin-like sleeping pod" scattered across the living room floor, revealing my grim secret to Liam and his stunning fiancée, Chloe Vance, who sneered at my "morbid projects." Liam, already distant, erupted in fury, convinced I was staging a dramatic plea for attention. Chloe, the insidious socialite who had usurped my place, spun a web of lies to solidify the deception. She faked my medical records, planting doubt in Liam's mind and confirming his belief that I was a manipulative liar inventing a terminal illness for sympathy. His anger and disgust were a final, crushing blow. He banished me from my longtime room, his disdain a heavy cloak. How could he not see the truth? How could the man who had once been my protector, my entire world, now believe I was a vile, twisted monster? The injustice burned, transforming my grief into a quiet, icy resolve. With nothing left to fight for, and the world stripped bare of hope, I confirmed my place in the Neptune Project: deep-sea cryogenic preservation, set for December 12th-my birthday, and his wedding day. I would disappear, quietly and permanently, leaving him to his new life, unaware of the profound lie that had shattered mine.
The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun

The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun

I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said. My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background. He told me not to worry, that my mother’s injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia’s unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate. His only reply: “Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?” Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother’s heart had stopped. She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice. I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother’s empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore’s world: Don Matteo Costello. “I’m coming home,” I told him. My vendetta wouldn’t be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed.
Hate War

Hate War

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you. You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes on my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it making me gasped. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much of importance. Im here for your mom my face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single sec" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry there ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall in the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still sends a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.