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Romance "Calista!" Nix called out to me.
"What? Is there a problem?" I felt the tension in his eyes.
"You're not going to jail anymore, Caliee. The accident proved everything!" He shouted, embracing me and kissing my forehead.
I couldn't help but slowly start to cry.
"It's okay, Caliee, I told you that you're innocent."
"T-thank you, Nix."
I checked all my social media accounts and found both negative and positive comments at the same time.
This is the reality that I can't avoid haters in the online world.
Many are on my side, many are on Caleb's, as if we're fighting our own beliefs.
I sat down on the couch, feeling incredibly happy and anxious at the same time. I know Caleb won't give up on me.
"Calista!" I heard someone call my name outside the hotel door.
"Come out!" they shouted, banging on the door.
When I opened it, the heavily intoxicated Caleb greeted me, "C-Caleb?" I asked.
Many were holding him back, but he was struggling, "L-let go, bro."
He looked at me as if scrutinizing my entire being. "Fine! Let out your anger on me, what else do you want? Everything's been proven... It was all an accident!"
As the guards left, he entered my room, slowly approaching me until I leaned against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred, as if he could kill me at any moment.
"W-what do you--"
I couldn't speak anymore as he punched the wall next to me.
“Why, Calista? Why did you take away the woman I love?" He shouted at me while continuing to cry.
"W-what do you want!" I shouted back, pushing him away.
He threw my belongings, hitting my foot, causing me to stumble. "D-damn it, what!"
I held my injured foot, looking straight at him, observing his angry face.
I took a deep breath and spoke again, "What do you want to make you quiet? My body? Money? Wealth! That's all I have! If you want me to bring back your fiancée..."
"I'm not God! Do you understand? If I could bring her back, I would've done it already, I regret it every day, every hour."
I want this to end, I'm so tired. I can't take it anymore. I straightened my head bravely. I uttered the words I knew I would regret.
"If I have sex with you, will you forgive me?" I bravely asked, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks.
He stared at my entire body, unable to even look into my eyes. "I will never forgive you," he replied weakly and hoarsely.
"Why? It wasn't intentional, it was all an accident! It's not my fault that your fiancée died, I lost my brakes, how many times do I have to tell you that I-I'm not at fault!"
"It's your fault! because damn you, why? Calista? why did you kill my fiancée!"
A loud shout stunned me. It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's an accident, I didn't mean to kill anyone, I didn't have brakes that day!
"Why don't you just give up? Why do you still fight for your beliefs, even though both of us know that it's really you! f*ck you! Calista."
I took a deep breath and looked at his face.
"W-will you have sex with me! After that, my debt to you will be paid, can we do that, prosecutor Villanueva?" I bravely asked again.
He stared at me, unresponsive. "Stop," he shouted loudly.
"Why? Don't you want to? So I can pay you back! You'll disgrace me! Take away my dignity! Because it's my fault! Because I'm a b*tch! Because this is what you want, to feel every day that something is being taken from me! That I'm being robbed! But you don't want money, you want me to regret it every day, so here it is."
He approached me and kissed me, my tears flowing as he kissed me, while he undressed me, I was sobbing softly, he continued kissing me, from my ears down to my neck, he observed my entire body.
He slowly laid me down, slowly removing my clothes, as he did, I closed my eyes. He continued to explore my body, from my thighs to even the deepest parts of my femininity.
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"Caleb Wyven Villanueva" is a prosecutor who is willing to do everything for his loved one, recognizing nothing, but what is in accordance with the law. But what if one day this man wakes up that the woman he loves is already de@d?
Will he fight for her? Or will he just let go? Yesterday's Loved
Romance "I can't stay still, walking back and forth. If only someone was with me now, I know their eyes would hurt watching me. I've been waiting for him since earlier, but he took so long to come.
Feeling tired, I sat on the couch, but I stood up immediately as the front door opened, and he walked in. He's finally home.
"Where have you been?" I asked my husband as he arrived late. Yes, I've been waiting for him.
It's already 2:03 in the morning, and he just decided to come home now. Nothing new in his actions. I even get home earlier than him – from work, while he comes from his school.
No emotion showed on his face, and he just continued walking without responding to me.
"Lazel Hyrroz," I sternly uttered his name. I followed him into his room.
He unbuttoned his uniform after casually dropping his backpack on the bed.
"I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he said coldly, avoiding eye contact.
"That's why I'm asking why you're only coming home now and where you've been at this hour," I questioned him firmly.
He took off his white polo, leaving only his undershirt.
"You know? You have a lot of roles in my life," he sarcastically remarked, facing me. His face remained emotionless, and the way he looked at me seemed indifferent. "You're not just a mother, sister, or brother. Now, your role is a strict father who waited for his son who didn't come home last night but decided to show up now," he added, grinning.
"You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you're no longer under your parents' care, remember that there's still someone who cares about you," I stated.
"You? Do you care about me? I'm just your husband on paper, and I never asked you to worry about me. I told you from the beginning not to interfere, and I'll do the same to you," he said sternly. That's just how he is – hard-hearted and indifferent to me or my feelings.
"Lazel Hyrroz..."
"If you have nothing else to say, leave, Lola," he insultingly called me Lola this time. I sighed, acknowledging his disrespectful behavior. I turned away as he removed his white undershirt. "You've seen my body. So, why are you still avoiding me? I know you liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was drunk," he insinuated, and those words felt like a slap.
My chest tightened violently. "Before you sleep, take a bath or wash your body. If you haven't eaten, just heat the food that I cooked earlier," I said, hearing his mocking laugh and the creaking of the bed as a sign that he sat down.
"Yes, Manang," he said mockingly, using another insult this time. I closed his room door gently, pausing for a moment before leaning against it. Tears threatened to spill, weighing heavily on my chest. Is this the reason he came home so late? Because in over a year, something happened between us only once? We were both drunk, and I can't remember anything about that night.
I questioned myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz?
***
When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly prepared on the sofa bed, and my black shoes are polished.
In the kitchen, there's food ready, with a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read the neat handwriting. Despite that, I still dislike it.
"Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz."
-Calysta
After reading it, I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash bin. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cold water bottle, and finished its contents.
I glanced at the prepared breakfast on the table, but as usual, I left it untouched. I entered the university with an empty stomach, but it's okay; Hanemira usually shares her food with me. That's where I usually have my breakfast.
"You didn't have breakfast again, huh?" I just smiled at her question and slowly smiled. Simultaneously, she held my hand, handing me a spoon. She also had my lunch box. "I still cooked it." Her cooking wasn't the best, but I appreciated it because she's the girl I like.
***
When I got home, I expected to find her in the living room, busy with her laptop, drinking coffee.
"You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," she greeted me. I raised the corner of my lips. I've memorized those words since she always says them to me.
"Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked, hearing her sigh again.
Honestly, I don't feel anything for her. I don't like her, and I will never love a woman ten years older than me.
We only got married because she's wealthier than my family, and our company needed her. That's the only reason I endure living in this cramped house. That's what I feel.
I ignored her and went upstairs, but before that, I stopped to ask her about this. "For you, what is love?"
She furrowed her brows, confused by my question. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked back.
"I just want to know your opinion. What does love mean to you?" I asked, genuinely interested in her perspective on love.
"Love ruins a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at her statement. How does it r Instrumental love
Romance I was holding my heart when I felt the pain again. My breathing increased because I thought I was going to run out of air in my chest.
"Engineer Mergus, Ms. is feeling really bad. Ann," I heard my secretary say from outside my room. Is he here again?
"Where is she? I want to talk to her.”
I slowly got up and leaned on the headboard of my bed. I closed my eyes tightly because my stomach hurt more. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead, I was still sweating even though it was cold inside.
"Engineer Mergus..." The door opened loudly and I just waited for him to enter.
"May Ann..." he uttered my name emphatically and I looked up at him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him coldly.
Instead of answering me, he asked me, "How much do you hate your brother?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your sister is in the hospital and she needs a donor. You know your sister is sick and she was rushed to the hospital but you still stay here as if nothing happened? You are so angry with your sister and you didn't even go to see her?!” he shouted at me. I only felt worse because of the way he showed my anger.
"Engineer Mergus..." I signaled Ruthy to go out first. He hesitated because he knew my situation. He did nothing but follow me.
"Go to the hospital right now and save your sister, May Ann!" he shouted at me again. My jaw dropped. He is forcing me to go to the hospital just to save the girl he loves? And my brother?
Even though I am hurt by what he showed me today, I will not follow him and I will not go to the hospital just to be a donor for my younger brother.
"I don't want to," I said emphatically and his jaw tightened. He stepped closer to me and I bravely met his cold eyes.
"What do you want? Do I still have to kneel in front of you just, so you can come with me to the hospital now and save Arveliah?” he asked.
I wanted to smile at what he said. Is he really ready to kneel to me so that I agree to what he wants?
“I am only human, Engineer Mergus. I'm not God so I can save my brother," I said without emotion.
"It's just you... Your brother's only hope is you. Only you can save him. Your blood is compatible so you can also be his bone marrow donor... Help him... Put aside your jealousy and anger towards him... I'm the one begging you..." he pleaded and he did what he wanted to happen.
Without a doubt he knelt down in front of me so I felt a pain in my chest. They are right, you will do anything even if your pride is stepped on. You don't care as long as the issue is the safety of the person you love.
But even if I love him... Even if I love Mergus, I will not follow him. I will not give him what he wants.
"No. I'm not mad at my sister and that's not the reason,” I said weakly and held my womb.
"May Ann..."
"I can be his donor because once... I donated blood to him once when we were young but... But I can't help him right now. I'm sorry..." I said and avoided looking at him.
"That's how you are... what a selfish person... You're a liar, that your anger is not the reason why you don't want to save Arveliah. You want her gone... You want her to never...get better... It's because of me, isn't it?” he asked me mockingly and I looked back at him.
"No. No one wants to lose their only sister, Engineer. But now...I can't help her. You will not be blessed by me," I promised and he stood up from his kneeling position.
"Save Arveliah... That's what I'm asking you... I'll do... I'll do everything you want... If it's my heart in exchange, I'll give it..."
"I thought too... I thought I got that from you. But I was wrong. If it's not really for me, if it's not meant for me, just don't. We'll still suffer in the end and be hurt more... We can't force something that's not for me, that wasn't given to the two of us...”
I thought I had won his heart because I could feel his gradual fall. It started with him taking care of me and appreciating me but... I only experienced that temporarily.
"Of all the people in this world... You... you are the only one I know who is so selfish and doesn't care about people, even if they are close to you. You..." It's okay to be selfish, because of the two most important people to me, I'll choose the one who I know won't leave me in the end. That I know...he can love me as much as I love him.
I will not sacrifice him just because the man I love and my brother want. I will stand up for my selfishness.
"I'll ask you, Engineer... If two people... both are important to you... You would choose one of them, similar to our situation... Who would you choose? The first person you loved, appreciated and gave color to your dark world or the second person that you yourself are the reason why he came to this world and gave him life?" I asked him meaningfully which stopped him. He couldn't speak immediately and just crossed his eyebrows.
I thought he wasn't going to answer anymore but...what he answered hurt my heart so much.
"The person I first met and appreciated is still heavier, abandoned wife
Romance "When will I be back, Jov? Govan and I are already at the airport. Why... Why did you change your mind? Do you want to leave me here?" I asked my husband from the other line.
I looked at our son whom I am carrying now. This is the day I've been waiting for. The day we'll return to the Philippines, and I've tried convincing Joavani several times to bring us back.
I was so happy when he told me that. That we can finally go home with our child. But he called because he wanted... Only Govan, only Govan to go back, not me.
"Just follow what I said, Gotchelle... Govan will come home first. Don't worry, I'll still set a schedule for when you'll come back," he said, and I let out a sigh.
"I've waited for this day for months, Jov..." I said, and tears welled up immediately. My chest tightened, and it felt hard to breathe.
"Please... When I choose a day to bring you home, I'll be the one to pick you up, Gotchelle..."
"Why are you doing this to me, Joavani? I thought... I thought everything was over for you? After you... had our child undergo a DNA test and found out that you... you're really his Dad and not someone else--"
"We're only talking now, Gotchelle. So don't let us fight because of that. Yes, all that is no longer with me. I understand, and I know the truth. Just please, follow me," he pleaded. I sighed again and caressed my son's face.
"Don't you wonder, Joavani? Why I only sent you the DNA test results of our child? Why until now you still don't know what Govan looks like?" I asked with a smile, and tears started to fall. My chest tightened, and I felt the pain.
"Gotchelle..."
"He's just like you, exactly like you, Joavani. No doubt... he's your son. That's why I didn't send you his photos because I want... I want you to meet him as your son without any doubts... Jov... Okay, I'll follow what you said. Just... just take good care of our child while... while I'm not here, okay? I love him so much, Jov. I love our child so much," I said and kissed Govan's head wholeheartedly before handing him over to his babysitter.
"Gotchelle?"
"When they arrive, call me immediately, Joavani. Go on..." I said and ended the call.
"Ma'am, are you sure you won't come with us?" my son's babysitter asked with concern. I shook my head.
"I hurt my husband so much before, and I didn't appreciate him just because... I wanted someone else. But he's not hard to love, so I'll follow what he wants. His orders for me. Just please, take care of my child, okay?" I said, and she nodded.
Govan extended his hand as if he didn't want me to go, and when I held it, he gripped it tightly.
"Mam-ma..."
"See you when I see you, my son. Mommy loves you, always," I said with teary eyes as they started walking away, and it felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest.
My tears fell like rain due to the continuous dripping. I waved to him even though he tried to look away and was already crying.
This is what Joavani wants, what my husband wants, so I'll follow. I still hope that someday I'll leave this country, but it didn't happen.
Because when he called me and said he would pick me up, I refused.
How will I go back home? How will I face him when... I'm useless? Because when I was about to go home from the airport, I didn't expect that an accident was waiting for me, causing me to become disabled.
I can't walk anymore, so if I go home to my family, I'll just be a burden to them. So, I chose to stay here... for several years. Yes, it lasted that long.
I often tell Joavani that I'll come home next month, but it just passes without me fulfilling it. Because I deliberately avoid continuing...
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The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
. MY INDIAN WIFE
Author Anika Never in her wildest dreams did Mishka imagine that her life would be turned upside down as soon as she stepped into London. "Marry my grandson!" Grandpa Leo's demand threw her off guard.
Marriage was not part of her plans, yet she accepted the proposal to marry the most eligible bachelor in London, leaving her dreams behind.
Christian had everything planned out in advance. He intended to propose to his girlfriend right after securing the position of CEO at the Knight Group, but a woman derailed all his plans.
"If you want to become the CEO of Knight Group, you must marry the girl I have chosen for you!" Grandpa Leo's firm decision put Christian's future at risk, but he quickly devised a plan.
"Sign these papers!" Christian demanded in a deep, authoritative tone, extending the file towards Mishka.
"What is this?" She narrowed her eyes, taking the file.
"Read and I'll explain everything," Christian answered. His cold eyes stared at her, and as soon as Mishka opened the file, her face lost all colour reading the bold letters. "CONTRACT MARRIAGE"
Will she give into Christian's demand, or will her masterstroke change the dynamics of the trap he set for her?
What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds crash?
Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception and mysteries?
Let's find out in the story!
COPYRIGHT ©️ 2020 AUTHOR ANIKA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Daddy's Naughty Girl [Forbidden Fruit Sensual Collection]
Demi-Dean Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica.
This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you.
Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin.
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“I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”
As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body.
“FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.”
All I can do after that is make her lose her mind.
That’s the only way to define it.
I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot.
“Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.”
I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster. Divorced Barren Mother Gives Birth To Six Babies
Author Feathers Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary.
When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan.
Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city.
She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club.
Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.