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Chained Soldier Hot

My Brother’s Hot Best friend

"I asked you a question Lia and you know I hate repeating myself," Jason’s lips began trailing down, leaving hot and open mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. "Why did you kiss him?" "I don't know....” I averted his gaze. “It just happened," "It just happened?" He repeated, his deep velvet voice sending a tingling sensation through my body as he moved my chin so I could face him. "So this just happened?" He whispered into my ear, grazing his fingers over my cheek. My chest heaved. "Get away from me," "Actions speak louder than words sweetheart, you're supposed to push me," he gently bit my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my face. "You have a fiancée," "And she won't be here until 4pm. We've got exactly one hour to get this over with," he pulled away, staring at me with our faces less than an inch apart. Was I going to make this mistake again? What am I going to tell Ryan? If he finds out about the first time I can honestly tell him that I had no idea Jason was his best friend but what about the second time? Dahlia Thompson's life takes a different turn after she returns from a two week trip to see her parents and walks in on her boyfriend, cheating on her with highschool best friend. Angered and devastated, she decides to go back home but changes her mind and chooses to party hard with a stranger. She gets herself drunk and ends up surrendering her body to this stranger Jason Smith who turns out to be her soon to be boss and her brother's best friend.
LunaPixie08 · 447 Views

Chain of Seraph

"You ran," His voice was low, deliberate, disturbingly calm. A statement, not a question. "You look at me as if I am the villain of your story," he mused. Her chest rose and fell, her legs ready to flee again, but her body betrayed her. Something unseen held her still—not magic, not fear. Something far worse. Him! Meribella forced herself to meet his gaze. "Aren’t you?" His lips curved, but there was no amusement in it—only certainty. "Did you truly think," he murmured, stepping closer, "that distance would make any difference?" His fingers lifted—a single, featherlight touch trailed from her wrist to her arm. She shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand brushed her throat. Not a grip. Not yet. But the touch alone sent ice through her veins. His fingers ghosted lower, resting lightly over her collarbone. His hand was warm. His presence was not. "Tell me, does that terrify you?" She should have lied. Should have begged, pleaded—anything but the truth. "No." The word left her lips before she could stop it. His thumb brushed against her pulse, feeling the rapid, traitorous beat beneath her skin. "Liar," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver of electricity coursing through her, making her ears flush with heat. The shadows behind him stretched, moving as though they had a will of their own. His golden-flecked eyes darkened, and the ember-like glow within them grew stronger. "You wear defiance well," His other hand lifted, his fingers barely ghosting over the curve of her jaw. Meribella swallowed, but the lump in her throat refused to budge. "But tell me, Meribella...what will remain of it once I take everything?" Her lips trembled. "You won’t." A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, "I already have." She hated him. She did. But her body, the very blood in her veins told a different story. Raze pulled back just enough to look at her thoroughly. His gaze trailed over her lips, the defiance and hesitation warring in her eyes. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?" he murmured, watching her every reaction, every breath. Her lips parted, but no words came. Because the real question—the one she was too afraid to ask herself— Was she afraid of him? Or was she afraid...of what she would become in his hands? It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and ambition drives dominance. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were destined to fall in love. They were meant to deceive each other. They were fated to erase each other’s existence!
sunela · 5K Views

"The Chains of The Heart"

In a world where power dynamics between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas dictate status and relationships, Rion an orphaned Omega, is desperate to save his younger brother Leon, who lies in a coma. Struggling to gather the funds for Leon's life-saving surgery, Rion strikes a deal with Jeakyung, a cold and dominant Alpha from an influential family. The deal comes with three unbreakable conditions: Rion belongs to Jeakyung, he must obey his every command, and-above all-he is forbidden from falling in love. Jeakyung harbors a deep disdain for Omegas for some reason. However, as their physical encounters intensify, so do the unspoken emotions between them. Despite the boundaries that were set, both Rion and Jeakyung find themselves drawn to one another in ways neither expected. Rion struggles with his growing feelings, hoping that Jeakyung might one day see him as someone beyond their deal . Meanwhile, Jeakyung is confronted by his own fears and past traumas that have shaped his view of love and trust. As tensions rise, secrets unravel, and outside threats loom, Rion and Jeakyung must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and forbidden emotion. Can love bloom in a world that has conditioned them to believe it doesn't exist? Or will the rules they created become the very thing that tears them apart? There also many other characters in this story who navigate their own journey. This is a story of vulnerability, crime, resilience, and the undeniable pull of the heart-no matter how broken or guarded it may be.
Anastasia2025 · 1.3K Views

A Hot Romance: Ariana's story

Ariana had been struggling with her smut novel lately. Her readers had found out her weakness- that she was a virgin with no experience in dating. To overcome her struggle and gain inspiration, she decided to rent a 'little white face' to 'experiment' and study a man's anatomy and physiological reactions. But there was a mistake halfway. She ended up meeting an 'impotent' man who had similar struggles as her, instead of a sultry little white face. **** Cale's body was numbed. He could not lift a finger, but he felt hot all over. The body part that could not rise even in front of a seductive woman was standing little by little. The woman who 'drugged' him approached him with a whip in her hand. She wore a very conservative outfit and looked like she was attending a funeral. Her small face was covered with a veiled black hat. "As I requested, we will perform a BDSM play. It will hurt a bit. I am still inexperienced, but I will provide enough compensation after this task." Cale: "....?" What request? He had never received a request! Ariana could see the horror in Cale's eyes. She tilted her head in wonder. Mr. Flowerboy had previously claimed in the chat he liked BDSM play. Had he entered his role immediately? Amazing. As expected of a pro. Ariana tried to make her expression seem like a dominant master to match Mr. Flowerboy's professionalism. She had to show him that she was serious about it too. "Let's start, Mr. Flowerboy." Cale: !!! Who was the flowerboy?! I am not him! ..... A few weeks later. Instead of reporting the woman who 'drugged' him to the police, Cale shamefully looked for her again for a second session. Ariana: "Why do you want to be tied up and spanked again? Could it be... you are really a masochist?" Cale: ".....I have no choice either." How could he explain that his 'thing' would only work when this woman touched him?
Avalondra · 10.5K Views
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