Bra Bidadari

En ouvrant les yeux, elle devient la fille aînée du Grand Général du Royaume de Liuyin. Elle est la fille moderne qui a été transposée dans un monde qui ne respecte que les forts. Martyrisée par ses cousins... Fiançailles rompues... Tout cela ne lui importe peu. Sa devise s'inspire de l'un de ses animes favoris, Hyouka : "Si je n'ai pas besoin de le faire, je ne le ferai pas. Si je dois le faire, je ferai vite." "Tu es déjà dans les bras de ce Seigneur. Oses-tu t'enfuir ?" Un Seigneur la menace. "Tu penses que j'ai peur de toi ? Continue de rêver." Elle lui répond. Elle veut juste une vie paisible, mais le pourra-t-elle ? Note de l'auteur : - L'image de couverture de ce roman est créditée à son créateur. Je l'ai juste retouchée -Veuillez également consulter mon autre roman : Reborn: Space Intelligent Woman

Avery Carter a essayé de vivre la vie d'une fille parfaite et soumise. Cependant, un jour, quelqu'un est apparu prétendant être sa vraie fille, déclarant qu'Avery était fausse. Sans hésitation, Avery a abandonné sa position de "vraie" fille et est retournée vers ses parents biologiques. Beaucoup s'attendaient à ce qu'elle tombe en disgrâce après avoir quitté sa riche famille adoptive, mais elle a surpris tout le monde en sortant sa famille biologique de la pauvreté. Elle a transformé la vie de sa mère et de son père, les rendant milliardaires du jour au lendemain. Avec cent milliards de dollars à son nom, elle est devenue une maîtresse de la technologie et une femme talentueuse, s'élevant directement au sommet de sa vie. Mais tout a changé lorsqu'elle a rencontré Alexander Moran, un homme riche et beau. C'était un personnage influent absolu—décisif, froid et insensible. Pourtant, pour une raison quelconque, il ne pouvait s'empêcher de s'empêtrer avec elle, toujours prêt à lui donner tout son amour. Lors de leur première rencontre, il a dit : "Je me donnerai en caution." La deuxième fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, elle a demandé : "Pourquoi devrais-je te faire confiance ?" Après de multiples rencontres, son ton a changé. "Tu n'aurais pas dû franchir cette limite, Avery, si tu ne voulais pas que ce soit comme ça." un bras robuste enveloppait son corps vacillant. Sa tête devint embrumée et un soupir chaud et intentionnel s'échappa de ses lèvres. 'Comment diable me suis-je retrouvée dans cette situation ?' pensa Avery, l'esprit tournant.

Zoe Bell était la fille adoptive de la famille Bell. La nuit où elle a été chassée, son fiancé avait déjà le bras autour de son nouvel amour, faisant les gros titres dans les nouvelles du divertissement. Ensuite, Zoe s'est retrouvée prise dans un scandale après l'autre, tout cela parce qu'elle a été vue avec l'homme le plus puissant de Capital City. Tout le monde se moquait, convaincu qu'elle n'était rien de plus qu'un simple amusement passager pour M. Hale. Mais peu savaient que, dès le premier instant où il l'a vue, M. Hale n'avait qu'une seule pensée - Il allait s'emparer de l'amour avec audace !

Eve Thompson se réveilla dans le lit du célibataire le plus convoité de la Ville S, son bras entourant sa taille, mais elle n'avait en tête que les paroles de sa mère. « Assure-toi que personne ne découvre que tu es déguisée en ta sœur », lui avait-elle dit, en regardant la fausse tache de naissance dessinée au maquillage sur le visage de sa fille restante. « Tu dois faire en sorte que M. Charlie t'épouse, tout ce que nous possédons en dépend ! » dit-elle. C'était dommage, car l'homme à ses côtés ressemblait étrangement à l'homme qu'elle avait perdu tant d'années auparavant. La faveur d'Anthony Charlie auprès des femmes était notoirement difficile à obtenir, mais, dans un excès d'ivresse, il se glissa sous les draps avec la femme à ses côtés, séduit par le souvenir de quelqu'un qu'il avait perdu il y a longtemps et à qui cette femme ressemblait. Cependant, elle n'avait jamais eu de tache de naissance. Ça ne pouvait pas être elle. Leur rencontre était-elle fortuite ? Que révélerait leur passé caché !? Rejoignez Eve Thompson dans son palpitant périple de courtoisie et d'espionnage politique alors qu'elle endosse le rôle de la vie à présent abandonnée de sa sœur jumelle et tente de sauver sa famille en gagnant le cœur du mystérieux célibataire, Anthony Charlie!

Toute la ville de Yong savait que Mlle Su aînée de la famille Su avait une nature malveillante et une réputation scandaleuse, se comportant de manière extravagante jour après jour, au grand dégoût de sa famille. Père indigne : "Je n'ai certainement pas une telle fille ; ma seule fille est Xinyan." Vieille dame : "Chose sans honte, tu as complètement jeté la face de la famille Su." Jeune sœur fleur blanche : "Je suis désolée, Sœur, nous n'avons jamais été du même monde." Vauriens : "Déchets qui ne peuvent pas se montrer en public, les gens de basse condition ne méritent pas d'entrer dans notre cercle." Cependant... Avant que Mlle Su aînée n'ait exprimé son opinion, divers chefs n'ont plus pu se retenir. Un certain Empereur du film : "S'en prendre à ma patronne—vous cherchez des ennuis, n'est-ce pas ?" Une certaine Association : "Monsieur le Président, s'il vous plaît, donnez vos instructions, faillite ou bannissement ?" Un certain Groupe : "Qu'est-ce que la famille Su? Même pas digne de porter les chaussures de la BOSS." Gros bonnets de divers secteurs : "Bonjour, belle-sœur !" Su Ran : "?" Alors que le monde extérieur s'émerveillait des identités de plus en plus révélées de Mlle Su aînée, l'homme légendaire pour son mystère et sa retenue l'enlève dans ses bras. "Petite ancêtre, y a-t-il une identité de toi que je ne connais pas ?" la voix de l'homme était séduisante, paresseuse et désinvolte. Sœur Ran a légèrement courbé ses lèvres rouges, souriant brillamment : "Ta femme."

Une Omega rejetée, un Prince Alpha sombre et leur destin tordu et dangereux. Amélie Conley, la fille aînée d'une famille Alpha vénérée, était autrefois censée perpétuer l'héritage fier de sa famille. Cependant, lorsqu'elle a eu seize ans, elle n'a pas réussi à éveiller son loup, ce qui lui a valu le titre méprisant - la Malédiction de la famille Conley. À dix-huit ans, elle a trouvé son compagnon destiné et portait son enfant, croyant qu'elle avait enfin reçu une chance de bonheur. Mais quand elle s'est précipitée pour partager la nouvelle, elle l'a trouvé dans une position compromettante avec sa jeune sœur, Flora. La trahison a coupé plus profondément que toute blessure, mais le coup final est venu lorsqu'il l'a rejetée sans hésitation, déclarant Flora comme sa véritable compagne. Rejetée et le cœur brisé, Amélie a pris la décision douloureuse de quitter sa meute pour le bien de son enfant à naître. Mais au moment où elle a essayé de s'échapper, elle a été attaquée - chassée comme une proie. Désespérée de se protéger et de protéger la vie qui grandit en elle, Amélie a fui pour se sauver elle et son enfant à naître, seulement pour s'effondrer dans les bras d'un étranger énigmatique - Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel n'était pas un homme ordinaire. Il était le Prince Alpha, un nom craint à travers la nation. Pendant douze longues années, il avait parcouru les terres à la recherche de son compagnon, pour ne rien trouver. Il s'était convaincu que la Déesse de la Lune le détestait, tout comme sa propre mère l'avait fait. Mais dès qu'il posa les yeux sur Amélie, tout changea. "Vous avez été marquée, n'est-ce pas ?" Sa voix baissa, teintée de quelque chose dangereusement proche de la possession alors que son regard rencontrait le sien, exigeant la vérité. La question laissa Amélie dans un dilemme. Elle ne souhaitait pas lui dire la vérité. "Je ne suis pas un loup ordinaire, Amélie. Qui est-ce qui t'a marqué avant moi ?" Gabriel exprima dans un ton possessif mais intimidant. Amélie ne savait pas que l'homme qui l'avait sauvée n'était autre que le célèbre Tyran Sombre - le Prince Alpha, Gabriel Sinclair, dont les intentions lui étaient encore inconnues.

À son réveil, le maître en métaphysique de l'apocalypse, Nan Li, se retrouva en tant que sixième demoiselle disparue du manoir du marquis d'Anyang. Pensant que ce serait une histoire d'abus, elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que ses cinq frères la chérissent l'un après l'autre ! Nan Li cria, "Arrêtez de me chouchouter ! En fait, je peux tout faire, de la capture des fantômes, de l'extermination des démons, de la divination, de la physiognomonie, à la guérison et au sauvetage des gens. Je vais mener la famille à la richesse et au pouvoir !" En sauvant accidentellement le neuvième prince, qui détenait un grand pouvoir à la cour, Nan Li découvrit qu'il était renommé pour son comportement froid et insensible. Cependant, il devint totalement accro à la choyer et refusa de prendre d'autres concubines. Les femmes intrigantes et malveillantes étaient en colère, criant, "Le prince manque d'héritiers, comment cela peut-il être permis ? !" Nan Li pointa la file de petits disciples attrapeurs de fantômes et dit, "Je vais guérir votre mauvaise vue !" Le neuvième prince la souleva dans ses bras et dit, "Nous avons un peu de propriété mince à hériter, alors nous aurons quelques enfants de plus." Plus tard — Nan Li regarda les montagnes immortelles continues et la chambre pleine de trésors, sa bouche tordue, "Je pensais que tu avais un trône à hériter, qu'est-ce qui se passe maintenant ? !"

Song Fengwan a été larguée par son fiancé, avec qui elle sortait depuis un an, et une fille illégitime est apparue de nulle part pour ruiner sa famille. Un jour, alors qu'elle est ivre, elle prétend qu'elle veut séduire l'oncle le plus redouté de son ex-fiancé, le Troisième Maître Fu. Dans un coin, quelqu'un a gloussé. "Troisième Fu, cette fille est si audacieuse. Elle a dit qu'elle veut te poursuivre ?" Les yeux de quelqu'un s'assombrissent. "Bon goût." Plus tard... Son ex-petit ami entra avec sa maîtresse enceinte dans ses bras et se vante devant elle. Une certaine personne s'est avancée et tous deux le saluent obéissamment. "Troisième Oncle." Fu Chen regarde Song Fengwan, qui est à côté de lui, et leur dit, "Appelez-la Troisième Tante." Aux yeux de tout le monde, le Troisième Maître Fu a l'air gentil à l'extérieur, mais est impitoyable à l'intérieur. Tandis que dans les yeux de Song Fengwan, c'est un vieil homme très séduisant. Tout le monde : Je ne pense pas que nous connaissions la même personne.

Avery Carter tentou ao máximo viver a vida de uma filha perfeita e submissa. No entanto, um dia, alguém apareceu alegando ser sua verdadeira filha, declarando que Avery era falsa. Sem hesitação, Avery desistiu de sua posição como a filha "real" e voltou para seus pais biológicos. Muitos esperavam que ela caísse em desgraça depois de deixar sua rica família adotiva, mas ela surpreendeu a todos ao tirar sua família biológica da pobreza. Ela transformou a vida de sua mãe e seu pai, tornando-os bilionários da noite para o dia. Com cem bilhões de dólares em seu nome, ela se tornou uma mestra da tecnologia e uma mulher talentosa, subindo diretamente ao auge de sua vida. Mas tudo mudou quando ela conheceu Alexander Moran, um homem rico e bonito. Ele era um figurão absoluto—decisivo, frio e insensível. No entanto, por alguma razão, ele não conseguia parar de se envolver com ela, sempre ansioso para lhe dar todo o seu amor. No primeiro encontro, ele disse: "Vou me oferecer como garantia." Na segunda vez que se encontraram, ela questionou: "Por que eu deveria confiar em você?" Após vários encontros, o tom dele mudou. "Você não deveria ter cruzado essa linha, Avery, se não queria que fosse assim." Um braço forte envolveu seu corpo cambaleante. Sua cabeça ficou turva, e um suspiro quente e intencional escapou de seus lábios. 'Como diabos eu me meti nessa situação?' Avery pensou, sua mente girando.

Song Fengwan foi abandonada pelo seu noivo, que havia namorado com ela por um ano, e uma filha ilegítima apareceu do nada para arruinar sua família. Um dia, quando ela está bêbada, ela afirma que quer conquistar o tio mais temido de seu ex-noivo, o Terceiro Mestre Fu. No canto, alguém riu. "Terceiro Fu, essa garota é tão audaciosa. Ela disse que quer te perseguir?" Os olhos de alguém escureceram. "Bom gosto." Mais tarde... Seu ex-namorado entrou com sua amante grávida nos braços e se exibe para ela. Alguém certo passeou até lá e os dois o cumprimentam obedientemente. "Tio Terceiro." Fu Chen olhou para Song Fengwan, que estava ao seu lado, e lhes diz, "Chamem ela de Terceira Tia." Nos olhos de todos, o Terceiro Mestre Fu parece bondoso por fora, mas é impiedoso por dentro. Aos olhos de Song Fengwan, ele é um homem velho muito sedutor. Todo mundo: Eu não acho que conhecemos a mesma pessoa.

Synopsis Dans les rues brûlantes de Port-au-Prince, un jeune homme nommé Kazar voit son destin basculer. Son père, Lamar, ancien chef de gang craint et respecté, meurt brutalement. Kazar, son fils unique, rêve d’une vie différente, loin du sang et du chaos. Mais l’honneur, la loyauté et le poids de l’héritage le poussent à reprendre les rênes du petit gang paternel. Doté d’une intelligence stratégique hors du commun, Kazar transforme cette organisation modeste en la plus puissante structure criminelle d’Haïti. Il devient une légende. Mais dans l’ombre, la trahison grandit. Son bras droit, Wendy, qu’il considérait comme un frère, le trahit cruellement. Passé à tabac et laissé pour mort, Kazar est jeté dans une rivière. Miraculeusement, il survit. Quand il se réveille à l’hôpital, il ne se souvient de rien, sauf de quelques noms : Kazar, Lamar et Wendy. Sa mémoire est un champ de ruines… mais son instinct, lui, reste intact. Un soir, alors qu’il erre dans les rues, il assiste à une agression. Une jeune fille se fait attaquer par des gangsters. Son corps agit avant même son esprit : il les neutralise, comme si le combat était inscrit dans sa chair. C’est là que tout change. Kazar décide alors de reconstruire… mais pas son passé. Il fonde un gang, non pas pour dominer, mais pour résister. Une armée de l’ombre, née pour renverser les autres gangs du pays. Il s’engage dans une guerre sanglante pour libérer Haïti de la corruption, du crime et de ses propres démons. Mais pour libérer le pays, il devra affronter son passé. Écraser ses anciennes blessures. Et surtout… affronter Wendy, celui qui l’a brisé.

Nicole’s fiance cheated on her. So she did what any heartbroken girl might do—she drank, got bold, and hunted down a one-night stand. With a werewolf. A gorgeous, charismatic, too-sexy-for-his-own-good Alpha, to be precise. But, of course, things can't ever go smoothly. Nicole ends up rejected like it's a bad fever dream. Cool. Fine. Whatever. She's had worse mornings. Until her boyfriend turns up dead. Now she’s the prime suspect, her one-night stand is the lead investigator, and fate is laughing in her face. Oh—and did we mention the part where she has magic? Not the cute crystal-in-your-bra kind. The kind she's not supposed to talk about. The kind that gets noticed. As the case unravels, so does Nicole’s carefully controlled life. Her powers are spiking. People are dying. And hidden conspiracies keep coming to light... -- This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance. Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, too much supernatural whosits and whatsits, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.

Após sentir como se tivesse caido em meio a um mar infinito, Jorge Manga, um assalariado, reenarcana como Alexsander Winchester um jovem que tem uma vida relativamente tranquila. Agora, Jorge deve compreender por qual razão ele reencarnou e qual é dessa marca misteriosa em seu braço.

Jackzen viu tudo que um dia chamou de casa cair diante de seus olhos, se viu sendo mandado a outro planeta com o que sobrou de sua família. Dez anos se passaram e o Império que destruiu sua vida continua a se expandir pela Galáxia, Jackzen agora se encontra um escravo, preso em um trabalho árduo e braçal, onde seu pagamento são micharias para se alimentar e no outro dia continuar. As estrelas que um dia enxergou brilhantes sob os céus não mais trazem o mesmo esplendor, nem a mesma vontade de explorar o que há além de sua nova e gélida casa. Mas algo mudará tudo para sempre, ao ser pego em um fogo cruzado e confundido com revolucionários, ele sofre mais uma perda. Mudado após sobreviver o que não deveria, ele é encontrado e recrutado pela última pessoa que imaginaria, um homem cujo rosto nunca esqueceu, este será o rosto que o ajudará na luta para destruir o império de dentro para fora, assim iniciando sua jornada de vingaça e luta por algo maior que a si mesmo.

He's her twin. She's his stand-in. Someone's bound to fall in love with the wrong one. This is the story of Daniella — a girl who’s gotten a little too comfortable in her twin brother’s skin. Maybe it’s not just the tuxedoes and pants that feel right... maybe it’s the freedom. No corsets. No tight bras. Just her, finally breathing. …Until she spots Zory. A girl who was supposed to be just another guest, but now? She’s everything. And here comes the twist: "I look exactly like him — but why do I have a lump on my chest and no third leg? Just a weird hole between my thighs. I swear I was male in the womb. Then things flipped, and I don’t know how. I can’t be a girl. I might be XXY, who knows? Intersex? Probably. I just know I can’t accept this body... not if the one I want won’t accept it. How do I even tell my parents? And also, Narrator — it’s Danielle. With an elle. Get it right." Her words, not mine. Me? I think she’s a perfect imperfection. And I think Zory might agree. Well then. Let’s see what Danielle does next.

Il était un ange. Pur, docile, façonné pour obéir. Il était un démon. Sauvage, brutal, né pour dominer. Envoyé en enfer pour tester sa foi, Caël pensait pouvoir résister. Résister à ce corps sculpté par la tentation. Résister à cette voix rauque qui le fait frissonner. Résister à ces mains puissantes qui le caressent jusqu’à faire céder sa lumière. Mais chaque nuit, Azrael le pousse un peu plus loin. Chaque nuit, il le force à s’agenouiller. Chaque nuit, il l’enchaîne au plaisir, jusqu’à ce que Caël n’ait plus que son nom sur ses lèvres. Il lutte. Il refuse. Il prie pour garder sa pureté… Mais son corps brûle de désir. Ses gémissements se mêlent aux murmures rauques d’Azrael. Et bientôt, il ne saura plus s’il veut remonter vers la lumière… Ou se damner pour toujours entre ses bras.

"Eu não pedi por isso. Não pedi para voltar. Meu nome foi temido em cada canto do mundo antigo. Alexandre, o Grande. Um Rei. Um Conquistador. Um Homem que desafiou o impossível. E agora? Séculos depois, abro os olhos em um mundo que mal reconheço... Um mundo prestes a ruir. Monstros surgem das sombras. Reinos modernos desmoronam sem saber lutar. O Apocalipse não chegou — mas ele está vindo... e quando chegar, vai engolir tudo. Eu não sei quem me trouxe de volta. Não sei por qual jogo divino ou maldição me tornei peça nesse tabuleiro. Mas se pensam que eu vou assistir de braços cruzados — estão enganados. Eu conquistei o mundo uma vez... E se for preciso, vou conquistar de novo.Pelo motivo certo... ou pelo errado. Não importa. Porque se o fim está chegando... Eu serei aquele que decide quem sobrevive."

Le jour où mon épouse a donné naissance à un enfant pour son ancien amoureux mourant, les parents de ma femme ont placé plusieurs gardes à l'extérieur de la salle d'accouchement. Même après la naissance, je n'ai pas semblé causer de remous. Ma belle-mère a serré la main de ma femme, expirant de soulagement. "Repose-toi, Ottilie. Nous sommes là pour s'assurer qu'il ne s'approche pas de toi." "Ton père a même des gens qui surveillent l'entrée de l'hôpital. S'il essaie d'interférer avec ton accouchement, nous alerterons les autorités !" Ottilie a faiblement acquiescé, mais elle a quand même instinctivement regardé vers l'ascenseur. Le voyant vide, elle s'est finalement détendue. Elle avait du mal à comprendre pourquoi je ne pouvais pas simplement soutenir sa décision d'aider son ex-amant à laisser un héritage. En observant le bébé qui pleurait dans les bras de l'infirmière, elle a souri avec contentement. Elle croyait que si je lui rendais visite le lendemain, elle pardonnerait nos désaccords précédents. Elle serait même prête à me laisser être le père de l'enfant. Cependant, elle ignorait que je venais de soumettre ma candidature pour rejoindre Médecins Sans Frontières. Dans une semaine, je renoncerais à ma citoyenneté et deviendrais un médecin apatride, pour ne jamais revenir.

No dia em que minha esposa deu à luz um filho para seu ex-namorado que estava morrendo, os pais da minha esposa posicionaram vários guardas do lado de fora da sala de parto. Mesmo após o nascimento, eu não parecia causar nenhum alvoroço. Minha sogra segurou a mão da minha esposa, exalando em alívio. "Fique tranquila, Ottilie. Estamos aqui para garantir que ele não se aproxime de você." "Seu pai até tem pessoas vigiando a entrada do hospital. Se ele tentar interferir com você tendo este bebê, vamos alertar as autoridades!" Ottilie assentiu levemente, mas ainda olhou instintivamente para o elevador. Vendo-o vazio, ela finalmente relaxou. Ela lutava para compreender por que eu não podia simplesmente apoiar sua decisão de ajudar seu ex-amante a deixar um legado. Observando o bebê chorando nos braços da enfermeira, ela sorriu satisfeita. Ela acreditava que se eu a visitasse no dia seguinte, ela perdoaria nossas desavenças anteriores. Ela até estaria disposta a me deixar ser o pai da criança. No entanto, ela não sabia que eu acabara de enviar minha inscrição para me juntar aos Médicos Sem Fronteiras. Em uma semana, eu renunciaria à minha cidadania e me tornaria um médico apátrida, para nunca mais voltar.

"Ah... Stop, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and resistance. Her involuntary moans cut through the darkness enveloping them. Her wrists were pinned against the sofa, and his lips traveled slowly across her neck, each kiss igniting a fiery desire within him. "Did you think you could toy with my feelings and then simply flee?" he growled, his voice raspy with an intensity that even surprised him. His arm wrapped tightly around her, while she struggled to suppress her reactions, closing her eyes against the bittersweet torment of his kisses. "What we had was nothing but a fleeting love," she murmured defiantly, her words fueling his need. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were a forbidden delight, but she fought against him, knowing this was a mistake. As she pulled away, he reclaimed her lips, consumed by his obsession. "Fleeting love?" he whispered urgently into her ear, tracing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I have your name engraved in my heart—your voice, your lips, our first night, every moment." With a gentle move, he unclasped her bra, the straps falling beneath her top. "Forget me? I'm doing us both a favor. I have a life; you already have a fiancé—" Her words were silenced by his finger softly brushing her lips. "It's already called off," he declared. "I will never let go of the gift that you are. You are mine, always and forever. No other man will ever have you, or he’ll face my wrath." "What could possibly stop me if not death itself? I will never cease to chase and love you, my dearest wife," he vowed, tightening his embrace. As her eyes widened, she realized the depth the obsession she had unknowingly nurtured. She pondered the chain of events leading her to this inevitable fate, a consequence of one small act of kindness spiraling into a consuming obsession.

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Un pirate, un forband de bas étage, va poser le pied sur une île pas comme les autres, jusqu'à ce qu'un mystérieux évènement, le fera plonger jusqu'au lendemain matin dans les bras de morphée. Aurait-il abuser du rhum qu'il avais emmener avec lui ?

story hi guys, me and my friend were friends since school days we both studied in same school and college, as adults we used to watch porn and discuss about that one day he said about my mom and said sexy things about her i stopped him and later when i came home i realised about incest after few days we talked about incest and we both liking that things and i liking mom to have sex with her and later when no one in home me and my friend went to mom room and took her bra and placed on our dicks and her size is 40D and she looks like bbw 38 years and 95kg big boobs , ass and white body parts, we used fantancies about 3some and later i tried to see her nude but i never succeded i seen her with blouse thats and i have recorded mom dress changing and in that video i seen her melons and navel with no pussy available later i decided to show to my friend and i deleted video by guilty and i taught it was wrong and left taughts and continue our life later after so many years he got a job and staying in bangalore with single room with kitchen and after 2 years i too got a job in bangalore and stayed with him since job location is nearer to that place we again begin to continue our sex taughts we had a nice internet connection and used to watch porn nights and later some days there was a family function in bangalore my mom needs to attend function in city and she didnt know about city much which is 150km away from bangalore and decided to stay in same room for 2 days after function she came to room late night and she was tired and she changed dress to nighty and slept and that strucutre made us to get boner we came out of room and he said wow look at her ass and boobs its reminding old days and infact even i too got that taughts later we went back and slept since there is no bed we have 2 queen size matress she was on left side i slept in middle and he was on my right next day next day she went and made breakfast and we ate and went to job that day thy did lockdown for 15 days and no option her to go back to home she was with us for 15 days 2nd day went normal with some casual talks and we seen movie and add some good food and later that night he asked me when she was asleep i will go next to her i want to see thouse melons and he went took his cock lightly touch on her ass and later i said dont want and i went back to middle and slept 3rd day she went to bath and came back she went to balcony and came after sometime my friend went and seen that her bra and panty was washed and we knew that she not wearing inners that day our eyes were on that parts though it was not showing anything but slightly her boobs ass were showing their structure that was hard day for us and after she asked me to buy her inners and night dress though it was lockdown that time online shopping were available and we open that site in laptop and booked her inners and night dress size of 40d and panty xxl size which we already knew that was hot time to buy inners with her, 3rd day night he went and bought viagra and gave to her at lunch without knowing her and asusal we need to watch a movie but he played evaru telugu movie with hot extreme scenes and we knew with viagra she will be in mood but it didnt worked she slept , on 4th day we are in high mood that dress were arrived after bathing she changed her dress and size was loose for her her armpits and cleavage were visible lightly and bra strap were visible which mading us to tempt that day night we seen porn videos of incest when she was asleep on 5th day we decided to tell her that this things to her and after breakfast my friend said everything fantacies about her and she was in anger by seeing us and she slapped him and scolded and that day we not talk after dinner we said that it is wrong but your structure body making us think like that and made her realize and show google porn things about incest and slowly she is not ready to do and after some talks and telling this is not bad and my friend .

Naquela noite escura, Gunther tentava esconder seu medo para acalmar sua irmã, Hannelore. Mas quando luzes misteriosas cruzaram o céu, tudo mudou. Em um instante, o orfanato onde cresceram foi engolido por um clarão avassalador. Ao despertar em um lugar desconhecido, cercado pelo cheiro de remédios e óleo de máquina, Gunther percebe que algo estava diferente—seu braço, antes inexistente, agora era feito de metal e fios. O homem que o salvou, Heinrich, revela que ele e Hannelore foram os únicos resgatados. Mas e Alice, a amiga que prometeu reencontrar um dia? Enquanto lida com o horror da própria transformação, Gunther ouve da irmã o que aconteceu após a explosão. Entre as ruínas do orfanato, entre os corpos dos que não sobreviveram, ela viu algo impossível—uma figura conhecida, com olhos brilhantes e intenções mortais.

``` Romance Carnival 1º Prêmio. TENHA CUIDADO COM A FÚRIA DE UMA MULHER PACIENTE. Rosalinda Lux morreu após descobrir a traição de seu marido e irmã. E justamente quando pensou que finalmente encontrou paz, ela acordou quarenta anos antes de sua morte. Com as memórias de sua vida passada intactas, Rosalinda jurou vingança. Seus planos rapidamente a levaram aos braços de um Duque cujo olhar tentador continha mistérios que ameaçavam não apenas seus planos, mas seu coração e corpo. …. TENHA CUIDADO COM O AMOR DE UM HOMEM AMALDIÇOADO. Punido pela Deusa por sua ganância, Lucas Benjamim Rothley vinha guardando o Norte pelo tempo que se lembrava. Durante centenas de anos, nenhuma mulher jamais agitou seu coração. Isso até a temível Rosalinda Lux tropeçar em sua vida. Logo, ele percebeu que Rosalinda não era bem a donzela que ela gostava que todos acreditassem. Ela está escondendo um segredo tão sombrio que poderia tanto acabar com sua maldição quanto lançar sua vida ao caos. Tags: Vingança, Protagonista feminina forte, sem estupro ou abuso, romance lento. Outros romances: O Pecado do Licano: COMPLETO A capa é minha. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750 ```

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

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Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Dying under Truck-kun’s wheels was bad enough, but waking up inside *Dragon Slayer Days*, a novel he loved, is worse. He’s stuck as a nobody who dies in chapter one—caught touching the heroine, Lady Jammy, in a silly scene. Except now, he’s got a weird power: he can make things disappear with a touch. First her panty, then her bra, even a knight’s sword—all gone in a *poof*. It’s funny until Jammy’s knights tie him to a tree, ready to chop him up. She demands her stuff back, but he doesn’t know where it went. With swords raised and a strange man watching from the shadows, he’s got one shot—use his power to escape. Can he survive the story he knows, or will this new world end him faster than Truck-kun did?