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My Neighbor Is Hot

The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!” ----- Evelyn’s fairytale life shattered when a stranger stormed in, claiming to be the real daughter of the Wright family with proof. Her enviable privileges? Stripped away. Her spotless reputation? Tarnished. Her four-year engagement? Abruptly annulled. But the worst betrayal came from her once-loving father, all set to marry her off to settle a business score—with a man twice her age! Everyone in the circle attended this scandalous wedding, eager to witness the downfall of the supposed fake heiress. Yet, the climax was not what even Evelyn had anticipated! Zevian Reign, the nation’s richest tycoon, known for being every woman’s fantasy and the nightmare of all his rivals, made a dramatic entrance. His arrival stunned the guests, but his brazen wish was even more startling! He casually demanded to replace the groom and marry the beautiful bride. No one dared to challenge, nor did anyone have the guts to disobey him. They were left with no choice but to watch the wedding unfold. And it was Evelyn’s time to smirk, for she was now the devil’s wife. And all those who had ruined her, they would pay back in tenfold! ++++ [Excerpt] "Why would I ditch my husband for a loser?" Evelyn chuckled, crossing her arms defiantly. "He is better than him in all the aspects." Her gaze drifted to her ex-fiancé nearby, and she continued with a smirk, "Actually, a lot better in bed." As Annabelle’s face flushed with disdain, Evelyn patted her back and leaned in to deliver another slap. "So, good luck with licking my leftovers, dear step-sister. He's a perfect match for you."
Zelra · 1M 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 · 10.3K Views

Vampires Aren't Hot

Gwendolyn Black had all of her hopes dashed when her family moved to their little hometown. She hoped to keep a low profile or so she thought because she meets this interesting yet mysterious clique with unnatural beauty and charisma called the "Populars" and strange things seem to happen around them. She gets obsessed with revealing their secret thanks to the niggling feeling in her stomach - her instincts never lie - and due to an interesting chain of events, she suspects they are vampires. But then, vampires aren't hot? Or are they? Let's join Gwendolyn on this journey as she fights to uncover their secret? Also, When she finds out what is it they're hiding, would she become prey to them or an ally? Or even their nemesis? Read to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Looking For me?" A deep husky voice echoed from her back and she almost had a heart attack. Where did he come from? As a simple reflex, Gwendolyn turned around and her eyes almost popped out. Here was Duane shirtless and only on jeans. Her eyes caught the trail of sweat that traveled into the prominent V of his abdomen and she gulped. This was sex walking in daylight. "Like what you see?" He snapped her from her thoughts. Gwen glared at him yet went ahead to ask, "H-how did you hear that question? I need to know because I'm sure as hell that you were distracted as I was. Hence, there was no way on earth you could have heard that," Duane chuckled, the kind that sent tremors down her body, "That's your mistake honey, I was listening in class," was his reply as he leaned against the wall, coming too close for her liking. He was invading her senses, his presence was making it too hard to concentrate, "It seems you need to be spanked, you weren't listening in class," He said suggestively. Gwendolyn went red in the face but she would not be fooled by his flirting, which was why she said to him boldly, "I know what you are?" "What I am?" he was clearly amused, "Then tell me then, what do you think I am?" "A vampire,"
Glimmy · 15.4K Views

My Class is... CHEF?!

Toki Kaguyama, a 20-year-old high school graduate stuck in a dead-end job, finds his life turned upside down when the company he works for, teeters on the edge of bankruptcy. Struggling with finances and trapped in a seemingly endless cycle of stress, Toki decides to blow off steam with a morning jog. Little does he know, that simple jog would be his last in the world he knows. Mid-stride, Toki is suddenly whisked away to another world, joining three other unwitting heroes summoned by the kingdom to face a deadly task: to conquer the 500-floor Great Dungeon to prevent waves of monstrous creatures from overwhelming the kingdom each month. Blessed with special classes, each hero is given a role to help in the kingdom’s desperate fight for survival. One becomes a Sword Saint, another an Archer, and the third a Sorcerer. Toki, however, finds himself bestowed with a class that causes snickers and disbelief at the ceremonial blessing: Chef. Shocked and ridiculed, Toki is the target of mockery from both his fellow heroes and the kingdom’s nobility, who see his culinary class as a joke compared to the combat-ready classes of the other heroes. Humiliated and isolated, Toki decides to forge his own path instead of sticking with his disparaging companions. With no clear direction but a fierce determination to prove his worth, Toki’s first goal is simple: make friends who see him for who he is. As he sets off on his journey, he discovers that there’s more to the Chef class than meets the eye—and that it may hold the key to unique powers and abilities no one ever expected. Armed with his magic pan "Pan-demonium", a dash of defiance, and a hunger for both friendship and adventure, Toki is ready to take on the challenges of this new world, one dish at a time.... (yeah... ok... that kinda sucked.)
HalimawDXB · 1.9K Views

This House Is Mine!—My Mistress Is My Soulmate!

Hey there, unlucky mortal! Welcome to 123 Serene Grove Lane, a place so legendary, so magical, and so ABSOLUTELY AMAZING that only a chosen few ever hear about it. And by "chosen few," I mean people who trip over random portals or get lost after making terrible life decisions. I'm IMP, "KING OF IMPS", the REAL STAR of this story. Forget the humans forget the moody demons, forget the boring heroes. This book I WROTE IT. It's about me, my glorious misadventures, and how I heroically survive. living with my boss, the incredible-yet-insufferable Xier. She's an artist. A sorceress. And somehow, despite my best efforts, still manages to keep her house standing. We also have Kevin, a VERY CONFUSED but disturbingly kind human carpenter who rents a room here (the biggest mistake of his life, btw). He's strong enough to build furniture with his bare hands, but soft enough to blush when Xier looks his way. Hilarious. He seither doomed... or already in too deep. Now, life at 123 Serene Grove Lane is NOT your typical "dark magic and world-ending prophecies" nonsense. BORING! We've got magic gardens that gossip when the wind blows, enchanted baths that refuse to drain properly, and random imp parties that definitely DON'T NEED PERMISSION. Expect heated arguments, accidental seductions, and AWKWARDLY INTENSE moments involving forbidden drinks. mysterious contracts, and questionable house rules. Do I care? Nope. I'm too busy being FABULOUS. Why read this Because you need a break from gloomy heroes and brooding prophecies. You need magic, mischief, and PASSIONATE CHAOS. You need ME. So. stop pretending you' re too busy. Open this book, join the fun, and remember everything here is MY IDEA. You're welcome.
Kinasalin · 5.7K Views

My Life in a Contract Marriage: Rescued by a Hot Billionaire

Beauty was the Ashford family law, and Freya Sinclair was beauty come to life—until an accident stole that title from her. Sold to the Ashfords for a bag of chips, Freya was forced into a marriage with their heir, Alexander Ashford, on her 18th birthday. Unloved and unwanted because of a scar, she endured years of rejection. Determined to reclaim her life, Freya takes a stand, only to be cast out by the family that never wanted her. Homeless and disowned, she crosses paths with Sylus Thorn, a world-renowned fashion designer and enigmatic billionaire. Just when Freya believes she can start over, Alexander comes back to claim the wife he once discarded. “Do you have anything to say regarding your stepsisters’ affair with your husband?” Just when I thought I had no choice but to respond, a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me out of the crowd. Startled, I looked up to see a tall, muscular man guiding me away with ease, his presence shielding me from the cameras and the reporters’ relentless questions. We reached a black car parked at the edge of the lot, and relief flooded through me. “Mr. Thorn,” I whispered, recognizing his familiar face. “Get in,” Sylus commanded, his voice calm but firm. Without hesitation, I climbed into the car, my heart racing from more than just the escape. Will Freya save her marriage to Alexander, or will she be swept off her feet by the mysterious Sylus Thorn? Join the MLCM Readers https://discord.gg/gEq2mCr574
Jasmyne_ · 180.6K Views
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