Padme Pelvis

All Zee ever imagined was living a thrilling, dangerous love story—a gangster husband, dodging bullets like in her wildest night dreams. But when that fantasy became her reality, it unearthed the dark secrets of her childhood, unraveling her world and leaving her hopeless. Just when she thought she was lost, the mysterious man from her dreams revealed himself, bringing light back into her life. ~~~ His tongue wasn’t just inside me—it was teasing, rubbing against my clit, moving in and out with deliberate precision. I couldn’t control my moans anymore, my body trembling under his touch. I grasped his head, desperate for more, but he only teased me further, keeping me on edge. “You know the rules, babe. Not until I say so,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he buried himself between my thighs. “Lloyd,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me you can hold it for daddy.” “I can’t, baby,” I panted, my moans breaking through uncontrollably. “Then tell me you love this,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust—deep, commanding, and utterly intoxicating. “You know it’s amazing, love,” I breathed, my own voice unrecognizable, heavy with pleasure. He rewarded my confession with a long, deep thrust of his tongue that sent a cry ripping from my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed, anticipation coiling inside me like a tight spring. He smirked against my skin, his voice a husky whisper. “I love it when you cum on my tongue. I just can’t get enough of your taste.” Reaching for the pillow beside my head, he slid it beneath my pelvis, lifting me into the perfect arch. He took his time, savoring me, his tongue circling my clit with agonizing slowness. Then, he slid a finger inside me, moving it with expert precision, teasing, building the pressure. Shifting, he moved up my body, his hands parting my legs further as we adjusted to our sides, limbs tangled in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hard length rubbed against me, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my core. I had always believed pleasure should come with a little pain, but this… this was something else entirely. Warning: This book contains explicit sexual and violent content. Reader discretion is advised.

Reborn in the Stars" Lyra never imagined she'd be given a second chance at life—especially not in a galaxy on the brink of war. After a tragic death and an unexpected reincarnation, Raised by her mercenary father, she’s learned to trust her instincts and survive. But in this new life, something feels different. With an largly untapped connection to the Force and a past she can't fully remember, Lyra discovers she’s not just another child—she’s a Force user with the potential to shape the galaxy’s future. As the Trade Federation’s blockade threatens Naboo, she crosses paths with many different characters like Qui-Gon Jin, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, she begins to her adventure in a galaxy far, far away. Can Lyra rewrite the course of history before darkness consumes everything she’s come to care about? This is a fanfiction, so that means I sadly don't own star wars or any character besides those I created myself

"Is my fate already written according to the stars or do I create my own destiny?" Li Suji only has one hundred days before she turns twenty-five, and that also means she only has one hundred days left to find her reincarnated prince. She has no clue about the said man aside from the fact that she'll find him working at the Seo Publishing Company, and that the reincarnated prince will also have the same birthmark as she has, the mermaid's tail binds them together as the fated couple. She managed to enter the company as a trainee editor on probation as she heard through connections. Chaos arrives when she got tied with two CEO's at the same time. Will she be able to break her curse and make the reincarnated prince fall in love with her in this current life? +++ A scene suddenly came right through my eyes, as if it was directly right in front of me. This time, I was aware that I was not experiencing it firsthand though it still happened from my point of view. I was there, tending someone, probably a man. I was unbuttoning two buttons in his shirt because he was sweating too much. I was holding a wet towel in my hand and started to wipe his neck using it. "It tickles, why are you wiping my body so lightly?" The man asked, it seemed like a very familiar voice but I couldn't pinpoint who. I wasn't looking at the man since I was so preoccupied with looking at his perfectly sculpted body. "You shouldn't be doing that, no-no, you should do it the hard way." "H-huh??" The hard way? "Yes, should I do it instead?" He sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, took my hand, and guided me to wipe his neck down to his chest, abdomen, navel until his pelvis, "You should do it like this, okay?" As I was trying to hide the embarrassment of touching his body---I was touching the man's body with a towel, something caught my attention. Lower than his navel but the upper right side of his pelvis, I saw a mermaid's tail's fin. I scooted over, held the garter of his pants, and pulled it downwards. Voila. It was the mermaid's tail. Perfectly the same as mine. He's the one that I am looking for. I don't doubt it. I am one hundred percent sure! He's the reincarnated prince that I am looking for, for so long. The man grabbed my hand and made me look at his face. Sadly, I couldn't see who he was clearly. "What are you doing to a sick man's house, not to mention pulling his pants? Do you want to get yourself in trouble?" Yes, that's right. I'm already in trouble. +++ This story focuses on the reality of the workplace setting (office romance), slice-of-life, rom-com with tiny bits of fantasy elements. The setting is in modern-day Korea, I am not a Korean native so there might be some things that are not 100% accurate nor does it reflect the society and the country alone. The story focuses on character development and how the main characters grow in terms of love and life, has cliche and is a slow burn romance. If you're not reading this in Webnovel or Ficool, chances are, the book is plagiarized. Please support the author by reading this book in the Webnovel platform.

He pressed his tongue against her. He worked over her silky, sensitive skin, and as she got closer to climaxing he heard her breath increase and her pelvis rocked rhythmically. “There was something else I wanted to try,” Fiona muttered, looking up at Cade’s eyes. “Are you up for it?” “I’ll do anything you want,” he told her, planting a kiss on her lips. — Cade Knight came to the Big Apple for one reason: To find a cure for the dark moon curse that afflicted his family for generations. But, when he arrives, he crosses paths with an irresistible bar owner, Fiona, whose pack is responsible for placing the curse on Cade's family. Despite his father’s warning to fall in love, Cade succumbs to this bewitching woman, even knowing it could kill him. Can Cade’s curse be broken or will their love end in tragedy? — “I trust you, Fiona,” Cade confessed. Fiona replied solemnly, “Maybe you shouldn't." The Witch’s Curse is written by Robin Willis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Meneye Grom, a brand newcomer to Barrio. Just met Lori Nkosi. Lori tells Meneye about a legend in Barrio. The Letters of Uha ; you have Xs, Os, Ys, and the rest of the alphabet. But the letter will come to you to show your soulmate. Meneye fills very strongly about Lori and those feelings are put to the test. The Barrio is home to vamps, the soul has died and left these distorted people behind. The Sata believe that soulmates offer more than blood, they want her pelvis. what is important about this is the iron womb.In Barrio, Akasha created the iron womb. Her children are dying, and 11 guard the Barrio lanes. But one level is special for Lori; Despair and Trauma. They may have just met, but to Meneye, it feels different.

“Fear is the absence of knowledge. Of inferiority and the unknown. Everything we do here will be unknown to you until it happens. Fear will become your only friend” That’s what they said years ago. That fear would become my only friend. Well they weren’t wrong about the ‘only friend’ part but they were wrong of it being fear. “W-w-what?!?! W-who are you??” “I am.... what was the story again.... Aha! I am what you would consider to be Dr Jekyll. But always with a twist.” “And I am what you’d consider Hyde. You said fear would be my friend. Oh how truly wrong you are” The brunette teen was smirking with glee. Poised above the woman whose kept her locked away for years, the blade of the knife she held gleamed in the light. With one eye onyx and the other emerald, the teen grinned excitedly before slamming the blade into the woman’s body. She pierced the diaphragm first then the stomach, pelvis, kidneys, lungs but for her heart. The young teen cut a long deep incision above her heart, stuck her hand in then ripped it out.

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

Novel GENRE :History (female leading) LANGUAGE: English my real name is Kassel I was born and triandad but when I was 2 years old my mother move to Guyana or that is what I was told. I live with my Brotterode (johnson) he was 2 years older than me .when I was about 10 years old my mother found herself another man at fast I was happy for her but if I only knew then that my happiness would turn into tear and shattered dreams .His name was Ken by the way at first I was happy to have a father Figuren at home, he would usually play game with me , help me with my school work etc and I would love it but at the age of 13 something terrible happen .one day as I came bk from school my step father called me into th room and told me to shut the door . My mother and father wasn't at home at that moment . So I did as he ask cause I taught nothing of it at the moment he called me and I sat next to him, but he asked me to come closer and I did then he started rubbing my legs and telling me how perfect and beautiful I was I was flattered but soon his hands went father up my clothes and he stated touching my pelvis and kissing me I was scared I didn't no what to do I started closing my eyes but he kissed me and told me no one must touch me like this expect him and he said he was doing it cause he love me and told me not to tell anyone else about it cause they wouldn't understand then he took out his brown thing and inserted it into my vagina I was scared and in pain I wanted to tell him stop and it was wrong but I couldn't all icould have done was close my eyes .I couldn't remember how long he stayed there for but I remember as soon ashe finish he kissed me on the neck and told to to wash up before my mom and sister got home that was the first time from that day he continued doing it to me and continued all the time...