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Hermione Sits On His Cock

IN HIS SINS

Beaufort Lancaster has always known himself to be a sinner—a man with little to no intention of marriage, a man, or better, a lover who enjoys the thrill that comes with women bound to duty—especially those who belong to other men. However, what was once a game, a thrill, shifts dangerously once he meets Lady Louisa Lancaster, his brother’s wife—Andrew Lancaster. Andrew Lancaster is mad. Not mad in the way men are described as eccentric, temperamental, hard nuts to crack, illogical, impediments, imbeciles... No! The man is truly lost to the grip of madness. His world and reality align in different diversions. His marriage to Louisa is a hollow arrangement, void of warmth or desire. Yet, bound by duty and title, she remains his! Beaufort never thought himself capable of true love—until her. What begins as a fascination, mere attraction to another married woman, transforms into something unbearable. He thinks about her more often than he should. He watches her more closely than is right. He delights in spending more time with her than he should. And the breaking point comes when he finds himself in her room, out of a slight argument, one fateful evening. A kiss. A touch. Nothing more. But it is enough to undo him! Wracked with guilt and the weight of his transgression, Beaufort flees Lancaster for London, seeking refuge in the arms of God. Priesthood, he believes, shall cleanse him—will rid him of her. Yet, even within the monastery, the ghost of Lady Louisa haunts him—her scent, her touch, the whisper of her name, her smile. They all linger in the quiet halls filled with souls embracing celibacy. But he was never celibate! How could he be if he thinks? If he thinks rather sexually of another human being he wished to rid himself of? Worse—his brother’s property? And so he flees! The cloth of fatherhood or brotherhood can never silence the call of his heart. Salvation is a word, and he, of all people, shall have a different case scenario on the Day of Judgment! What happens? In His Sins is a tale of forbidden love, guilt, and the haunting grip of desire, set against the rigid moralities of the Victorian era. Enjoy!
Rhoda_Andrian · 3.9K Views

His Mistress is His Ex-Wife

[Warning: R18+] "Her Greatest Revenge--Seduce him, Break his marriage, Steal his fortune, and lastly... DUMP him." ***** Sabrina Williams' life crumbles after discovering her husband's deceit and the underhanded acquisition of her family's fortune. Presumed dead after a tragic incident, Sabrina reemerges five years later with a new identity and a burning hunger for revenge. Her return sparks romantic chaos amongst the CEO's inner circle, a dazzling array of handsome bachelors vying for her attention. Sabrina Williams finds herself at the center of a romantic whirlwind with unexpected contenders– her protective best friend, a powerful Mafia Boss, and her possessive ex-husband. The stage is set for a pulsating tug-of-war—a clash of love and revenge with emotions running high. The players are all in, and the game is just getting started! ***** When her scandal with her Ex-husband spreads on the internet, bashers curse her tagging her as Shameless Mistress, Worthless Homewrecker, and Evil Slut... however several mighty bachelors unite to defend her. CEO of Top Fashion Company: "Haters go to hell! PS: to those models who antagonized my Goddess, I hereby take our brand sponsorship from them." President of the Largest Entertainment Company: "Fake news! We will take legal action for slandering my Goddess! Artists who cursed her will be banned from my company." Vice Chairman of Biggest Hotel and Resort Company: "Shut up, Bashers! Don't ever step in one of our hotels and resorts!" Domineering Mafia Boss: "Back off! Erase those malicious comments, or else my gang will hunt you down. I'll kill everyone who dares ridicule my Queen! Everyone: "..." Then a confession comment suddenly pops up amidst the chaos. FL's Best friend: "Everyone can hate you but I'll always be there for you. Sabby... I love you... I've been loving you since our childhood years... My first love... and my last." Her ex-husband can no longer stay quiet and declares to the public. Possessive Ex-husband: "She's not my mistress. She's my legal wife." FL Friend Lanny: "Legal Wife your Ass! Crazy Jerk just die!"
ellezar_g · 1.4M Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 10K Views
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