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An erotic, emotional, and dramatic forbidden love story between siblings. This sure is a must to read!

Cactus Culture For Amateurs by W. Watson

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Novita accidentally picked up a piece of jewelry in an ancient cemetery belonging to a king. After that, she realized that a light had brought her to a much different life. Novita was in the body of a beautiful princess named Dewi Pramesthi. The princess was meek and in poor health. Novita's presence in her body automatically made the princess' personality change. Novita felt the royal life in the past and was finally stunned by Bayu Adjie's good looks. She realizes that Dewi Pramesti has been betrothed but as Novita, of course she cannot deny her feelings for Bayu Adjie. When Novita tried to approach Bayu Adjie, she was always saved by a young man named Astradarma, according to the story, Astradarma was Dewi Pramesthi's future husband. This of course makes Novita confused between Bayu Adjie, whom she likes, or Astradarma, who is the future husband of Dewi Pramesthi, the owner of the raga. Who will Novita choose?

Althea threw ice water in her blind date's face-and walked out without looking back. That should have been the end of it. But the man who saw everything from the corner of the cafe had other plans. Darion Sharp was cold, controlling, and utterly untouchable. He didn't date. He didn't touch. He didn't let anyone close. But his dying grandfather's final wish was to see him married-so he made Althea an offer she couldn't refuse: Marry me, and I'll pay for your grandfather's medical care. Three months. Separate lives. No physical contact. It should have been simple. But the man who demanded a three-foot radius of personal space had a past written in scars across his back. The woman who sold tacos from a food truck had once been the heir to a media empire-until Althea's family framed her as a fraud and threw her out like garbage. Now she's living in his penthouse, hiding her grill pans from his obsessive cleanliness, waking up to find her grandfather wandering into dangerous streets-and discovering that her cold, distant husband isn't just wealthy. He's dangerous. When thugs corner Althea in an alley, he walks through the filth in a thousand-dollar suit to stand between her and them. When her landlord kicks her out at midnight, his security team arrives before she can finish her sentence. She thought she was marrying a man in debt. She thought she could handle a transactional arrangement. Althea was wrong about everything. Because the man who flinched at her touch is the same man who tossed his jacket over her shoulders in the rain. The man who hid scars from a brutal past is the same man who crashed a board meeting to answer her call. She's not just his wife. She's his weakness. And Althea is about to discover that the secrets he's keeping are only the beginning. "Pray you never have a reason to use that number." She had a reason. And now there's no going back.

"Claudia," Travis called but she began to place little kisses on his back. She trudged to his front before shoving her lips over his hungrily and roughly. Firstly he didn't give in but soon, Travis began to kiss her with intensity too. Travis began to nibble her neck as Claudia's breath hitched beneath her throat making her breath come out in puffs. Soon they began to kiss again until they got into an empty room. Travis pushed her to the wall as they deepened the kiss. They eagerly started to remove one another's clothing. Claudia was done as she quickly unhooked Travis's button. They fell to the bed as Travis began to ponder his member deeply into another woman vagina as the moans and groans of their ecstasy filled the air. "

"I reject you, Omega." "Alpha Lucas, there seems to be a misunderstanding. It wasn't me who-" "Save your breath, Omega. I've heard enough." "I would never accept an Omega as my Luna. " his voice had declared, a harsh decree that had struck me like a dagger to the heart. "You should learn from your sister, instead of becoming a worthless omega, don't you feel ashamed of so many scandals? Leave now, you should understand that your actions will hurt Seraphina." ************ I was a lone wolf, entangled in a web of secrets and lies, and the notorious male wolf I had just shared a bed with was the last person I should have been involved with. And as I stood there, the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future crashing over me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the price I had to pay for my reckless pursuit of freedom. I will counterattack and become a unique female warrior under three packs so that everyone can no longer despise and ignore me.

The image of him being happy and loving with my best friend felt like betrayal. It felt like he had launched a knife into my heart while I was struggling to breathe. How could he betray me this way? How could he betray me with my best friend? "You said you loved me." I cried out and brushed the tears running down my face away. He stared at me, and the coldness in his eyes mirrored the one his mother always had for me. "That was my greatest mistake." I felt cold. ..... Once Imela believed love was enough, but not anymore. Love was just another lie that the weak believed in to keep them from seeing the truth: that there was no place for people like them in this world.

Eleanor, a young woman who has been through the wringer. Treated poorly by her stepfamily and betrayed by her long-term boyfriend and step-sister, she's left feeling broken and vulnerable. But just when she thinks all hope is lost, she meets a man who proposes a daring solution - a contract marriage. As Eleanor enters into this unorthodox arrangement, little does she know that danger is lurking around every corner. In a shocking turn of events, she is kidnapped by her ex, sending her life spiraling out of control. But fear not, for her contracted husband comes to her rescue and the two of them begin to discover an unexpected chemistry between them. As their relationship blossoms into something more than just a contractual agreement, dark forces begin to emerge, threatening to tear them apart. Will Eleanor succumb to the pressure and leave Harrison behind, or will Harrison stand by her side and fight against those who seek to destroy their love? You won't want to miss a single moment of this gripping tale of love, danger, and betrayal.

He walked into my mother's life like he belonged there. A tall man with a calm voice and unreadable eyes. He smelled like clean soap and sin, like whiskey sipped under expensive chandeliers. When he smiled at my mother, I noticed how his dimple only dipped on one side. When he looked at me, he hesitated-just a second too long for it to be innocent. That was when I knew I was in trouble. I was seventeen, old enough to know better, but young enough to feel everything all at once. He was thirty-eight, a respected architect who spoke in quiet words and made grown men listen. My mother called him her fresh start. But I couldn't stop staring. At dinner, I watched the veins in his hand as he held his wine glass. I memorized the way his lips curved around words like darling and sweetheart. My mother thought he was saying it to her. I let her believe that. But I knew. That first night, when he helped me carry the dishes, our hands brushed. He didn't pull away. And I didn't breathe. That was the night I fell in love with my stepfather.

Elara Fynn always knew her family was wealthy, but wealth came with rules. No one marries outside the family. No one questions the strange rituals that keep their fortune alive. But when a forbidden love ignites with Kael Lunaris, the last thing she expects is to uncover a dark secret: her family are wolves, bound by an ancient ritual that demands more than loyalty, it demands blood. Can she break the cycle without losing herself? Or will the weight of tradition crush her heart forever?

"Fuck Me harder" "Don't Stop" "I think I am cumming Lilith" "I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me. But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more. I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I've heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn. I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I've never felt no matter how many times I've tried. As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can't escape: What if it's not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me? My search for satisfaction has begun... but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?

"Calista!" Nix called out to me. "What? Is there a problem?" I felt the tension in his eyes. "You're not going to jail anymore, Caliee. The accident proved everything!" He shouted, embracing me and kissing my forehead. I couldn't help but slowly start to cry. "It's okay, Caliee, I told you that you're innocent." "T-thank you, Nix." I checked all my social media accounts and found both negative and positive comments at the same time. This is the reality that I can't avoid haters in the online world. Many are on my side, many are on Caleb's, as if we're fighting our own beliefs. I sat down on the couch, feeling incredibly happy and anxious at the same time. I know Caleb won't give up on me. "Calista!" I heard someone call my name outside the hotel door. "Come out!" they shouted, banging on the door. When I opened it, the heavily intoxicated Caleb greeted me, "C-Caleb?" I asked. Many were holding him back, but he was struggling, "L-let go, bro." He looked at me as if scrutinizing my entire being. "Fine! Let out your anger on me, what else do you want? Everything's been proven... It was all an accident!" As the guards left, he entered my room, slowly approaching me until I leaned against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred, as if he could kill me at any moment. "W-what do you--" I couldn't speak anymore as he punched the wall next to me. “Why, Calista? Why did you take away the woman I love?" He shouted at me while continuing to cry. "W-what do you want!" I shouted back, pushing him away. He threw my belongings, hitting my foot, causing me to stumble. "D-damn it, what!" I held my injured foot, looking straight at him, observing his angry face. I took a deep breath and spoke again, "What do you want to make you quiet? My body? Money? Wealth! That's all I have! If you want me to bring back your fiancée..." "I'm not God! Do you understand? If I could bring her back, I would've done it already, I regret it every day, every hour." I want this to end, I'm so tired. I can't take it anymore. I straightened my head bravely. I uttered the words I knew I would regret. "If I have sex with you, will you forgive me?" I bravely asked, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks. He stared at my entire body, unable to even look into my eyes. "I will never forgive you," he replied weakly and hoarsely. "Why? It wasn't intentional, it was all an accident! It's not my fault that your fiancée died, I lost my brakes, how many times do I have to tell you that I-I'm not at fault!" "It's your fault! because damn you, why? Calista? why did you kill my fiancée!" A loud shout stunned me. It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's an accident, I didn't mean to kill anyone, I didn't have brakes that day! "Why don't you just give up? Why do you still fight for your beliefs, even though both of us know that it's really you! f*ck you! Calista." I took a deep breath and looked at his face. "W-will you have sex with me! After that, my debt to you will be paid, can we do that, prosecutor Villanueva?" I bravely asked again. He stared at me, unresponsive. "Stop," he shouted loudly. "Why? Don't you want to? So I can pay you back! You'll disgrace me! Take away my dignity! Because it's my fault! Because I'm a b*tch! Because this is what you want, to feel every day that something is being taken from me! That I'm being robbed! But you don't want money, you want me to regret it every day, so here it is." He approached me and kissed me, my tears flowing as he kissed me, while he undressed me, I was sobbing softly, he continued kissing me, from my ears down to my neck, he observed my entire body. He slowly laid me down, slowly removing my clothes, as he did, I closed my eyes. He continued to explore my body, from my thighs to even the deepest parts of my femininity. DESCRIPTION: "Caleb Wyven Villanueva" is a prosecutor who is willing to do everything for his loved one, recognizing nothing, but what is in accordance with the law. But what if one day this man wakes up that the woman he loves is already de@d? Will he fight for her? Or will he just let go?

Venessa foster 18 years old cute, naive, and kind-hearted person. she was living a normal life with good grades until she meets a devil living in a greek god-like body. Lorenzo Francisco, 26 years old ruthless, cold, unforgiving, manipulative, and merciless businessman. As C.E.O of Francisco group's, he has billions on his name. The wind carries the way he kills and manipulates people in Los Angeles making everyone tremble in fear. He was envied by men and wanted by women. What happens when this dark and aloof billionaire meets the naive Venessa? Will love win the game?

Giselle Namiozuka never imagined that someone was stalking her life, disturbing the girl until she felt annoyed and bothered. The disturbance didn't stop even after warnings were given; instead, threats came that would tarnish Giselle's name. As a top model and with her level of popularity reaching its peak, Giselle worried if the threats would actually be carried out by the stalker. Upon learning who the stalker was, Giselle was completely taken aback, as well as intrigued by the stalker's motives. It was the CEO of the owner company of a private broadcasting station that played a significant role in elevating reputations in various circles. Eventually, Giselle realized that the stalker had genuine intentions and made her fall in love. Unfortunately, Giselle overlooked one fact: that the obstacles to their love were the people who began to disturb her past. A dark past that she wanted to bury as deep as possible. Can they both be happy together? Or must they part ways when they cannot let go of each other?

"Sign the papers, Zack. Three years was the deal. I'm done being your sanctuary." Zack stared at the man who had dragged him out of the dirt and taught him how to breathe again. Nathan Durand, the crown prince of the Cocolink syndicate, stood like a monolith of ice, his silver eyes devoid of the heat that usually scorched Zack's skin in the dark. "Is it because of her?" Zack's voice was a jagged glass fragment. "Because Madeline is back?" "It's because you're a liability," Nathan snapped, his jaw tight enough to crack bone. "I need a partner who carries a blade, not a ghost who jumps at shadows." THE BLURB Broken. Sold. Silent. Zackary Moreau spent a decade rotting in a basement, a secret prisoner of a man who used his rare bloodline as a laboratory experiment. When he finally breaks free, he doesn't find liberty-he finds Nathan Durand. The lethal heir to the Cocolink mafia empire is everything Zack should fear: possessive, violent, and cold. But Nathan offers a bargain Zack can't refuse: three years of marriage in exchange for a name that keeps the world at bay. Saved. Owned. Obsessed. For three years, they lived a lie that felt dangerously like a life. Nathan turned the shivering boy into a man of the syndicate, protecting him with a brutality that bordered on madness. But as the contract's end date looms, the shadows return. Rival bosses want Zack's blood, and a woman from Nathan's past is back to claim the throne. On the eve of their anniversary, Nathan delivers the final blow: he wants a divorce.

I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son. "Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics." Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out. Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold. To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping. Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money. As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden. "Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen." Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul. Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders. The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer. But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late. Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort. I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies. Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.

The silence in Damien Harrison' s penthouse was a heavy thing, pressing down on me. I was a ghost in this polished cage, a former bartender now a prisoner, all because my father' s death was called an accident, and Damien knew I knew it was a lie. He walked into the room without a sound and told me to get on my knees, a command, not a request, then threatened my sick mother' s life and expensive new treatment for defying him. Slowly, I knelt on the cold marble, the humiliation a burning in my gut as he watched with cold satisfaction, telling me to stay there because he had guests coming. Two stone-faced men in dark suits entered, and Harrison' s voice cut through the air: "Don' t fight back. Don' t make a sound. Endure it." The first blow was a heavy slap, blood filling my mouth, followed by a kick to the ribs that stole my breath, but I didn't scream, clinging to the memory of my father. When it was finally over, Harrison knelt beside me, his scent filling my senses, telling me I was resilient, "Just like him," and that my father' s principles got him killed. He left me alone, bruised and aching, but under the pain, a cold, hard resolve took root. I pushed myself up, limping to the bathroom, seeing a stranger with swollen features in the reflection. He thought he could break me. He was wrong; he had only shown me what I was truly fighting for.

My hands, once surgeons' hands, now trembled balancing champagne glasses at an elite medical summit. My wife, Sarah, lay in a coma, kept alive by machines. My daughter, Lily, traumatized, diagnosed with severe autism, was a ghost in our home. My career, my reputation, my life – all shattered by a malpractice suit that wasn't my fault, and an amusement park incident that left me with broken ribs and my family broken beyond repair. I poured every last cent, every ounce of my being, into their care, working menial jobs just to survive. Then, a voice announced a speaker on stage: "Dr. Sarah Miller, presenting 'New Advances in Brainstem Injury Repair'..." The name, the topic, the face I saw under the spotlight, hit me like a physical blow. It was Sarah. My Sarah. Confident, brilliant, and clearly not comatose. The champagne tray slipped. Crash. Security grabbed me, but I didn't care. "She's my wife! Sarah! She should be in the ICU right now! She's in a coma!" Her eyes, for a split second, flickered with panic before settling into cold composure. The man next to her, Andrew Sterling, CEO of Sterling Medical Group, stepped forward, handing me a business card, his face full of contempt. Whispers of their shared past, of her being his company's chief expert, swirled around me, twisting the knife. Was our entire nine-year marriage a lie? The applause for the brilliant Dr. Miller mocked my agony, making me wonder if I had been the biggest fool of all.

Being an Omega isn't an easy job. In fact, it's one of the hardest jobs within a wolf pack and often a role that gets looked down on constantly. But it is a job that Chloe Patterson cherishes and tries to perfect every day. No matter what gets thrown at her, Chloe remains strong. She pushes herself to do her best because it's what her mother taught her to do from a young age. And even though Chloe's mother has long since passed, Chloe still remembers everything her mother taught her about pack levels. Chloe knows that even though she is an omega, she plays an important role within the pack. Chloe also knows that high titles don't always equal strength. When Chloe finds out who her mate is on her eighteenth birthday, she is a little hesitant. Chloe knows she will do a good job meeting the requirements for her new title, but her mate disagrees. And when he publicly rejects her over her omega status, Chloe stands tall. She lets the secret she has kept for thirteen years out and walks away from the pack she has worked so hard for. Will Chloe's mate regret his decision to reject his omega mate? Will Chloe find her second chance? Will justice come for the wrongdoing done thirteen years ago?