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Élodie Grace Laurent never meant to say his name out loud. It was just a podcast. A harmless confession. A quiet crush. She didn't expect the internet to run with it - or for Central Cee to see the clip, save it, and press like. What starts as a viral moment turns into late-night FaceTimes, soft laughter behind closed doors, and a love that's never announced but always felt. No captions. No labels. Just presence. The world watches from the outside, guessing. They live the truth in private. 2026 stats: #1 centralcee #1 Youtube

He was my dad's best friend. Twice my age. And the first man who ever made me come. He didn't just teach me about sex. He taught me obsession. How it feels to crave someone you're not supposed to want. How it feels to be ruined-and love every second of it. Then he left. Now he's back, acting like I should care. Like I owe him a conversation, a second chance, a piece of myself. But I'm not that girl anymore. I've learned how to fake smiles, how to bury want beneath anger, how to keep my legs closed and my heart locked shut. He wants to explain. I want to forget.

A steamy escape for your PMS nights. Content Warning: This story contains sexual scenes, themes of infidelity, sexual dominance, and objectification. Intended for adult readers. -------- Mariana, the eldest of four orphaned siblings, has just received the call she's been praying for-her youngest brother has found a heart donor. But the miracle comes with a cruel price: a surgery bill far beyond what a high school graduate, stuck cleaning supermarket floors, could ever afford. With no time, no degree, and nothing but debt and desperation, she's left with one option: accept a proposition that comes cloaked in wealth, secrecy, and unspoken rules. Niel Hunter, heir to a global empire, once chased danger for sport-skydiving from helicopters, diving into pitch-black caves, outrunning fear in machines built for death. But the older he got, the more he craved a different kind of thrill: the delicious high of forbidden touch, the power of orchestrating a secret no one else could see. A secret woman bound to him by contract, not desire. A trembling voice saying "yes, Sir" while the world sees only his flawless smile. This isn't about seduction-it's about surrender. About watching her fall to addiction and knowing every step down was guided by his hand. When their paths collide, Mariana becomes part of his hidden game-paid handsomely to obey, to keep quiet, to serve a man who takes her everything. But how long can Niel keep this twisted salvation hidden from his wife, his daughters, and his family?

Four years ago, Selena Moreau gave her heart to a man she had no business loving. She was a seamstress-young, gifted, and far from home. He was a prince, caught between duty and desire, with promises that tasted like forever. In the quiet shadows of the palace, they shared something soft, something sacred... until the world outside tore it apart. Now, Selena lives a quiet life in the town no one of importance ever visits, raising her son with careful hands and a guarded heart. She asks for nothing. Expects even less. The boy she bore is hers alone, and she intends to keep it that way. But when the newly crowned king returns and their paths cross once more, old feelings begin to stir-and buried truths rise to the surface. Alexander is back... not just in her world, but dangerously close to the one secret that binds them forever. He wants to know his son. He wants to understand what he lost. But after everything he left behind... will she let him in? A story of first love, betrayal, and the slow, aching journey back to one another-where the cost of silence may be the only thing keeping them apart.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

"If someone disrespects you, curse them." Arabella Riddle was raised in the shadows of her father's legacy and her mother's madness. After being kicked out of every prestigious magic school in the world, she's finally at Hogwarts with one last chance. She expected the cold stares. She expected the whispers. What she didn't expect was a brother she never knew existed-Mattheo Riddle-and a cousin, Draco Malfoy, who is the only thing keeping her sane. But as the Slytherin elite begin to circle, Arabella finds herself caught between a brother who wants to control her and Theodore Nott-the boy who hates her name but can't seem to stay away from her. In a house of snakes, loyalty is a lie, and love is a death sentence.

When Harrielle Potter defeated Voldemort, she thought she'd finally get peace in her life. Yet even in death, he haunted her. Broken by grief and depression, she found a way to cope by writing in his old diary. Little did she know that through magic and a breach in time, young Tom Riddle could read every heartfelt thought she poured into those pages.

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. A smirk on his lips. "Tell me, how many times have I f*cked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" He questioned, voice polished. ............... He's my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs, even if it might be the end of me. I'm willing to let him ruin me. Impressive rankings #1 - steamy (29/01/2026)

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478