These stories are intended for mature audiences only. Contains graphic language and sexual content. All works under this are written by me.

THIS IS A HINDI SMUTT STORY THOSE WHO ARE NOT COMFORTABLE PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT 18+ ABUSIVE LANGUAGE FORCED MARRIGES

I didn't mean to see it. It's his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed. I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He's cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth. But I've never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have, I can't seem to think of anything else. I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home. Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I'm going to have to find a way. And the masked Halloween party at his best friend's house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

"𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂," "That's it, sweetheart. Ride me. Take your pleasure." "Attagirl." 18+ ______________________ Book 1. Plotty & Spicy ;)) Each chapter is a sexy story with different plot lines and hot characters. The trope is written at the beginning of the story along with the songs you can play while reading. * * * -->> Chapters 15 & 21 WLW ;)) * * * --->> Chapters 22/27 MHA one shots. * * * -->> Chapters 29 & 40 non-smutty. * * * All the black and white spicy art in the story are by me! Enjoy !! <3

What would you do if fate sent you a text message? Text back, of course. ~*~

"You see him as an heir of your empire and not as a family member. All you care about is the inheritance and not the child. If all you want is an heir then why not marry someone and produce as many heirs as you want." She stopped as she narrowed her eyes at him. And then with a mocking expression she continued, "Or is it that you are unable to Re.Pro.Duce??" seeing the angry flush on his face her heart smiled with satisfaction. But before she could celebrate her little victory against him he pulled her from her wrist and she collided with his hard chest. Snaking an arm around her waist he held her tightly as she struggled in his hold. "Don't play with fire, Ms Lilly Jones or don't complain to me later if you end up getting burned." "I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." she spitted. "The feelings are mutual then, sweetheart." he smiled. _______________ He married her to fulfil a promise he had made long ago. She was supposed to be a bride in name only, a wife just on papers. Then why he felt an undeniable hunger in him every time she met his gaze. Desiring her wasn't a part of his plans. He has never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. And that's where everything started to take an unexpected turn... Started on : 27 Dec 2020 Completed on :12 March 2021 ------------- Word count : I'll tell you when I'm done counting 😪

Love. Old flings. Infidelity. Fantasies. Confessions. There's always something that makes you hungry for physical intimacy. Even if it hurts you in the end. Updates will be given when possible as I have a very busy schedule. Feel free to comment, vote and add to your library! Happy reading babes! All image credits go to @ReeseRoyce on Instagram. ***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING NOVEL CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, SEXUAL CONTEXT, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE***

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'I hope for us.' 'This hope gives me strength to breath.' 'Strength to fight with our odds.' 'One day to win over our demons.' 'Hope for that one day is like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.' I raised my hand to catch rain drops falling on the glass window. Two arms encircled around my waist from back flinching me at my spot. His touch. He nuzzled his face in my hairs. "Ohh thank god. You came back." His hot breath on my shoulder blade. "Do you know how much I missed you?" "You know I cannot live with out you. I need you. I need you." His lips on my neck, shudders passed down my spine. "I knew you will be back to me." "I love you." He made me turn and kissed my forehead closing his eyes. Tears were flowing from his eye but his lips were enriched with small smile. "I love you so much Meera" he mumbled against my skin. "Myra" I had to break his reverie. "Meera" He was still lost. "Neil, I am Myra." He studied my face. He took step back keeping his eyes on my face, trying to find someone. To be precise.... My sister.... My twin sister. His teary eyes turned in to charcoal red in a moment when reality hit him hard. "Get out" he looked everywhere but not at me. "Neil" "You don't have any right to enter in this room. GET OUT" He shouted on top of his voice. Warm tears started streaming on my cheeks. "Dare you step in this room again." I bowed my head and was stepping out. I was at door step when I heard his ear piercing scream. It pinched my heart. Neil ran towards crib to pick his son in his arms. 'I knew he needed me.' Neil cooed Neev, but he was also stubborn like his father. He was crying, he was asking me to take him in my embrace by raising his hands looking at me. 'My baby was telling me to stop. To hold him. To love him'