Lady Dreamer

Alert: Mature Content. Contains graphic and explicit scenes. It isss a compilation of irresistible. erotic fantasies and adventures. ****** "You're mine," he whispered, his mouth tracing fire down her neck. "And I'll prove it until you can't remember what it felt like to be untouched." Her protest died in a gasp as he pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her in one smooth motion. Her hips bucked helplessly, clutching at him even as she whispered, "Stop, stop-" But she didn't push him away. She pulled him closer. "That's it," he said, his thumb circling her clit, his pace merciless. "Let me hear the truth." Her moans filled the room, drowning out the TV, the world beyond. The orgasm ripped through her before she was ready, leaving her sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him as though he were the only solid thing in existence. But he wasn't done. He squeezed her throat, just enough to make her choke on her next breath. "Say it." Her body convulsed as another orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. The words spilled out with her scream. "I'm your slut!" His grin was feral, triumphant. "Good girl." He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, slamming back into her soaked pussy from behind. Her face pressed into the cushions, muffling her cries as he pounded into her. "You'll never forget this," he growled, pulling her hair so her head snapped back. "Every time you sit at that desk, every time you look your coworkers in the eye, you'll remember me fucking you like this. You'll remember what you are." Her body shook with another climax, juices spilling down her thighs, soaking the couch. She sobbed into the cushions, too wrecked to resist, too consumed to deny. She couldn't deny it anymore, God help her, but she was addicted to this demon of lust of hers.

Alexa had a drugged one night stand with a stranger and became pregnant but had to flee to avert the shame her circumstance would bring her family. She comes back later seeking answers due to an incident that caused her amnesia. What happens when she finds out that the woman she had known as mother all her life is actually her father's first wife and she was an illegitimate daughter. Her mother, she is told abandoned her immediately she was born. What happens when quest for answers, uncovers alot of undesirable consequences? She finds she is no ordinary wolf but a tribrid and is faced with a trilemma: mated to a Lyncan King, a Vampire Lord and a Wizard Prince, which should she choose as she searches for the father of her pups? And if she finds out that she did not have twins as she thought but triplets , what happens when she remembers her beloved half sister was the one who stole her first son?

'But for you, I would have had a wife. You came and ruined it all, did you consider the lives you were ruining?' Jake asked. 'I did not think...' she started. 'Of course you were not thinking, you were just acting impulsively and now I have to bear the brunt but not alone. Oh, no. Not alone. You owe me and I mean to collect, Catherine Wells!' Cathy was not sorry for what she had done. He needed to have a taste of his own medicine. Whatever was good for the goose is also good for the gander!

Violet could not believe that a sister could be as heartless as her identical twin. She never knew Viola was jealous of the love she shared with Damien until she lost him to her. 'I can't let you have him, Viola', Violet said. 'He is mine and you know it!' 'Let me see you stop me', Viola replied. 'He dies not love you. He lives only me', Viola said with confidence. 'Sorry, be ause I am carrying his child', Viola taunted her. 'My passion got me pregnant with his child, what did your love get you?' she asked smiling smugly. 'He shall marry me, at least to give his name to his child and then where will you be?'

Mirabel had suffered so much In her life. From being sexually abused continuously by her step father while her mother pretended not to be aware to being abused by her employer and then gang raped led by someone she thought was her friend and she could trust. 'I love you Mira. You are different from the rest', Joel whispered. 'I never thought that I could say this to any woman but there, you have really caught me in your web'. Mirabel could also not believe that she could feel this delirious with desire. She had thought her past experiences with sexual abuse had made her frigid. She knew she has trust issues now. But could she afford to trust Joel and risk her heart being broken? Or maybe she should just have a good time and leave him once she was done with him and move on to the next man....

Sharon could not believe that the man who was looking so remote and formidable was the man who had taken her last night. She had thought that he felt the same way she did but she was obviously mistaken, she thought as she was filled with same at how she had lost control of herself and what he must now think of her. She bit her lip and tasted the salt of her own blood. Damn him!

'You feel so right in my arms', he said caressing her lips with the tip of his fingers, his mouth very close to hers, almost touching. 'Really?' she asked, feeling lightheaded and a strong pull towards him. 'Yes. Can't you feel it too? Do you feel this strongly with anyone else? We are meant to be'. We? She thought as she came to her senses. Someone else! But he was still in love with his ex wife and had a mistress who was crazy about him and perhaps he told her the same thing he was telling her now. She felt ashamed of her weakness but gathered enough strength to push him away. 'No, we are not!' she hissed harshly while he looked on with eyes wide with shock and desire .

My mate, Alpha Damien, was holding a sacred naming ceremony for his heir. The only problem? He was celebrating a pup he had with Lyra, a rogue he brought into our pack. And I, his true mate, four months pregnant with his actual heir, was the only one not invited. When I confronted her, she clawed her own arm, drew blood, and screamed that I had attacked her. Damien saw her performance and didn't even look at me. He snarled, using his Alpha's Command to force me to leave, the power of our bond twisted into a weapon against me. Later, she attacked me for real, making me fall. As blood bloomed on my dress, threatening our child's life, she tossed her own pup onto a rug and screamed that I had tried to kill him. Damien burst in, saw me bleeding on the floor, and didn't hesitate. He scooped Lyra's screaming pup into his arms and sprinted away to find a healer, leaving me and his true heir to die. But as I lay there, my mother's voice echoed in my mind through our own link. My family's escort was waiting for me just beyond the territory border. He was about to find out that the Omega he threw away was actually the princess of the most powerful pack in the world.

My husband was in the shower, the sound of water a familiar rhythm to our mornings. I was just placing a cup of coffee on his desk, a small ritual in our five years of what I thought was a perfect marriage. Then, an email notification flashed on his laptop: "You're invited to the Christening of Leo Thomas." Our last name. The sender: Hayden Cleveland, a social media influencer. An icy dread settled in. It was an invitation for his son, a son I didn't know existed. I went to the church, hidden in the shadows, and saw him holding a baby, a little boy with his dark hair and eyes. Hayden Cleveland, the mother, leaned on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. My world crumbled. I remembered him refusing to have a baby with me, citing work pressure. All his business trips, the late nights-were they spent with them? The lie was so easy for him. How could I have been so blind? I called the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him. "I' d like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."

Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley. Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him. That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!" He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law." Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart.

My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career—my first solo art exhibition. I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse. His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine." For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible. So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him. "Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."

The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and planning their secret future in the villa he once promised me. But in our world, wives don't just walk away—they disappear, and I decided to orchestrate my own vanishing act, leaving him to the ruin he so carefully built for himself.

My husband and son were pathologically obsessed with me, constantly testing my love by showering attention on another woman, Kassandra. My jealousy and misery were their proof of my devotion. Then came the car accident. My hand, the one that wrote award-winning film scores, was severely crushed. But Jacob and Anton chose to prioritize Kassandra' s minor head injury, leaving my career in ruins. They watched me, waiting for tears, anger, jealousy. They got nothing. I was a statue, my face a placid mask. My silence unsettled them. They continued their cruel game, celebrating Kassandra' s birthday lavishly, while I sat in a secluded corner, watching them. Jacob even ripped my deceased mother' s gold locket from my neck to give to Kassandra, who then deliberately crushed it under her heel. This wasn't love. It was a cage. My pain was their sport, my sacrifice their trophy. Lying on the cold hospital bed, waiting, I felt the love I had nurtured for years die. It withered and turned to ash, leaving behind something hard and cold. I was done. I would not fix them. I would escape. I would destroy them.

After seven years in a dungeon for a crime I didn't commit, my fated mate, the Alpha who let them drag me away, finally opened my cell door. He announced I would take my place as his Luna, not out of love, but because the law demanded it. But the moment a frantic mind-link came through that his precious Seraphina-my adopted sister, the one who framed me-was having trouble breathing, he abandoned me without a second glance. That night, huddled in a dusty shack, I overheard my own parents' secret conversation. They were planning to have me exiled. Permanently. My return had upset Seraphina, and her "weak heart" couldn't take the shock. I lay there in the darkness, feeling nothing. Not surprise. Not even pain. Just a profound, empty coldness. They were casting me out. Again. But as they plotted my exile, a secret message arrived for me-an offer of escape. A new life in a sanctuary far to the north, where I could leave the Blackmoon Pack behind forever. They thought they were getting rid of me. Little did they know, I was already gone.

The day I saw Jared Stanley's interview, I filed for divorce and moved out of the perfectly maintained home I'd shared with him for three years. In that interview, Jared said his biggest regret in life was that, in a life-or-death situation, he instinctively protected what he called his most "precious national asset." The "asset" he protected wasn't me, his wife. It was his "fragile" colleague, Bailee Brooks. Two days later, at the global press conference for the G20 summit. The same renowned war correspondent asked me the same question. "Ms. Quinn, as a top-tier simultaneous interpreter, what would you say is the professional principle you are most proud of?" I looked directly at Jared sitting in the front row. "True professionalism is knowing that my husband risked his life to protect his mistress, and still being able to calmly, as the lead interpreter, accurately convey the commands that would ultimately save him."

Kaelen was supposed to be my destiny. The future Alpha of our pack, my childhood love, and my fated mate. But one night, I smelled another woman on him-a sickly sweet Omega scent I knew all too well. I followed him and found them under the great oak, locked in a lover's kiss. His betrayal was a slow and deliberate poison. When his precious Omega, Lyra, staged a fall, he cradled her like she was made of glass. But when he sabotaged my saddle during a dangerous jump, causing my horse to throw me and break my leg, he called it a "warning" not to touch her. His care for me afterward was just damage control to avoid my father's suspicion. At a public auction, he used my family's money to buy her a priceless diamond, leaving me humiliated and unable to pay. I finally understood what I'd overheard on the pack's mind-link days before. To him and his brothers-in-arms, I was just a "pampered princess," a prize to be won for power. Lyra was the one they truly desired. He thought he could break me, force me to accept being second best. He was wrong. On the night of my 20th birthday, the night I was supposed to be bonded to him, I stood before two packs and made a different choice. I rejected him and announced my union with a rival Alpha, a man who sees me as a queen, not a consolation prize.

My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.