Hazel was scandalized when she woke up after having a sex dream with her best friend, Shawn. How can that happen? Was she so sex deprived that she had to have a sensual dream with a guy who only sees her as a sister? Knowing nothing is ever going to happen between them, Hazel wanted to forget about her stupid dream. But the vividness of it all makes her want to wish it can become real, too. And she wasn't surprised when she started feeling so jealous after Shawn introduced her to his new girlfriend. Even with the appearance of another dashing man in her life, it still wasn't enough to distract her hopeless romantic heart. And she couldn't ignore the ever growing affection she has for her best friend, Shawn. Will she ever have a chance at a happy ever after with her oblivious first love?
THE shower room was slowly filled with steam coming from the hot shower, spraying two bodies underneath it.
Hazel knew that the warm water coming from the shower above her was not the only reason why she was feeling like her whole body was on fire. It was because of her best friend, Shawn, and his mouth between her legs...
She held onto the soap holder attached to the shower room wall, looking for support as she gave herself into the overwhelming pleasure that started to consume her whole body, while Shawn's tongue was moving expertly around her sensitive flesh. The wetness dripping from her thighs was starting to grow thick with lust. Shawn's mouth sinfully lingers on every inch of her skin his lips touched. Hazel's free hand moved to clutch at his wet hair.
She looked down to him, his cheeks between her legs, down on one knee in a comfortable position in front of her, between her parted legs while she was upright and leaning against the tiled shower room wall.
"Fuck! Your mouth feels amazing, Shawn!" She moaned.
He hummed and Hazel loved the delicious vibration that it sent through her body.
"Do that again."
Shawn stared up at her with a heavy-lidded gaze and hummed beneath her again. He moved his face as his mouth lapped earnestly at her entire slit. Hazel's hips bucked when his hardened tongue touched her now overly sensitive bud.
Oh my God, she thought.
When Shawn pushed the tip of his tongue inside her, her upper teeth sank on the side of her soft bottom lip.
She could not hold back from making noises as Shawn continued to kiss and suck her core. His fingers dug deep onto her thighs as he kept sending delicious pleasures from underneath her body.
"Oh my God, Shawn! I'm close!" She cried.
As Shawn played with Hazel's sensitive bud, again and again, gently pulling it with his warm lips, and flicking it multiple times with his hardened tongue, Hazel gripped harder at his hair and pushed her head back against the wall, shutting her eyes closed, and a satisfied moan escaped her throat upon her release.
HAZEL'S chest was heaving up and down in deep breaths when she bolted upright the bed. She scanned her surrounding. She was in her room. No sign of Shawn or anybody.
What-it was a dream!?
Well, what kind of dream was that? Was she that sex-deprived that she had to dream about being eaten out, and in the bathroom no less! And of all people, with Shawn!
She pulled her blanket away from her legs and found that she was soaking wet between them. She shook her head in disbelief and buried her face in her pillow and screamed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" How can she have a freaking wet dream with her best friend? And she even leaked and spoiled her sheets!
When she was able to calm herself down, she dropped her legs on the side of the bed. Her feet found her house slippers and wore them. She stood up and quickly walked to the bathroom.
This is crazy, she thought. How can she face Shawn now without thinking about that stupid dream? The way he looked at her with lust-filled eyes, his tight manly grip around her thighs that's both painful and provoking.
And his mouth... Oh, God! The feeling of his mouth on her womanhood was so real, it doesn't seem like a dream at all.
Come on, stop thinking about it, Hazel! She told herself.
Hazel almost jumped when her phone rang. From the doorway to the bathroom, she sprinted back to the bed and picked up the device.
She saw Shawn's face register on the screen and her cheeks burn instantly. She swallowed twice before accepting the call.
"H-hey?"
"Morning, Hazel!"
She cleared her throat. "You're up early," she said.
"Well, it's ten o'clock."
Her eyes widened. She pulled the phone away from her ear and touched the screen to see the time. No kidding, it was really past ten o'clock. She never slept in that late.
Stupid dream...
"Are you just now waking up?" He asked, sounding confused.
"Y-yeah. I stayed up late last night," she lied.
Hazel could imagine Shawn nodding at what she said.
"So, by the way, I just want to make sure you're still on for dinner tonight?"
Hazel threw her gaze on one corner of the room, trying to remember what the dinner was about. She flicked her finger when she recalled the conversation she had with him the other day, he told her he wants to introduce her to his friend.
She had no idea who that friend may be. After what she had just dreamed about, she could not care less about meeting new people. If any, she really just wanted to see Shawn as soon as possible.
"Y-yeah. Of course. Just text me the time and the restaurant."
"That's my girl. Well, hurry up and go to work. Andrea sounds frantic when I called your office earlier."
Hazel let out a short laugh. "Andrea panics about anything."
Shawn laughed, too. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"Yup."
When the call ended, Hazel immediately returned to the bathroom. But as soon as she was inside, her mind was instantly flooded with vivid scenes from the dream, she found herself unable to stop her hands when they moved spontaneously to the middle of her thighs.
She bit her lip. She should not be doing this, but her hand seemed to have a mind of its own, it started drawing circles over her clit, the way Shawn in her dream was doing the same with his tongue.
She was still wet, her finger moved easily around her flesh.
"Shawn!" She was surprised when she heard her voice.
Hazel cupped her breast with her free hand and weakly fell back on the frosted glass partition of the shower, sighing contentedly to the pleasure she was giving herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined the way he looked at her while he was sucking her core beneath her. She called for Shawn's name again as she fell apart from the intense pleasure.
Victoria had a rough life. But thanks to a very wealthy businessman, she was able to save herself from it. Malcolm is so in love with her and is willing to give her everything. Before they get married, he said that he wanted to officially introduce her to his son as his future wife. But to Victoria’s biggest surprise, Malcolm’s son, Ian, turned out to be the very same person she met in the past. Back when she started believing in love and fairy tales. Back when she thought she could get a happy ever after, too. But Ian no longer looks at her the same he did before. Now, all he wants to do is expose the lies of her past to his dad and make sure the wedding would never happen. Victoria is willing to do anything to stop Ian from doing so. Even if it would mean being a fool for him again...
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
This is a story about two damaged people who came together because of one's desire and the other's fear. Cassandra She was young, innocent, loving, and pretty with big eyes that showed her soul. She was stunningly beautiful but broken and alone, trapped in a world of monsters. Then he appeared. People say he is the worst monster of all, someone you pray never to meet. Will she escape him, or will he become her whole world? Dominic He was ruthless, aggressive, and merciless. Everyone feared him, and he was proud to be the king of his world. But he was also broken. Then she appeared. She was like a fragile doll, his doll. Will he take what he wants and move on, or will she become his life? "Let me go, please," she begged. He buried his face in her neck and tightened his grip around her arms. "Shhhh... breathe, love," he whispered. She cringed at his nickname for her, and he continued, "You are mine, and I am never letting you go. I will give you everything, my love, except your freedom from me."
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.