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Daddys Little Whore
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
Daddy's Little Whore
🔞🔞🔞 WARNING!!! "Drop your hands and spread those legs, I want to see all of you." Clint commanded knowing very well what his deep and husky voice was doing to her. ***** Keira, heiress and only daughter to one of the richest men in her country had many problems that the world knew nothin
He Married A Whore
She's a popular prostitute who would do anything to make her life better. But life has another plan for her. She met the popular billionaire who wanted her to work for him as his baby's nanny. People were against him bringing her in. But what they don't know was that it was never her plan to be a pr
I'm Not Your Whore!
Alana is forced to marry Adrian, a cold and vengeful heir to a business empire. This marriage isn't about love-it's punishment. To Adrian, Alana is merely a tool for revenge for the betrayal her family has committed against him. From the first night, Adrian treats her with contempt, viewing her as
A Luna and A Whore
Jasmine Wembley was born an Omega...the lowest rank, a nobody. Left to fend for herself in a world where power is law, she used the only tools she had: her body, her charm, and a mind sharper than any wolf's claws. Branded a whore by her pack, Jasmine carved her way into the dens of powerful men, s
Little Homespun
In a way, this book, “Little Homespun,” is a story quite by itself. In another way it is a sequel to “Courage,” although you can “catch its thread” without having read a line of “Courage.” Now some grown people, and I presume some children, do not care for sequels at all, but I happen to know that t
Little Women
Little Women is a novel by American author Louisa May Alcott (1832–1888), which was originally published in two volumes in 1868 and 1869. Alcott wrote the books rapidly over several months at the request of her publisher.The novel follows the lives of four sisters—Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March—detail
Little Lucy
Diary off a teen in the new school stirred up by love. This is high school love, by Lucy
LITTLE VIRGIN
Now that classes are in session, the material is extremely challenging! She wishes to write about my world and the domme. And rather than taking her, I'm meant to teach her. However, her feisty demeanor begs to be subdued. Her innocence cries out to be captured. I'm confident that my whip will
Little Brother
I wrote Little Brother in a white-hot fury between May 7, 2007 and July 2,2007: exactly eight weeks from the day I thought it up to the day I fin-ished it (Alice, to whom this book is dedicated, had to put up with meclacking out the final chapter at 5AM in our hotel in Rome, where wewere celebrating
Little Women
Based loosely on Louisa May Alcott's own upbringing, Little Women follows the lives of four sisters - Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March. Each girl has a vision of what their ideal future will bring, though ultimately experiencing, as most young do, something completely different. Little Women, originally
Little Wife
At first, Daniel thought that all the jokes by Dicky and Calisa that were always made to him in the past were just a joke. Who knows that this joke had to be made by Daniel. Daniel should be forced to marry Lita who still has student's status. Both of them strongly opposed the ridiculous mar
Little Angel
A daughter, A sister , A girl is an Angel. 🪽 " An Angel is Heart of the Family " 🩵 This story Revolves Around a little girl who is light and Shine of the family. 🩷 They are not the king and prince but they treat her like a Princess. 👑 Let's join the journey of the little Girl and face her h
Little Bird
Phoenix Arnold was born into riches a man of great and unfathomable wealth, he had everything except freedom from his mother he dreamed of a perfect life and a perfect marriage but just to go against his mother he refused his chosen wife and picked the one woman his mother will definitely go against
My First Love is a Whore
"You like what you see?" said Alison. "Absolutely" "It's all yours for the night. You can touch. You can feel it. You can taste too." Damn! That sexy voice Thirty-five-year-old Christopher Martins is a CEO of a pharmaceutical company. He has got the money, the body, and the cute face but has
Once His Bully. Now His Whore
They say karma strikes when you least expect it. And for me, it did. That small boy I once harassed, ignored, and bullied is now a fully grown Urekai Alpha with immense power, unmatched strength, and a name associated with many fearsome reputations. And because he once swore vengeance, I have been
Little Miss Grasshopper
In Dresden, not far from the Terrace on the Elbe, stands a large stone house. One sunny July morning Herr Feland was sitting there in his easy chair, and holding such a large newspaper in front of him that nothing at all could be seen of his face.
