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Desired by the Famous Rake of Monclair

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (R18)] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he snorted, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that their breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. But neither of them seemed to realize. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting lips in return. Penelope’s heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened as they remained on those inviting lips. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!
Ace_zza · 56.8k Views

Seven Years As Secret Wife

Veronica went from college boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife with Jonathan Rollings. They got married and on Jonathan’s request, kept their marriage a secret. He even gave her a silver band saying one day he would change it to a diamond ring. Two years after their marriage, Jonathan met Imelda who promised to help him build his business for a favor. Fulfilling this favor, seven years have passed by. Today, she’s still legally married to Jonathan Rollings, now one of the city's most powerful men, yet she serves wine at his parties in a server's uniform while Imelda openly calls him her fiance. Not only this, to the world, her husband is dead. Even her daughter cannot call her father Jonathan and must call him “Mr. Rollings”, while Imelda’s son calls him “dad” in public. She has endured it all in silence, hoping one day he will accept them in public. But after seven years of silence, she gives up. Behind Veronica’s back, something else was quietly unraveling. Marriage records changed, money she never received, correspondence she never heard of. Imelda didn’t want to make Jonathan forget Veronica, she was erasing her from his life. But when she saw not only her health but her daughter’s life was also affected, she decided to give up and stop sacrificing anymore. Now, with a countdown running, Veronica decides to give Jonathan the last chance to choose her or Imelda, and finally she takes the decision. Some could lose everything they thought they were protecting. Some will find they never left them. And one woman, who was a secret for seven years, will become a truth no one can deny. Veronica survived being erased. The only question is, whether Jonathan can see through Imelda’s schemes and win his love, Veronica, back or not.
Sipra_Chander · 137.3k Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 829.6k Views

PURE FACE KILLER

When Fantalia Doree was small she started with a big bang. A deadly killer who is at large commiting crimes she carve her victims and leaves her signature PFK making it look like a work of art which it was. The thrill of hunting down her preys makes her all the more daring at playing the game of cat and mouse with the detectives. The worst part is that publicly she was so angelic in all her looks and behavior that no one would ever think of the possibility as her being the killer, but then again who would ever consider a child with the looks and temperament of an angel to be so monstrous. For years she grew even more angelic and beautiful and still as careful as ever until that fateful day when a handsome detective stopped by and asked her advice. She could feel the pull and the way her heart swell whenever he looked at her and asked a simple question, that joy and longing at the same time and right then she knew there was something about him she had to see and she wanted him too. Special Detective Justice Swarie was assigned to the case because of his outstanding recommendation and expertise. He was also someone who loves the hunt but never got satisfaction. However before he was even assigned to PFK he was keeping an eye on it. It was the biggest case and that leaves him obsessed he was filled with excitement, a case that crawls under his skin. With each new PFK case there was even more exhilaration even more than he thought was possible. Once he had a brief run in with Fantalia Doree and found great comfort in her above expectation company. One thing led to another and before they know it he started visiting the forensic doctor regularly. Will Fantalia Doree kill Justice Swarie or will he turn her in when find out that his sweet forensic doctor who he treasure so much is his PFK he is hunting. ***SNIPPET*** "Senior, have a look at this", the forensic pathology team leader said in a rushed voice. " We found that the PFK on the body not only have a cursive style but look," There on the printed paper showing a picture of the bran on the body was tiny words that made the outline of the bold three letter signature. "This....!", Shocked and also excited at what he saw detective Swarie quickly masked his emotions carefully and said in a somber tone to no one in particular. "About time we got a lead don't you think?" He took up his coat with completely careful movements making sure not to show the nervous shake of his hand and turned to his team. " Now we have a new lead," he announced, "We need to find all mechanics who specializes in delicate inlaid designs, we also need to consults the professors at Groudil Collage of the arts so we can get a list of students who might have a possibility of creating this design. Any question?" No one said anything. "DISMISSED." They all got up and went about the task at hand. Leaving the police station they failed to realized that on the other side of the street was an ordinary looking inconspicuous car with a grinning woman looking at a tablet with an earpiece in her ear. She was zooming in on detective Justice Swarie and her eyes glazed over when she realized that he too had the same look of a hunter. 'yes that's the look I've been waiting for.... finally' she thought. She giggled like a love sick teenager then laughed right out over what she just discovered. Not only did they find out that her signature was made with inlaid words but they are going to see the old madam. ' That woman is even worst than I am.' she thought. "Ha ha ha ha.....they are in for a real turn around this time, I have to stop by with a gift for dinner." She drove away without another glance at the detectives knowing full well that they are right where they started and that her mentor will be so pleased with her she just might get the special tools that has been made with the outmost untraceable accuracy. 'WHO SHOULD I EXTERMINATE AS AN APPETIZER' She though looking around with the grin still in place.
YOU_ONLY_DIE_ONCE · 17.9k Views