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The inspiration behind the major motion picture After We Collided! From New York Times bestselling author and Wattpad sensation Anna Todd, “the biggest literary phenom of her generation” (Cosmopolitan), comes the sequel to the internet’s most talked-about book—now with new exclusive...

Usually, most sex stories are unimaginative or feature boring characters in the most vanilla situations—no one wants that! Sex Stories for Adults is the perfect collection of short, steamy stories to get your heart racing and your blood pumping. Find all your wettest dreams come to life and let yourself get swept away! With plenty of variety, from your kinkiest thoughts to the softer and sweeter sexcapades. And once you feel all the stress and tension in your body melt away, don’t worry—you can revisit these stories whenever you need that steamy fix.

Unleash your dirtiest stepdad fantasies with hardcore action, creamy taboo climaxes, and pulse-pounding encounters that leave you craving more every single time. Frustrated by vanilla sex stories that don't ignite your deepest, naughtiest urges? Stepdad Erotic Tales thrusts you into a wild world of forbidden stepfamily encounters, delivering the intense, skin-tingling excitement you've been fantasizing about—hitting that ultimate rush of satisfaction with every steamy, boundary-pushing page of sneaky trysts, dominant thrills, and heart-racing temptations that blur all the lines.

There are too many secrets at Rayne-Moore, secrets I once turned a blind eye to because I wanted nothing to do with faculty gossip, nothing to do with the elite. But now that I can no longer stay blind, I'm going to let it, and watch it unravel. For her. Raven Monroe. Because it's too late. I've dived into the ocean for my Siren, fell for her song and I want her more than my next breath.

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18. They have words for men like me - playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser. My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me: sinner.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him. Then it grew... an obsession I couldn’t control.

Politics prepared me for many battles—but not for becoming the prize in three men's war against my father. I thought entering the Hollow's Hunt would be my rebellion, my escape from the suffocating expectations of being Ravenwood Hollow's golden daughter. Instead, I became prey to three predators with vengeance in their hearts. Dominic Vega, with his cold calculation and demanding touch. Liam Hayes, whose intellectual intensity masks desires that shock even him. And Ryder Caldwell, whose charming smile hides the most dangerous game of all.

When Dahlia Wilde thinks all is lost, the last thing she expects is to be saved by a monster. High in the Himalayas, she comes face to face with a legendary Yeti with quicksilver eyes and a soul as scarred as her own. He isn’t the mindless beast she feared, but a fierce, primal protector who worships her like the rare bloom she’s been searching for. As desire eclipses reason and secrets thaw between them, Dahlia must decide whether to run from the monster who saved her… or surrender to him completely.

I'm trapped in a forgotten nightmare with the monster I most fear. The key to my freedom lies behind a wall of memories. Xero's specter invades my mind, whispering both vengeance and salvation. He insists he's real, yet I can't trust my shattered psyche. But as my tormentors draw close, I must rely on the phantom I betrayed for protection—and for revenge.

Actress Caidence Harris is living her dreams after landing a leading role among the star-studded, veteran cast of 9th Precinct, a hot new police drama shot on location in glitzy LA. Her sometimes-costar Robyn Ward is magnetic, glamorous, and devastatingly beautiful, the quintessential A-List celebrity on the fast track to superstardom. When the two meet on the set of 9th Precinct, Caid is instantly infatuated but settles for friendship, positive that Robyn is both unavailable and uninterested.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

Large chests are said to encompass all manner of hopes and dreams. Men covet them. Women envy them. But one fact holds true—everyone wants to get their hands on some big ones. The same holds true for one intrepid adventurer—a strapping young lad by the name of Himmel. Armed with his grandfather’s trusty longsword and the dream of being the strongest, he sets out on the journey of a lifetime!

What do a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Freaking. Bodies. Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe...

My billionaire boss caught me reading a very spicy book when I should have been working… The price of keeping my job? One night as his fake date. We’ve all read a book so good we couldn’t help sneaking just one more page, right? Mr Blackwood is dangerous - a London mafia boss - and was scheduled to be out all afternoon. When my favorite daydream is absent, I make do with fiction. I thought I was going to be sacked, or worse, for sure. But when I begged him, he looked at me severely and told me his conditions: I have to attend an event with him this evening and pretend to be his fiancee.

They call me Angel, but, really, I’m a reaper —judge, jury, and executioner for those who think they can take advantage of others. My purpose is to rid this world of evil souls by any means necessary, sending them to Hell where they belong. One day, I’ll join them there. My men —Jessie, Tobias, and Sean —rescued me from the torture I endured at the hands of men who thought they were entitled to what didn’t belong to them. My body. My innocence. My very soul. Now, we work together to save those in similar situations by extinguishing the abusers responsible for their pain.

I sent an anonymous email to The Ghost—a hacker who destroys scumbags for fun—detailing my darkest fantasy. He replied. With a phone number. Now he's texting me, saying he can make it real. That he's watching me. That he knows exactly what I need. I should run. Instead, I'm saying yes. The question driving me insane: Who is he? The question that's going to ruin me: Do I really want to find out?

The next century has seen the dawn of Matriarchal America: a society of wealth and abundance dominated by powerful women. Out of this feminine exuberance, the maternal urge has led an exclusive group of female aristocrats to acquire adult babies, and this darkly wholesome trend begins to spread to other eager Mommies. In this Matriarchy run by perverse and wealthy women, those sentenced to lifetime indentured servitude must endure the constant humiliation and sexual degradation of forced adult babyhood in the service of their Mommies.

Imagine dating a guy for six months, and then one night, you make him dinner, recreating your first date so you can say “I love you” for the first time. Romantic, right? No. Because when you dress up as dessert, he tells you he’d rather be a party of one.

Huge, muscled, and sexy in plaid, Huck Barnett is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. Every woman in Rockhead Point wants a taste of the mountain man. Including me. Except, after a drunken girls’ night out, instead of waking up with him in my bed, I wake up with a killer hangover and an inbox full of his texts telling me how reckless and dangerous my antics are. Now my dad and brother want to find me a husband, and my ex-boyfriend has decided he wants the job.

On Tuesdays we escape. If we trip… we’re trapped. I was born to play by the rules. Smile for the cameras. Lead Omega. Pretend I don’t feel the eyes on me. But he’s always watching. Not just him—them. The Society. The system. The ones who say they own me. I thought I could play the game and stay safe. Perfect. Polished. Untouchable. Then came Terror Tuesday. Now I’m locked in a maze designed to test me, break me… trap me. And I can’t tell who the real danger is. The masked man who stalks me from the shadows? Or the ones waiting for me to fail? My name is Olivia Cardell.