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  • Gossip Girl Reborn

    Rebirth

    "Fate sure had a twisted sense of humor when Isabella Jeannet reincarnated as a disgruntled wife on the brink of divorce in a wealthy family. On top of that, she now had access to the Gossip System. In any case, the divorce didn't seem like a bad idea. After all, why should she hold on to her husband when she could be happily single and spend her money freely? So what if she knew she was being made a scapegoat? The sooner she got the divorce settled, the less she'd have to worry about her truth being exposed! Unbeknownst to Isabella, Alexander Quirk could hear all her thoughts and was utterly baffled. Soon, the once-reputable CEO's secretary had her crimes exposed and was hauled away by the police. Now that she couldn't go through with the divorce, Isabella had no choice but to continue being Alexander's wife. Her only comfort was that she'd always have the trusty Gossip System for company. Alas, the more secrets she discovered about the Quirks through the system, the more drama ensued. That was because everyone in the Quirk family could hear her thoughts! When Evian Quirk learned that the child she wanted to adopt was a product of her husband and his ex-girlfriend, she flew into a rage. She was forced into taking the adoption route because of her infertility, yet her husband used the chance to take advantage of her! Needless to say, she chased the ungrateful lot out of her life. When Christopher Quirk learned that he had mistaken the identity of his first crush and hurt his one true love, he knew he had to rectify his error. A few days later, he pushed away the impostor and rushed off to beg his fiancée for forgiveness. She was his soulmate, and no one else could take her place. When Rosalie Quirk learned that the man she wanted to secretly elope with was a liar and total sleazebag, she was shocked beyond words. She had been so touched by his gestures and believed he was her Prince Charming, yet it was all just a facade. Having wised up to the fact that her love was misplaced, Rosalie returned to school and dumped the sorry excuse of a man. Now that Isabella had had her fill of the Quirk family drama, she was ready to dive into other people's gossip. The Quirks, however, were more than eager to go with her. After all, who wouldn't love a good gossip?"

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  • The Day When The True Mafia Queen Was Out Of Prison

    Mafia

    I gave up ten years of my life and went to prison to protect my sister, Jasmine. In return, she took my baby, claiming my one-night stand with the ruthless mafia king, Dominic Valentino, as her own. Now, she sits on a stolen throne, playing the perfect mafia wife. And I become my son's night nanny. Dominic is lethal, cold, and suspicious of everyone. He married Jasmine out of duty, yet he refuses to touch her. But the moment I step into his house, his eyes lock onto me. He doesn't know I'm the woman who saved his life in a bloody alley a year ago. He doesn't know the baby crying in the nursery is mine. All he knows is that the air burns whenever we are in the same room. My sister thinks I'm just a broken ex-con she can easily crush. She forgot one thing. I didn't just survive prison. I learned how to run an empire in the dark. And I am taking my son, my man, and my throne back.

  • Daddy Filled Me While Mommy Snored

    Young Adult

    The moment I stepped into the house, the humidity slammed into me—no AC except in the master bedroom. Mom shrugged it off casually: breaker panel dead, three days wait, so tonight I’d share the bed with Daddy. My stomach flipped, but I nodded like it was nothing. After a quick shower, I slipped into my thinnest camisole and tiny shorts, nerves making my nipples strain against the fabric. He was already there, propped against the headboard in gray boxer briefs, broad chest glistening, smiling that warm smile. We lay back-to-back, careful space between us, but his scent—soap, sweat, something deeper—wrapped around me and set my skin alight. I couldn’t sleep. Memories of last Christmas, the brief press of his hardness, had kept me aching for months. Then I heard him in the shower: low groans, rhythmic strokes. Peeking through the steam, I watched him wrapped in my damp panties, inhaling my scent, stroking himself while whispering my name—“Lily… baby girl… all mine…”—until he came hard into the fabric. Back in bed, his cock pressed hot against my thigh. Pretending sleep, I rocked back, bolder each time, until I tugged his boxers down and took him in my hand, then my mouth. His eyes snapped open, fingers clamping my wrist. Voice low and rough: “Don’t stop, baby girl.”