His Secret Quintuplets
Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother.
I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more!
A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation.
"Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"
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Chapter 1
Donna Davis's Pov
My name is Donna Davis, and I am now jobless.
It should come as no surprise that I have a promising future despite being just 24 years old. However, as of right now, the only way I can earn a livelihood is by making comics at home.
Why don't I go out to look for work? Because I am the mother of five kids. You did hear me correctly, I assure you. There are five of them in my family. In the past, due to my naiveté and the betrayal of my former boyfriend, it even forced me to go to a pub to become intoxicated, and I even gave my first night to a total stranger because of it. This occurred two years ago.
The appearance of the man's face, though, was the thing that took my breath away more than anything else when I woke up. His face has lovely like engraved. Even though he was asleep, he still had a face that was quite beautiful from a sexual standpoint.
I have been able to recall up to this very moment!
It's got a lot of charm.
I don't believe that I'm completely befuddled. On the other hand, I wanted to stay out of trouble, so I gave the gorgeous guy the whole amount of $100, which was the last of the money I had, in the vain hope that he would be happy when he comes awake.
After some time had passed, it was discovered that I had five children. At first, I was completely unable to come to terms with it; but, as time went on, I found that I loved them more and more. Additionally, the sales of my comics were quite successful, which alleviated the financial strain; nonetheless, I knew that eventually the money would run out, so I went back.
Forget it.
While I was standing on the foam board, I maintained the stance of a horse by standing on one foot while tiptoeing and raising the other leg over my head. This looked really professional.
When I had just finished closing my eyes and was beginning to enjoy the peaceful moment of yoga, the door was suddenly flung open from the outside, and I saw five little eggs tumbling in one after the other--
"Mom!"
"Mother!"
"Dona!"
"M!"
"Hum!"
I screamed in a panic, "Wait! Ah!"
They crowded around me and tried to force me to the ground.
I managed to pull myself up off the ground with many children still clinging to my body. Duke climbed up on my back and expressed his desire to be carried by me. His small and itty-bitty legs were kicking with all their might.
I cautioned him, saying, "Duke, don't be such a bad boy."
Duke lifted his hands and leaped off of me while shouting, "I'm not frightened. I'm the greatest!"
Dora's meaty little palm waved, and her eyes were sprinkled with joy, eager for applause. "Mom, mom, I won a doll in the kindergarten today!"
"Great!"
"Me too!"
Duke motioned with his hand. "Mom, not only does Dylan not have it, but I do too!"
Dylan stood there with his tummy protruding and a look of profound astonishment on his face.
"It doesn't matter, Dylan. You can try even harder the next time. Come on! Your mother believes in you."
"Yes!"Dylan nodded.
I turned to Susan and thanked Susan for the day while looking at her.
My aunt Susan is here to assist me with taking care of the children at the moment.
"That's OK, I'll see you first thing in the morning."
"OK."
Since Susan has left, it is only me who is responsible for seeing to their needs.
I prepare apple salad for five children--
"The salad is done! "When I finished, the children stood in front of me, staring back at their tiny pudgy faces and wailing, "line up." Duke led the squad; now think of a word with the suffix "key."
"Monkey! "
"Donkey! " "
"Whisky! "
"Turkey"
Dylan's cheeks became red as he said, "Key."
I caressed the top of his adorable head before handing them each five portions of salad.
As I watched them enjoy their food, I couldn't help but feel really content inside myself.
Dylan is a male, Duke is a female, Dora is a male, Doris and Debbie are twins, and Duke is a boy.
If I did not have to worry about money, spending the whole day with them would be the finest time of my life; but, this is not the case in my actual life.
I also sent two hundred applications since, after all, comics guy only given me a limited earning potential, and I need more money to sustain these five rodents and provide a better education for them.
Suddenly, my cell phone began to ring, and as I glanced at the unfamiliar number, I responded, "Who are you?"
"Could it possibly be Donna Davis? Do you think you'll be able to make it tomorrow? "
"Yes!
"I tried to contain my happiness.
"All OK, come to our JK entertainment tomorrow at twelve," the woman said.
"Yes, you can count on me to be there promptly tomorrow."
I'm really delighted.
The next day, I went to the workplace, but I arrived there earlier than expected.
The kind employees inside came out as soon as I made it to the door after entering the building. "What was the matter with Donna Davis? When start arriving late for work?
I didn't waste any time and introduced myself,"Hello, my name is Donna Davis."
Kathy Owen gave me the once over and said, "You're finally here, aren't you? We have an appointment to see a high-profile individual in a city who is an investor in our most recent art movie. If you ruin the business, you pay. "
"I am so very sorry!"
In the end, I'm not running late.
"Your job is to be an attentive listener!"
The lady standing next to me gave the bag to me. It was borne by me. It has the weight of something that has stones in it.
Without so much as a glance in my direction, Kathy Owen climbed inside the vehicle.
I got into position right away.
While driving, Kathy Owen said, "this is a hard fought chance to meet our important visitor." She then proceeded to put on her cosmetics. They will only listen to our presentation for five minutes. If you squander this opportunity, you are free to go."
"Yes! I'll pay attention. "
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9.6
After getting drunk at a wedding party, Maya had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. Well divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me-not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless.
"Holding hands? Dream on."
After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight."
"I'm not scared."
"I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me."
"Have you no shame, Charles Darwin?"
"Shame? What is shame?"
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.4
Bloody Love
7.4
Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type.
Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him.
However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor."
The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years.
Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller.
He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark.
He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it.
Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion.
When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian."
Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance.
At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start.
She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie.
But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.
9.4
I was just a senior in college, struggling with student loans and a part-time job, when a plastic stick with two pink lines shattered my world.
I had no memory of the graduation party a month ago, only a terrifying, blacked-out void and the lingering, haunting scent of expensive cedarwood.
But before I could even process the pregnancy, I was publicly humiliated by a frat boy's over-the-top proposal, which ended with me vomiting in front of the entire campus.
That's when a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up, and I was whisked away to a mansion and forced into a marriage with the most powerful man in the country-Senator Hilbert Wilkinson.
His grandmother revealed that the child I was carrying was the Wilkinson heir, and they demanded I sign a prenup to save his presidential campaign from scandal.
I was drowning in debt, and they offered to save my parents from ruin, but the cost was becoming a pawn in a loveless, corporate political merger.
Why did I have no memory of that night, and how could a man as cold as ice be the father of my child?
I signed the papers, but as I walked into his forbidden private quarters and found myself holding his silk underwear just as he stepped out of the shower, I knew this year of "marriage" wouldn't be the quiet arrangement he expected.
8.1
Pretty Devil
8.1
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
8.3
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.
My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".
On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.
I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.