I put on the semi-transparent uniform that the boss gave me and was led into a room with a blindfold on. "Boss, can I take off the blindfold now?" The only response I got was the sound of a door closing. As soon as I took off the blindfold, I saw a thick hand reaching towards me. With a "rip," the last piece of cloth covering me was torn to shreds.
After changing into the costume for a themed role-play my boss gave me, I was blindfolded and led into a room.
"Boss, is it okay to remove the blindfold now?" I asked, and the only response I received was the sound of a door closing. As soon as I removed the blindfold, a large hand reached toward me.
With a ripping sound, the last shred of modesty I had was torn to pieces.
My name is Alan Moore, a freshman at Thaize Theatrical College. When I first enrolled, the school held a beauty contest, and I won first place thanks to my outstanding natural looks.
Since then, many small companies outside the school have approached me, inviting me to be a model. They claimed it would provide social experience and help me gain work experience, but when it came to discussing payment, it became clear they just wanted free labor.
I vented about this to my roommate, Madison Morley. After joining in my complaints, she suddenly remembered a part-time job posting she had seen a few days ago.
"A thousand dollars an hour?!" I looked at Madison in disbelief, wondering if I had misheard. But Madison looked at me with complete certainty.
"That's right, it's a thousand dollars an hour, and triple the pay for overtime. But their standards are too high; they didn't choose me," Madison said.
Madison's tone was a bit regretful. I admitted that anyone would be tempted by such an offer, especially with my looks, which might even land me a higher rate. So, I asked Madison for the contact information and planned to check it out the next day.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the interview location as directed by my boss. It was a script role-playing game shop and the exterior was impressively decorated.
"Are you Miss Moore?" someone asked me.
I looked up to see a man with half-framed glasses and acne scars walking toward me. I held back my discomfort and nodded.
"As expected of Thaize Theatrical College's freshman campus queen, you look even better than your photos. My name is Jaxton Harrison. You can call me Jaxton," Jaxton said.
Jaxton wrapped his arm around my waist and led me into the game shop. Whether it was my imagination or not, his hand seemed to linger on my waist, making me feel uneasy.
Through Jaxton's introduction, I understood the basic job details. He offered me a rate of fifteen hundred dollars per hour, and without hesitation, I signed the contract.
Little did I know that this contract would lead to unforeseen trouble.
As I was leaving the shop, I inadvertently glanced at a room in the corner and faintly heard the sound of a girl sobbing.
"What is that sound?" I asked Jaxton.
"Oh, Just non-player characters (NPCs), It's perfectly normal," Jaxton replied.
Jaxton's words dispelled my doubts, and I returned to the dormitory, excitedly sharing the news of my successful application with Madison.
"Alan, I'm so envious of you! You actually got the job. When you make it big, you can't forget about me!" Madison said, and her envious expression filled me with a sense of superiority.
"Don't worry, once I make some money, I'll treat you to a nice dinner," I replied.
Three days later, I officially started working at the script role-playing game shop. As I walked in, I saw that the photo I had sent to the Jaxton was printed and posted on the wall. Jaxton said that many regular customers had already booked me as soon as they saw my picture, and I felt a secret sense of pride.
"Come in," Jaxton said, leading me to the room in the corner.
As soon as I entered, my face flushed completely red. The room was filled with mannequin models, and the uniforms on them were even more revealing than those seen in provocative films.
"Pick one and change into it," Jaxton said and his words left me frozen in place.
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."