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An apocalypse driven by natural disasters. Survival of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, deadly cold, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain… After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, Nicole Floyd met a brutal death. Miraculously, she woke up and found herself three days before it all began. Nicole seized the advantage to reclaim her storage space, flipping the switch on full-on stockpiling mode. She shopped until she ran out of money, and her storage was packed tight. She also looked for the dog that had saved her life once before. She sharpened her knives, stacked her supplies, and took care of unfinished business. She paid back every debt, whether owed in blood or in kindness. And then, disaster struck. Her right hand gripping a knife and her left stroking the dog, Nicole pressed on through the ruins of a world without order or morals.

Late nights. Locked doors. No rules. An innocent curvy intern stays late to “finish reports,” only to find herself bent over her CEO’s glass desk, skirt shoved up, begging for his thick cock to ruin her tight pussy with raw, relentless strokes until hot cum drips down her trembling thighs while the city lights watch. A “straight” roommate sneaks into bed in the middle of the night, spreading his best friend’s ass and claiming him with deep, filthy breeding until he’s moaning, leaking, and unable to walk straight the next morning. Best friends share wine and secrets that turn into hungry tongues, scissoring, and strap-on pounding on the couch, soaking each other in squirt after violent squirt. A stressed wife books a private session with her personal trainer and ends up face-down on the gym mat, ass up, getting her dripping cunt destroyed while he growls filthy praise between punishing thrusts. Every story in ‘Irresistible Cravings’ drips with forbidden heat: Boss/employee power plays. Step-family taboos. First-time gay awakenings. Friends-to-lovers filth. Risky public and semi-public fucks. Raw breeding. Anal obsession. Possessive mafia captors. Knotting wolves. Glory holes. Multiple loads. Edging that breaks you. And climaxes so intense they leave you shaking. M/F dominance. M/M rough claiming. F/F sensual surrender. 100% raw. No limits. No regrets. Short, filthy, addictive stories. Lock your door. Because once you start reading 'Irresistible Cravings', your hand won’t stop moving.

A diverse collection of short romantic stories and erotica to fulfill your fantasies. THIS BOOK IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCE ONLY!

Maddie's world come to a halt when her father kicks her out of the house. She is a couple bucks short from renting a house. And she can't afford to get a room at a motel. She is out of options. Until Drew, heir to the multibillion McBride Foods, proposes marriage to her. It is to be in name only. No feelings attached. That is, until Drew starts slaying dragons for her. The dragons might have sprung up from his world, but still...

A parent in my son's preschool group chat tagged me out of nowhere. "Theo's dad, your son's lunches always look pretty nice. Starting tomorrow, pack one for my daughter too." "I'm not asking for free food. I'll give you ten dollars a day. That adds up. You can make a little extra on the side." I stared at the message, almost laughing from how absurd it was. My son has severe food sensitivities and a fragile stomach. Every ingredient in his meals is specially sourced, and a single lunch costs far more than five hundred dollars to prepare. And this man thought ten dollars could buy it? I replied with two words: "Not happening." The next day, my son came home crying. His lunch had been taken by another child, and the teacher had scolded him for being selfish. Fine. Since they wanted to push this far, I would show them exactly how far I could go.

On New Year’s Eve, my fiancee, Delilah Carrington, left me to freeze to death in subzero snow. As my body went numb, she was wrapped in the military coat I had found for her, curled up in Everett Kingsley’s arms while eating the holiday groceries I had paid for. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before everything fell apart. So when she called—cold, demanding, rattling off a shopping list like I owed her—I hung up, blocked her number, and made my move. I sealed off Blackridge Logistics Hub, the largest logistics hub in the country. Stockpiling supplies? Pointless. Because my coworkers and I had more packages than we could ever open: seafood delicacies, premium cigars, top-shelf liquor, and industrial generators. Hundreds of millions of shipments meant for the holidays were now all mine. Inside a warehouse kept at a steady 26°C, I ate wagyu steak and watched the world collapse through surveillance feeds. I witnessed Delilah’s entire family tear each other apart over half a moldy pack of crackers. I thought I could live like this forever. I was wrong. In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s waiting outside. It’s the people who refuse to stop playing the hero.