How Does Izuku Help Eri In The Anime?

This Dark Erotica compilation story contains raw and unfiltered mature contents. Strictly R18+. Read with caution. ♠︎♠︎ They know they are both off limit. He knows, and she knows, but they don't care. They are ready to damn the consequences. Ready to taste the forbidden, to indulge in that very taboo cravings and every forbidden things they should never do. Forbidden things are always the sweetest. It's so close, yet frustratingly out of reach. It is something primal. High instinct. The rush of adrenaline. The throbbings. The fantasies. The obsession. The feral beast is ready to devour. It's a steamy affair.

In a world where mystery blends with supernatural powers, the girl Iris suddenly finds herself in a strange place, far from her normal life. She does not know how she arrived at this place, nor does she know those around her, but a strange feeling haunts her: that there is something within her that is different from other humans. Its prelude is a gateway to a new world, where nothing is familiar, and every step reveals depths she never knew about herself and others.

Cerelia Belmont’s life turns upside down when she is forced to flee the deadly assassins who have destroyed her family and pack. Swearing to take revenge, she seeks shelter in Lucania, the territory of the powerful Luceres Pack. But her ordeal in Lucania makes her lose her trust in everyone. Severely injured, she lands at the hospital only to meet the hottest doctor on earth who happens to be her mate. How can a normal shifter be her mate? She was a rare silver wolf with special abilities, after all! Dr. Alexandrios Vasiliou is drawn to the stunning young wolf he saves. When he realizes her true identity, he stops at nothing to protect her.. even if it means hunting a dangerous pack of red wolves. Alexandrios only wants to help Cerelia in her mission before she leaves forever. But is falling in love part of the plan?

Who is Eren? "My bodyguard." ~ Being the daughter of the wealthiest man of the town can be more problematic than one thinks. When a bunch of menaces frighten the Aiyer, a bodyguard is called to order. But he is not the typical bodyguard. No suit, no earpiece. Just a thick black leather jacket with grey jeans and black boots. But little does Hayat know who he is really. ~A refreshing, hot and romantic novel with a touch of mystery to sparkle your feelings~ Warning: Mature contents

I run into my fiancé's childhood sweetheart at the entrance of a bar on Valentine's Day. She's been drugged and is unconscious. This time, I pretend not to see her and leave without another look back. I didn't know who she was in my past life and saved her out of kindness. Then, I accidentally saw my fiancé's name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was just a misunderstanding until I answered her phone and heard my fiancé's voice on the other end of the line. I hung up out of jealousy and anger. I ignored the 99 calls he gave me. I took his childhood sweetheart to one of my family's hotels and made sure she was well taken care of before leaving. Unexpectedly, she was violated that night. She committed suicide out of shame. My fiancé acted like nothing happened after hearing of this. He proceeded to give me a grand wedding. Then, when I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and locked me up at home. I broke down and asked him why he was doing this. He laughed manically. "Averie wouldn't have been violated if not for you. She wouldn't have taken her own life! It's all your fault!" To my surprise, when I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day I run into Averie Lancaster outside the bar.

When I'm in my senior year of high school, my mom, Bethany Stout, is diagnosed with uremia. Even after our family sells the house, we are still 300,000 dollars short on the dialysis fee. I pack my bags overnight, ready to go to work on an assembly line at an electronics factory. The class belle, Natasha Ferris, grabs my shirt tightly at the train station ticket gate. She's someone who usually blushes even when speaking a little loudly, but that day she forces a bank card into my hand. "The password is your birthday. Consider the money a loan. You're not allowed to miss the SAT." I say I may never be able to pay this money back in my entire life. With red-rimmed eyes, she scolds me, "Then pay me back slowly, but you cannot ruin your life just like this." Throughout the four years of college, she transfers me 800 dollars for food every single month without fail, and the note is always "eat more meat". Mom survives the kidney transplant surgery, and I also secure a guaranteed admission and enter a top-tier company. But Natasha cuts off all contact without any warning. Eight years later, I am the youngest partner at the major company, with an annual salary of ten million dollars. Yet, Natasha's name appears in a mockery video of a local matchmaking group. "Not only is this woman already 30 years old and has a sick mother, but she's also demanding 100,000 dollars as a wedding gift? Is she crazy or what?" When I watch the person in the video wearing old clothes, head lowered while enduring people's criticism, my eyes sting with tears. I push aside the signing ceremony for a ten-million-dollar project and pick up the bank card and my Social Security card. This time, it is my turn to catch Natasha when she falls.