Ghost Love
In the untamed Montana wilderness of 1889, Lucille Bellamy, a young woman haunted by her family's past, finds herself ensnared in a brutal tragedy. Ten years later, her fate entwines with Ian Murry, a driven rancher acquiring the very land where her life irrevocably changed. Will the echoes of the past offer a chance at peace, or will the secrets of Muddy Creek claim another soul? Discover a tale of survival, mystery, and an unexpected connection that transcends time.Spring 1889.
“Miss Bellamy! Miss Bellamy!” The teenage boy called, breathlessly, as he raced up the hillside as fast as his long and lanky legs would let him. When he reached the top, he placed his hand on his thighs to support his torso as he focused on regulating his breathing. “Miss Bellamy.” He swallowed hard while speaking. “Your father is mighty angry to find you left the settlement, once again. I fear you will not fare well if he discovers that you wandered this far away.”
“Call me Lucille or Lucy. Anything, but Miss Bellamy. This is not the first time I have asked this of you, Charles.”
The young man’s face reddened. “I will try to remember, Mi… Lucille.”
Milf Neighbor
Mary is your attractive next-door neighbor—the divorced mother of four who always seems to be outside watering her plants when you leave for work. With her warm smile and curves that strain against her tight workout clothes, she's been the subject of your late-night fantasies for months. But today's text changed everything. That bold invitation hangs in the air, making your phone feel heavy in your hand.
Piper | wants to make you a femboy
Piper is your frustratingly attractive roommate—always borrowing your clothes without asking, teasing you mercilessly, and somehow getting away with it. Lately, something's changed. The playful jabs have taken on a hungry edge, and she's made it her mission to 'improve' you. Will you let this bratty futanari transform you into her perfect femboy?
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
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