Chapter: You’ll never be done with me.”Caitlyn ClarkeI practically run through the club, my racing heart pushing me through the glass doors outside to the rain that falls on my overheated skin like a cool kiss.The sky is dark and the streets are quiet let alone for the flickering street lamp a few blocks away before it goes dark.NoI squeeze my eyes closed, waiting for the generator to kick on. The city is supposed to have some sort of backup generator, right? It is the twenty-first century, for goodness’ sake.But the lights aren’t turning on.And the dark is closing in.In. Out.In. Out.I should get in my car, and maybe then I won't feel the darkness creeping on me. But then I drove into the club’s basement and going back isn't an option.I should have ran up to the apartment, but then I was riding too high on my emotions to decide where to head next, apart from getting as far away as I can.So, I opt to walk in the rain rather than confine myself inside my car. Because that would leave me to explode.I cross my hand
Last Updated: 2026-02-27
Chapter: Against her will?CAITLYN CLARKE’S POV I jump to my feet, “Go, Bambi, go!”Bass pounds through the floor like a second heartbeat, rattling the stage, vibrating through my ribs. Neon lights strob across slick skin and glitter on bodies draped in silk. The DJ’s voice booms over the speakers, hyping the crowd as dollar bills flutter like confetti on the stage.“COME ON, BABY!” someone screams beside me before popping a bottle of Dom Pérignon somewhere behind me.The air is thick—perfume, liquor, heat. August hasn’t loosened its grip yet, and inside the club it feels like the temperature has doubled. Bambi spins, arches, and the room loses its mind.When the music drops to a slow, hypnotic rhythm, she moves closer to the edge of the platform, eyes scanning the stage, and I reach into my purse, grab a stack of dollar bills before sneaking them into her garter straps. “You put quite a performance up there, Bambi.”“Oh, thank you. I love your outfit.” She looks me over before disappearing into the crowd. I’
Last Updated: 2026-02-20
Chapter: You speaking in Russian turns me on!”VLADISLAV MIKHAILOV There is a first for everything, I suppose or rather the good old men say.Like having a bunch of adrenaline-high rookies ambush each and every of my shipments. Like foolishly strutting into an Italian’s territory without back up. Many would call this foolish…a miscalculation maybe. But I call this keeping my enemies close.Like going on my knees after confessing the most outrageous emotions…now that? That was definitely a first. Then again, it’s not everyday the feisty shit of a wife remains silent after you confess your most vulnerable feelings to her. Not even one of her fiery derogatory retorts.Only silence. It is the one little thing I had wanted from her. Yet when she presents it to me on a silver platter, I wish to fill her mouth with something…anything to have her speak back to me. The image of her, on her knees, looking up at me with those doe-shaped soft brown eyes, plays in my mind. It sends a rush of heat down my groins. Makes my blood rush in my
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Do you feel that?CaitlynPancakes.Something smelled of pancakes—blueberry flavored ones to be precise. I love pancakes. But something about that smell made my stomach churn in a giddy way.I roll out of bed, brush my teeth, and take a quick shower. After combing my hair, I wear one of Vlad’s long-sleeve t-shirts. The collar is slipping off my shoulder as I pad to the kitchen to find Vlad at the stove, shirtless, his hair wet. I like him like this, this casual side of him not many get to see. Like this, he feels more like…mine.But that feeling is short-lived because as soon as I wrap my hands around his waist, he tenses. Uncertainty flickers through my being. He has been quite…different these last couple of days. Things have been well, since that day he slow fucked me. And an insecure part of me has been obsessing what it could mean. I hadn’t asked for more either because I’ve been too afraid that it could push him away. Right now I’ve been content with what he’s been dishing my way for I know poking
Last Updated: 2026-02-17
Chapter: You are a drug that I’m fucking addicted toCaitlyn’s pov The air in the room swells with cruel intensity as my gaze falls on his stoic yet gloomy one. An unpredictable tsunami is brewing inside his eyes. One hat wouldn’t second guess to carry me deep into the sea if I so much as flinch or breathe the wrong way.Pressure builds up low in my stomach at the mere glaze of his huge frame on top of mine, dwarfing me, parading the power dynamic here as if his presence isn’t intimidating enough.But I ain't complaining because everything feels…somehow shamelessly familiar. A familiarity that I wasn’t sure to have been longing for until he touched me that it dawned.How I want to be consumed by his fire!Yet it's me who’s burning from inside. My heart is racing as if I’m running a marathon. My blood is roaring so loud in my ears that it's the only thing I can hear. And all I can manage to do in my crumpled up position is crane my face to the side just to get a glimpse of my custom made Greek God.Vlad has finished securing my hands w
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: "You finally got my attention.”Vladislav Mikhailov At first was that man with the Siegel tattoo of my former brotherhood back in Russia is tailing me behind. Then my shipments are being compromised. And now this latest unveiling that the Irish are in the picture. Is there a chance that my past may be liaising with a formidable enemy to fuck me sideways? I understand life might be a bitch, but I just didn’t forfeit my service to the Russian Bratva just like that, my exit was peaceful. Even though most think of me as an insufferable asshole, I’m a man of honour– at least I can credit myself with that. Then why would the Irish pick a battle with me out of the blue—if only they were the Italians, I could have understood what their deal is, since they tend to despise us (we the Russians) as Dedushka would say; they hate us like too much garlic in their pasta. I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds to chase away the assault of memories plaguing my mind. But then I can’t help but ponder on the awful multiple matt
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND
Jaxon Carter has everything a man could want—talent, fame, and a multimillion-dollar contract with the Titans almost within his grasp. The only problem? His reckless lifestyle stands between him and the contract. But his agency has told him that he can salvage the contract by cleaning up his image.
Sienna Blake has two things in life she held dear —her ballet career and her house she grew up creating memories in. But when the bank forecloses her house and her ballet career barely covers her bills, she turns to her agency, only to be coldly rejected.
When their paths cross at the agency, Jax sees an opportunity. She needs money. He needs stability. The solution? A fake relationship. He offers to clear her debts in exchange for playing the perfect doting girlfriend—just long enough it's beneficial to them.
But what starts as a transaction soon spirals into something neither of them expected. Public appearances turn into stolen moments and close proximate intimacy blurs into something more. They find themselves trapped in a dangerous game—one where the greatest risk isn’t losing a contract or a house… but losing their hearts.
And just when Sienna is ready to confess the biggest secret of all, Jax's past comes haunting them.
Hurt and betrayed, she walks away without a second glance, choosing to protect her heart and her unborn child.
Will Jax fight for what they had? Will he risk everything—including his career—to fight for the only thing that ever truly mattered?
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Chapter: “Soon. Soon, Swan.”Sienna BlakeMy heart is hammering—thud. Thud.Thud. Each beat slams against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. The sound is deafening in my ears, a relentless drum that drowns out everything else. Blood rushes hot and fast through every nerve, sharp and electric, a bitter reminder that this is real. Not a nightmare. Not something I’ll wake up from in a cold sweat. This is happening. The air feels heavier with every breath I drag in. My pulse ticks like a countdown clock—steady and merciless. “Have you ever been with a man before?” he asks, watching me with a serious, unreadable expression. My eyes look up at his, searching for any ounce of remorse in them since they say eyes are eyes to the soul. But his… his are nothing but cold, unyielding orbs. Blank. Impenetrable. As if whatever soul once lived behind them has long since burned to ash. I look up again. By the third time, a single tear escapes my eye. “D-do I really have to tell you that…?” “Yes or no, Swan,” Don't call me S
Last Updated: 2026-03-04
Chapter: pay my money back!Sienna Blake“What the hell is going on around here…?”I step into Jax’s room and nearly eat the floor, my foot catching on a balled-up sock—or maybe it’s a T-shirt. At this point, it’s hard to tell. The entire place looks like it’s been hit by a category five disaster.The bed is a war zone. Sheets twisted and half-dragged off the mattress. Pillows tossed like someone lost a fight with them. A damp towel lies crumpled at the foot of the bed, another one abandoned near the door like it gave up halfway to the bathroom.My gaze snags on the nightstand.An open bottle of lube. Lid missing.A tied, used condom is tossed carelessly beside it.On the desk sits an overflowing ashtray with a half-smoked blunt balanced on the rim, ash threatening to spill onto a stack of papers. Next to it, a half-eaten pizza congeals in its box, grease bleeding into cardboard.The air smells like smoke, stuffiness, and stale takeout.Something inside me twitches.No—itches.The part of me that needs order. Cl
Last Updated: 2026-02-24
Chapter: Get lost!Sienna BlakeI stand frozen in place not sure of what I just heard or if I heard correctly. Either way the line blurs as I put too much thought to it. Maybe my mind is playing some cruel trick on me. Maybe none of this is actually true and I’m just dreaming. I clamp my eyes so hard until a sharp ache blooms behind them, then force them open. Unlike what I foolishly wished for, I’m hurled back to reality and I don’t wake up.Instead my mind is assaulted by the words I heard as I stood by the door.“Hey Jax, hang on a sec, we’ve been hooking up for months now! Are you really gonna end things like this? Can we just think things over for a minute…”Jax’s companion said that amongst other things. Things I’m unable to wrap around my head. Well, Jax remained silent. He’s usually that loud-ass guy you notice the moment you walk to any fucking room. Yet, he hasn't shown any signs of being irritated. Or maybe his senses are too dulled by the after-sex organism to notice the loud chick wande
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: We just got started, babyJAX CARTER’S POVChokedGagged Her screaming my name out loud yet her voice is muffled with a fucking silicon mouth gag.Her inner thighs marked with nothing but my cum dripping from her swollen pink cunt.That's how I imagined I would do to the fucking brunette when I walked through that door. I had come ready to teach her a lesson. That no one dared to talk back to fucking Jaxton Carter. Instead, the universe had other plans. I found her door slightly open but after calling her multiple she didn't answer I had thought she was probably having a shower and a thrill run up and down my spine by just imagining her shocked brown eyes the moment I burst through that door and smack her body against the wall fucking her to oblivion.My train of thought was cut short when I had walked in on her, except this time she had company-a guy twice her size was over her while two other dumb heads held her down as he tried to force himself on her and immediately my vision was red.Allegedly her dadd
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
Chapter: Get your filthy hands off her!What?” I stumble backwards my back pressing against the door. “T-there m-must be a misunderstanding-I cleared my dad’s debt a few days ago-you’ve got it all w-” “No we don’t,” their leader reaches out and grabs my forearm. “Sienna, yes your piece of shit of a dad owes us more than what you did cash in.” he leans in closer, his boozy breath fanning my face. “Please don’t make us result to violence and come with us.” “N-o, no he is here sleeping…l-lets ask him if that's true,” I blurt yanking my hand from his grip before walking towards the living room. “D-dad…dad wake up,” he grumbles,” tell these guys they all got it wrong…we don’t owe them anymore.” “Mmmh,” he shifts before slumping back to sleep. “Wake up,” the leader slaps him and my dad jolts forward, his bloodshot eyes wide. “You piece of shit! You owe us our money!” “I don’t owe you bastards shit!” my dad spits, swaying unsteadily, voice cracking. “You know I'm tired of playing this little game with you,” he bel
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
Chapter: #SoldSienna’s pov Jax Carter had some nerve! Anger simmers in my nerves as I walk towards the small gate towards my house. I unlock the small gate with more force than necessary. It wasn’t an emotion I felt often, and it ate away at my insides like acid. I didn’t know why I’d reacted so strongly to Jax's words. Even I wouldn't come up with any justification for that. I come to a standstill and force a huge gulp of air down my lungs. Lashing out always sets me on edge. Even when I wasn't in the wrong, I always felt like I would snap the moment one poked my peace. “Well let me remind you, we got into this together. So if the shoe fits, wear it Cinderella" The memory of my harsh words wipe clean any calming effect my breathing had managed to soothe into my ticking bomb of a body. I had retorted in the heat of the moment. But as illogic was the deal, I had knowingly gotten myself involved with him. What if he went back on his word and asked for the money back? What if he ca
Last Updated: 2025-09-11
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