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When Japheth, a secret police agent is assigned to spy on the son of the biggest mafia don in Miami, he has no choice but to disguise himself as a professor and infiltrate his school to get more information. What started as an investigation turned into deeper conversations, sneaky kisses, and brain-shutting nights together. Japheth never thought he was into boys, until he met the one who made him question everything he had believed in. Until he met Aaron.

NO SAINTS HERE!!! 🔞🔞 One book. Over 200 forbidden fantasies. All of them dangerously addictive. Behind every locked door is a story soaked in desire, sin, and the kind of pleasure you're not supposed to want. He’s her stepbrother. She’s his student. They met at church… but sinned in silence. Each chapter pulls you deeper into a world where rules are broken, and pleasure always comes at a price. If you’re looking for sweet romance… you’ve opened the wrong book. This story contains strong erotic scenes…. Short sexy stories compiled from Forbidden affairs, Mature love.. There are some dark subjects and moments in this book, but again, these stories are of the healing powers of love. Perhaps it is a love few can accept, at least not without guilt. Welcome to your newest obsession. Welcome to Lustful chapters.

“It is a waste of hardness if I will not push it inside you.” Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ***** They say mirrors are the doorway to another realm. For Nicolette, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what’s the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man’s sword? How will Nicolette cope then? ***** All Rights Reserved J.M. Felic Books. This is the original version of Undressed by the King.

My blood-bonded mate, Prince Dorian, despised me. I was just a mortal to him. A girl with filthy blood. His eternity was already promised to a pureblood—Cordelia. When she died in an accident, he blamed me. Hated me for ten years. But when rival vampires attacked our castle, he saved me. Bleeding out in my arms, he used his last breath to push my shaking hands away. "Odette... if only the Bond had never tied us together." At his wake, they kicked me out. So I climbed to the top of their family’s skyscraper—a place they arrogantly called "Heaven's Needle"—and jumped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night the ancient Blood Bond chose me as his mate. This time, I'm setting him free. And myself along with him.

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ These are not innocent stories. What's inside these pages is not for the faint hearted. You've been warned. Deliciously. **** Sins Worth Keeping is a collection of stories about men who want what they cannot have and reach for it anyway. In dark corners, empty locker rooms, late nights that last too long and hotel rooms that know too many secrets. These are not love stories that play it safe. These are the ones that burn. Find your quietest corner. Turn the pages and try to breathe normally. Fair warning — once you start, stopping will feel like the hardest thing you've ever done. Don't say you weren't warned. ⚠️🖤

For three years, I worked for my coworkers for free—designing, covering for their mistakes, cleaning up their messes. They used my work to get promoted, to win awards, even to run side jobs on the sly, and I never took a cent for any of it. Then I single-handedly landed the hardest client project the company had ever taken on and walked away with a hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. That was the day everyone lost their minds. The same people who'd leeched off me the hardest led the charge, cornering me at my desk and tearing into me in front of the whole office. "The whole concept for that project was a team effort. What gives you the right to keep the bonus for yourself?" "Your work has always been garbage. That free labor of yours was never worth anything anyway!" Worse, they spent the whole night digging up old grievances, stitching together every minor slip-up they could find, and spreading rumors through the entire company—that I'd stalled projects, that my work was worthless, that I'd tanked the department's numbers. Finally, they gave me an ultimatum. "Either split the entire bonus with the department, or pay us two hundred thousand dollars for our trouble. Take your pick." Even the department manager tried to smooth things over, telling me, "We're all colleagues here. You've already got a big bonus—taking a small loss won't kill you. Don't be so difficult about it." Wonderful. So three years of quietly covering for everyone had just produced a pack of lazy, credit-stealing backstabbers. Since they wanted to gang up on the one person who'd always played fair, fine. I was going to lay out three years of original files, timestamps, and proof of exactly who'd done the work—all of it, all at once. And what none of them knew was that the special project behind my bonus was an AI system built to replace every single one of them.