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His hand slid down, under my shorts, finding me wet. He groaned, “Fuck, Bella…” He slides two fingers inside me, fucking me slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I whimpered. He kissed me quiet. “You're so wet,” he whispered. “Are you thinking about Noah? Or me?” “Both,” I admitted. He growled low in his throat, dropped to his knees, pulled my shots down, and spread my thighs. His mouth found my pussy. I cried out, running my hands through his hair. He licked long slow strokes, then sucked my clit. Fingers still pumping inside me. ## House Of Forbidden Desire mixes wild adventure with very intense, forbidden desire. It’s not just another drama. You follow this glamorous, powerful family, "the Maxwells," as they get pulled into a dangerous, mysterious world full of secrets, hidden obsession, and steamy temptations that test every relationship. ## Isabella, the youngest daughter, is caught in a web of temptation. Never meant to see what she saw that night. Her powerful father. In a stolen moment by the pool with the caretaker’s daughter. A truth that should have stayed hidden. This single moment changes everything. And she isn't the only one who saw. Her seductive stepmother draws her closer than is safe using her as a bait. Her step-twin brothers cross lines they swore they never would. A perfect sister risks her marriage for a secret affair. Her Brother abroad returns with sibling fantasies he can no longer hide and wishes to fulfill. An uncle’s charm masks intentions that could destroy the family. Sasha, Isabella’s best friend, hides jealousy behind friendship. A silent observer records every secret, ready to burn the family down. When temptation is fully unleashed… Who survives the fire?

At my daughter's high school graduation party, she greeted me with a bouquet containing her wish list. "My dearest Mom! "My life truly begins at eighteen! "This is the first step toward rebuilding my social image and starting an entirely new life! "Thank you, Mom, for supporting me completely!" The list tucked into the bouquet included the newest phone, tablet, laptop, and earbuds. Together, the smaller items cost more than five thousand dollars. But the final line, printed in bold red letters, stabbed into my eyes like the point of a knife: Helena Abernathy must give Chloe Collins a house free of charge. The property will be for Chloe's exclusive use, and no one else will be permitted inside. I stared at the bouquet, while the soul that had died unjustly in my previous life trembled inside my body. Last time, I carried that bouquet home and tossed and turned all night. In the end, I still tried to discuss it with my daughter. "Chloe, about the house... I truly can't afford it right now." "Could we possibly..." Chloe was silent for three seconds before accusing me through tears. "I knew it! You never loved me. You only love yourself!" My photograph, address, and workplace were posted across social media. Then came the online attacks, the doxxing, the red paint splashed across my door, and the suspension from my job. When I stood on a rooftop, unable to endure the abuse any longer, the people below kept recording and shouting: "Jump! If you aren't guilty, why would you jump?" This time, I looked down at the bouquet in my arms and smiled. I didn't want the list. And I didn't want this daughter anymore.

Blindfolded and placed on his knees, August has an affair with a stranger—another hook up at the club that leaves him sore, broken, and craving more. Accidentally, he gets a job as a live-in housekeeper in a glass house downtown, just a day after that hook-up. He encounters the hot, right-handed man Levi, whom he can't seem to resist. In the house, everything feels strange, as if eyes are watching and walls are listening. A stalker starts texting him, and he plays along with them. Unknown to him, the house is always watching. Slowly, he started having nightmares, seeing things of his past again, a part he thought he had buried. The house was jogging his memories. He sees a piece of his past in the house, a piece that belonged to his supposedly dead best friend, making him start asking questions about the actual owner of the house. August is trapped with, the anonymous texter that doesn't stop making endless demands, Levi the hot assistant, the flashbacks with the Stranger from the club, and an idea that his supposedly dead friend, might not be dead. This is a raw, unapologetically addictive dark book, where the only way out is deeper in.

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

When the House Fell Silent is a gripping and emotional family saga that delves into the lives of five siblings — Abby, Aubrey, Tshepo, Mathapelo, and the youngest, Gail — after the sudden death of their father. The novel explores the struggles of grief, the challenges of responsibility, the shadows of abuse, and the weight of family expectations. As the siblings navigate the complexities of marriage, work, and personal trauma, their mother emerges as a steadfast pillar, guiding them through turmoil while facing her own battles as an unemployed matriarch. With in-laws disputing the will and old family wounds resurfacing, the narrative captures the resilience, heartbreak, and courage required to survive. Told with intensity and sensitivity, this novel is a tale of love, loss, and the enduring strength of family bonds. Through trials and triumphs, When the House Fell Silent is ultimately a story of hope, healing, and the voices that must rise to reclaim a family’s future.