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WARNING: This book unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature content. It is not advisable for underage readers. If you're not into reading erotica, do not open this book. But if you dare, prepare to be captivated by a world of intense desire and forbidden love. For Pleasure Only is a compilation of dirty, erotic romance story you can only imagine and find in books. This book is capable of opening and ushering you into an erotica world you have no idea about. This compilation of erotic romance stories will keep you on the edge of your seat, offering a tantalizing escape into a world where passion knows no bounds and desires are unapologetically fulfilled.

Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy.

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Warning: This is a no-sweet love story, but a must-read for those with a dirty mind. The novel is not for the faint of heart. Within these pages lie secrets that are whispered in darkness and moaned in ecstasy, stories that explore the raw, unfiltered depths of human desire. Each chapter builds to a crescendo of passion, leaving you breathless and aching for more. It is a journey through the diverse landscapes of eroticism, where power struggles dance with surrender, and mind games blur the lines between pleasure and pain. If explicit scenes that push boundaries offend you, turn back now. This collection is crafted for dark-minded adults who embrace their primal fantasies without apology. “For those seeking scorching hot, unapologetically dirty tales of wild passion, look no further. But be warned: these stories will make your legs quiver and your imagination burn.” If you're underage, do not dare proceed. Even adults should lock their doors before diving in. You've been warned. “Now step inside if you think you can handle the heat.”

Jo hasn't heard a word from Jude since he left for therapy after they completed high school. Three years on, she decides to give love another chance. Just when she opens her heart to someone else, Jude walks back into her life. Do the feelings of old still exist? Do they matter any more? Book 2 of Knowing Jude

When the apocalypse descended in all its eerie chaos, I was the Vanguard Base’s only researcher specializing in supernatural abilities. I willingly handed over the honor of saving the leader to my best friend, Ruby Barrett. In my past life, Ruby, who couldn’t even fully recite the periodic table, suddenly claimed she had comprehended the Spark of Dominion for awakening powers. Every time I guided someone, I had to stay up all night analyzing data and calculating mental thresholds. Yet with a casual touch of her finger, she could flawlessly awaken survivors. Everyone began to worship her as the Mother of Abilities. Until the day Commander Alden Morris awakened a top-tier lightning ability, Ruby shoved me aside. “Faith, this isn’t the time for you to show off. Commander Morris’s safety concerns the survival of all humanity. Let me handle it.” I tried desperately to stop her, warning her of the violent nature of lightning abilities, but the survivors who idolized her tied me up. Ruby actually succeeded in stabilizing Commander Morris and became the savior of the base. Meanwhile, she framed me for conducting live human experiments, had my limbs broken, and I was thrown into a pit of zombies. Only as I was dying did I realize she had awakened a mind-reading ability, stealing the methods I used to guide others’ awakenings. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day she first claimed to have mastered the Spark of Dominion. This time, I didn’t stay up day and night analyzing data or memorizing formulas. Instead, I started humming the tune of a broadcast exercise routine.