Allure Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

Zeus’ POV I didn’t move, not a muscle. The nerve of this woman who doesn’t know rejection. Aurellia’s hand slid up toward my collarbone. “Zeus,” she murmured, voice soft and intimate, “you can push me away all you want, but I think you and I could be-” “No,” I said. Flat and final. Aurellia blinked, but she didn’t step back. She tilted her head instead, her smile returning. Clearly, this woman wasn’t used to not having her way.

“And why, pray tell, would you turn down the chance to be my date? Every warrior in this camp would kill for the opportunity.” “I’d rather go stag than with you. Ask someone else, if everyone is scrambling to be with you.” An ugly sneer twisted Heather’s features. “Fine,” she hissed, flipping her golden ponytail over her shoulder. “But you must be suffering from some kind of… sexual dysfunction, because no sane man would ever turn me down.” Heat flooded my cheeks, but I bit back the caustic retort burning on my tongue. Losing my temper would only give her the satisfaction she craved. Instead, I simply shook my head.

“Oh my God!!!” Jade’s scream practically shook the walls. She bounced on the bed, eyes wide, hands flying everywhere like she might explode from the excitement. “Out of every hot, ridiculously rich guy walking this earth, you just had to spend the night with Jayson Kingsley? The governor’s son? Are you serious right now?” Honey’s face tightened into a deep, irritated frown. She looked like she’d just bitten into something sour. “Why are you acting like I hit the damn jackpot?” she snapped, her voice low but sharp.

Maisy "Mr Quinn has really outdone himself this time." Emilia said to Sara as they admired the decor of the hall. I set my eyes on the swinging chandeliers in an effort to ignore the stares of the servants. Judging by the bulging eyes which obviously indicated shock, I was certain they were the household helpers who were surprised to see a living replica to the late heiress. It could be that... Or the fancy dress I was made to wear. Still, I wasn't comfortable with it.

She was so close, just a few inches and he would be touching her beautiful flawless skin. His head had gone lower, his nose tickling the curve of her shoulder making Audrey shiver in delight. The feeling was all too familiar, the surge of euphoric bliss, fuzzy and light headed feeling coupled with an indescribable skin sensitivity. The slightest skin contact would have them both reeling and shivering in pleasure and delight.

He kissed her head so passionately that he forgot everything around us. She snuggled into her arms even more. Taking in the overwhelming comfort it gave me, it felt like her heart was about to explode. She felt so secure. He pressed her lips so passionately against the top of her head. "Keep your eyes open, Sunshine." He murmured softly. She blinked her eyes and pulled her a little, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, overwhelming joy flowing throughout me. He stepped back to look into her eyes. Her eyes looked weary and he thought he saw love, longing in her eyes.

But even still, I held onto him and let his hands roam every inch of my frame. His embrace was powerful, and his aura filled the room. I felt myself falling under his spell, and I wondered if I was failing as a journalist. I had heard nightmares about women going undercover to solve a case and never making it out. I was determined to keep my sanity and control over my interaction with such a dangerous man. But it was hard. “I think I’ve had enough dancing,” I chuckled. “These are some very high heels, and my feet are already killing me.” “Yeah, okay,” he laughed. “I think you just don't wanna fall in love tonight. But I hear you. We can take a seat.”

Aurelia “Well, well, well,” Cassie, my new college best friend shouted over the pounding bass, leaning in so I could hear her, “Aurelia the good girl in a club.” I rolled my eyes, the neon lights strobing across her amused face. Good girl. If only she knew. Good girls didn’t let their stepbrothers fuck them in locked bathrooms. Good girls didn’t spread their legs under breakfast tables while four other people chatted about mergers and wedding dates.

Melissa's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the intense encounter with Damien. She lay on his bed, surrounded by the opulent decor of his chambers. The memories of their passionate night still lingered, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. As she sat up, a faint noise caught her attention. It sounded like whispers, but they were too soft to decipher. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. The whispers grew louder, and she recognized the voices – they were the pack members, discussing something in hushed tones.

His wife was just so beautiful. He had been away for two days and wasn’t supposed to arrive that night but he missed her so he came early. He wanted it to be a surprise but waking up his pregnant wife was something he couldn’t do so he went for a swim. She was Aphrodite; the goddess of love, his wife and lover. Neal’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, her breasts full and pert against the sheer material of her nightgown, her stomach showing that round belly, the proof of their love on display, hips curving, and a shadowed triangle visible between her thighs.