Anakin Skywalker Burned

This book is a collection of steamy erotica stories meant for adults only—over 18. It dives into forbidden romances, intense BDSM scenes, and all kinds of wild, explicit encounters that might push your buttons or make you blush. If that's not your thing, or if you're under age, put it down now. These tales are raw, passionate, and not for the faint of heart. *** I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, the cold air kissing my naked skin like a thousand tiny fingers. My heart pounded as I wrapped my fingers around Damian's thick cock, feeling it throb hot under my touch. Elena watched from her chair, her voice breaking through the tension: "Take him slow. Let me see you worship it." I leaned in, licking the tip, tasting the salty drop that leaked out, and Damian groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. The shame burned, but so did the ache between my legs. I was already dripping, ready for whatever nasty thing came next.

My childhood friend called, saying he was trapped in a fire. He wanted to hear my voice one last time, and I rushed to the scene as fast as I could. But in that small, blazing spot, there was only a cat. Stumbling, I got the cat out, but my arms got burned. A crowd gathered, pointing at me and laughing hysterically. "She actually went for it?" "What a simp, risking her life like that!" Safe and sound, Colin Porter stepped out of the crowd with a grin. He picked up the cat from my arms and handed it to his crush. "See? I told you the cat would be fine. When have I ever lied to you?" Turning back to me, he said, "The cat got spooked and ran into the fire. We didn't know what to do, so we called you. Thank you for your help." The people around us snickered, like they were watching a trained dog. Later, on my wedding day, my husband carried me to the car. Colin, dragging his burned, bloody legs, crawled on the ground. He begged, "I'm hurt, Selena! Come help me!"

WARNING! This book is not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Some parts contain graphic sex scenes, adult language, and situations intended for mature readers only! BLURB She saved herself for the man she thought would be her forever. She believed in love, in promises, in happily ever after. Until she caught her fiancé tangled in another woman’s arms. Betrayal burned through her veins, leaving behind only one desire. REVENGE. And what better way to break him than to seduce the one man who could shatter his pride—his powerful, dangerously handsome billionaire uncle? He’s older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But she’s willing to play dirty, willing to risk everything, just to watch her ex suffer. But what happens when the game turns on her? Because the moment she steps into his world, she realizes he’s not just a pawn in her twisted little plan. He’s a man who dominates, consumes, and makes her feel things she’s never felt before. And the worst part? She might not want to escape.

"You are to become the Alpha prince now, Alora. You are no longer a princess but a prince and no one must ever find out that you are a girl. You must never fall in love or trust anyone with your identity, do you understand?" "Yes mother." I answered, clutching my trousers tightly as the tears burned my vision, threatening to fall. *.*.* After her twin brother is involved in an orchestrated accident that takes his life on the day of her eighteenth birthday and marriage introduction, Alora's whole life changes in a flash. She is forced to live in the shoes of her dead brother and resume the position of the crown prince until his culprit is found. But when Alora stumbles on Alpha prince Kalix at the royal Alpha academy, her supposed betrothed, she realizes that things are about to get a whole lot messier than intended. To make matters worse, he is also her fated mate and roommate with a secret of his own. Will Alora be able to survive in the academy as a boy? Will she be able to put her feelings aside for Kalix and focus on the task at hand or will her secret identity be exposed before she succeeds in her mission?

Natalie Walker poured her heart and soul into loving Cedric Johnson for ten years, only to end up being burned to death by his lover.Cedric thought of that woman as nothing more than a housemaid. Even marriage wouldn't change her status. That was, until he received the news that she wanted a divorce..."Why do you want a divorce?" Cedric asked arrogantly, believing that this woman couldn't survive without him."Aren't you eager for me to die so you can be with your lover? I'm simply fulfilling your wish!" Natalie shot back as she laughed mockingly. "Cedric, I won't be blind again! Not in this lifetime!"Natalie, who had been reborn from the ashes, held the divorce papers and kicked the scumbag and his mistress to the curb.At a press conference for her company, the media asked, "We heard that you initiated the divorce. Could you tell us the reason?"Natalie responded calmly, "It was simply time to let go."That fire had consumed all her emotions.Looking back, it was nothing more than a long-planned trap set for her.

She needed help. He could help her. But there was a high price. Ellen was certain that the offer to be Damien Mason could be both her salvation and her downfall, but she didn't have much choice. She had to protect those she loved. Damien Mason is an arrogant billionaire who values someone's social status more than their character. Accustomed to a futile and luxurious life, everything for him must be designer, including the women who share his bed. But one night in Rio de Janeiro, he will have his principles put to the test, in front of the young bartender Ellen. A humble girl, totally out of his standards, but who manages to awaken in him an uncontrollable desire. Agile and practical, Damien takes advantage of Ellen's desperate situation and makes her a tempting offer: to be her companion in exchange for a definitive solution to all her problems. A definitive solution to all her torments. He believes he can seduce her to satisfy his unseemly cravings and finally return to his extravagant life. It would be just a deal, with no feelings involved. But can you play with fire and get out without getting burned?

On the day of my wedding, I waited on the stage for six long hours with the wedding ring in my hand. The bride never came. Instead, I was greeted with the sight of my older sister's bloodied corpse. To make things worse, my wife, Winona Graham, was the one who defended the murderer in the court. I demanded answers from Winona like a madman, only to be locked up in an oven that was toggled to 200 degrees Fahrenheit by her. "Are you done, Arthur? It's Annabelle's own fault that she died in the first place! This has nothing to do with Hudson at all! He has just started his life as a young adult, and I won't let you ruin his life! "Just sit here and reflect on yourself! The moment you decide to sign the Letter of Understanding is the moment I'll get someone here to free you from the oven!" After that, I was trapped in the oven for 12 hours, resulting in my death from getting burned alive. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Winona throws the Letter of Understanding in my face.

To my girlies who CRAVE the dark things, OBSESS over trigger warnings and YEARN for the explicit contents. Welcome to Mooncrust Academy. Anna, a cursed omega with an unknown origin. The only omega in an academy exclusive to werewolves with Alpha's blood, certainly the moon goddess must have made a mistake sending her a letter of admission. She's a weak omega bullied by all. She never thought she would see him again. Jace. Her childhood crush. Her rejected Alpha mate.  But three years later, here they are... Jace, an Alpha with uncontrollable bloodlust. He is the youngest and most powerful alpha in the west region. He is broken and burned with demons from his past; the only thing that will satisfy his quest is to bring Anna down to her knees, hopeless, helpless, and horny, and finally tortoure her for the death of his father.  What if guilty pleasures and attaining knowlegde is not the only thing going on in the Academy? What if there are demons lurking in the dark shadows of Mooncrust halls offering sexual pleasures and physical strength to students in exchange for their souls. Slowly and secretly building an army of possessed werewolves to destroy the werewolf realm forever, who will stop these forces?

Take her! She is ours! The little wolf in front of me seemed as frozen as me, but that ancient old need only turned stronger now that she stood in front of me. I reached out and grabbed her by her neck. She gasped, shocked, and then I pushed her backwards, closing the door behind us and locking it. Yes, she was trapped now with the big, bad lycan king. *** Anastasia lost everything when she was a young child. Her entire family was killed by mysterious lycans, leaving her scarred for life and burned after a violent fire took her home. Luckily, she is found and taken in by her aunt, but Anastasia vows to find the lycans who destroyed her family, and to end them all. At a glorious party where Lycan King Roman is set to introduce his new queen, Anastasia hopes she can finally locate those responsible for her years of pain. Instead, she unexpectedly runs into the king in a bathroom. With one look, he becomes the center of her world. But can she trust him when she has sworn to hate all lycans? *Book 1*

“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?