Ask The Cmc Novels & Stories

Liliana Patrick, a twenty three years old timid and clumsy lady who lost everything in a blink of an eye. Suffer was an understatement in her case, she had nothing, no shelter, no friends, no family. But when she steps her leg in to Kings Company, she was introduced to another world she never knew about. Nicholas King, an example of rude and arrogant, cold, dominant, commanding and heartless. The thirty years took over his late father's property after he passed away, he shows no mercy to his workers, he can fire you with just a little mistake. But when his eyes roam her body as she walks into his office, he claimed her as his. I took a seat in front of him. "Good morning Sir-" I greeted but he cuts me off. "Did I ask you to seat?" His voice, so raspy, so deep, so sensual, so husky and so......British? I never knew the Kings were British. But what took my attention were those words he said. "Uhh....." I stood up immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize but he looks angry or something. "You came sixteen minutes late, left my door opened, sat on the chair like you own the place" he snarled at me..... okay, Mr rude. "I.....I said I was sorry" I look away from him, he shuffle and his cologne filled my nostrils, sandalwood and lavender oil. "You are not to talk back till I ask you to. Sit" he ordered and I did. He grabs what looks like my resumè, he looks at me in an instant. His blue orbs holds no emotions in his eyes as he stares at me, but what was so intriguing was the fact that he's intimidating me really bad.

Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

Madison Macaulay had to save her mother and for that, she needed a lot of money. She didn't exactly have a perfect life and as she was still paying off her student loans, there was no way to get her hands on such a large amount of money. Adam Maxwell is a rich young CEO, who always wanted to have it his way. He is a narcissist and never really puts many thoughts into others' emotions. A wrong decision in a business deal causes his company to be on the brink of closing up and the only person who could save him was his father. Is he willing to let go of his pride to ask his father for help and accepts his father's condition to marry within a month? We'll just have to see how fate brings Madison and Adam into a twisted romance.

Five years after the death of her husband, Penelope Hampson meets Jeremy Gilbert at a party, and the attraction between them is just so intense. Four months later, things had moved really fast between them and Penny is so much in love with Jeremy... And Jeremy loves her too—well, at least he says he does. But the problem is that Jeremy could not.... Or would not ask her to marry him. He seems to want the whole relationship package—Except the responsibility. ------------------ The thirst that kisses could not quench.... Was Jeremy right? Should Penny give in to his demands. The attraction between them had now grown into a throbbing, scorching flame of desire. She could no longer be satisfied with just those passionate, disturbing kisses. And Jeremy was a man. He wanted more —much more —than kisses.

"Run all you want, little wild rose… but you’ll never escape me." Nirvana’s life was supposed to be simple…until betrayal sold her to the devil himself. RAyNe St Trinity is cold, cruel, and untouchable, a man who rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an unforgiving grip. Now, she’s his possession. A pawn in his ruthless game. She resists. He enjoys the challenge. She begs for freedom. He tightens his hold. But as the lines between obsession and desire blur, Nirvana realizes escaping RAyNe isn’t just impossible…it might be the last thing she wants. And when danger closes in, she’s forced to ask herself the one question that terrifies her most… What if the man she fears is the only one who can save her?

They had said that a woman could never rule a pack especially the illegitimate daughter of their dead Alpha. He had left no heir to rule after him leaving her to do it when she had no idea of what being a leader is. She had always lived under their shadows and always under their mercy. Confused She falls into the arms of her childhood friends. After her female best friend urges her to marry Lucas, her childhood best friend. Naive and gullible, she falls into their trap and is cheated out of her right. when the claws of their betrayal hits her, she is left with no choice but ask for help from the HATED WEREWOLF KING. would her heart finally be softened by her enemy? or would she return back to her best friend who had betrayed her?

Fated mates is something some wolves are destined to have and some are made to forever be alone or take the rejected or widowed as mates later in life, with the approval of the council and the moon goddess. When Alpha Nixon Marsh of the Night Moon Pack starts to lose hope of finding his beloved mate, he fears his only option is to accept an offer given by a women he can not stand and ask the moon goddess to fate them together before the council. Harper Lewis is an adventurous soul who enjoys the company of books and the solitude the actional lone camping trip has to offer. With a less the perfect home life and constant bullying from his older brother and mom for being openly gay he feels alone and misunderstood. A rainy day. a trip over his own feet and the spilling of his favorite tea change his life forever.

I was a nobody, but for three years, I was in love with Dante, the heir to the Blackwood family—Chicago's biggest name in the mob. The day I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I couldn't wait to tell him the good news. But then I heard his twin brother, Marco, ask him, "Bro, when are you gonna tell Rose it was me in her bed every night, pretending I was you?" Dante's voice had a coldness I'd never heard before. "At the wedding, in one week. I'll expose everything, then I'll propose to Isabella." Isabella. The rich girl who used to bully me. So, this was all just payback for his precious Isabella. But what Dante didn't know was that the wedding he'd so carefully planned would be missing its bride.

"Didn't you ask me to marry you? I permit you to wed me," said the raven-haired woman with a straight, blank face. "...Pardon?" "Let's get married." "...Weren't you the one who repeatedly rejected my proposal last night?" "Can't a woman play hard to get?" The man's face twitched. He could barely keep up with her, "Look, once you—" "So, you won't marry me?" A strange glint passed through the man's amber orbs which disappeared quickly just as it came by. "Who's to say I won't?" — In which a commander of a special unit under the PSIA found himself in a contractual marriage with his strange and mysterious neighbor. Little did he know that she's one heck of a little assassin.

Sandra Kinsey's dance studio was where she buried her passion. It was also our secret place. No one else was allowed in. No one but me. Until one day, her assistant barged in, using a love for Latin dance as an excuse, and danced with her intimately. Sandra didn't push him away. That was the moment I knew—you can't make someone stay when their heart has already left. I stripped her of her authority, took over the company myself, and gave Sandra all the freedom she could ever ask for. But later, eyes red and voice trembling, she looked at me and demanded to know why. I sat on the couch and glanced at her with indifference. "Freedom," I said, "always comes at a price. Doesn't it?"