Becoming A Femme Fatale Book Novels & Stories

It wasn’t enough. I changed quickly, slipping into the tiniest black lace bra that barely covered my nipples and matching panties that rode high on my ass, leaving most of my cheeks exposed. The daring makeup I applied — smoky eyes, bold red lips — made me feel dangerous. Seductive. Like the woman I imagined he wanted.

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

My face petrified in shock when I finally realised that there were no fucking walls… I was laying in the space which had no walls, or maybe the room was enormously large. Tired of moving, I stopped and breathed a sigh. I sniffed around myself, I was still in my gown and the smell of blood on my gown was nerve-wracking. Getting sober from alcohol surely brings me back to reality, and I fucking hate this. One thing was sure: from now on, my life is going to be hell. My innocence was alerting me that something sinister was going to happen to me. And my stupid ass had believed that Japhet would never do anything to harm me.

Hi guys, the story of Blair Fernsby and Guiseppe is now come to an end. It's been a lovely journey writing Cliterella. For me this is one of my biggest project as the scenes I have written in this book were difficult for me. I had to show the girl fierce and arrogant... which I'm not sure I showed it to you guys or not (let me know in the comments) Most of the stories I've come up with are either with the rich male and poor female... I had to show something different. I had to show that a woman can also tame a man... by her beauty. Not all the men are dominant, sometiems a girl can be dominant, too. And men likes this.

I was floating in a silver void where stars blinked like embers. And in front of me stood a woman. Tall, cloaked in pale fur, with eyes like full moons. “You have awakened the blood of the First,” she said. “But awakening is only the beginning.” “You must choose your path.” “You are a wolf, but not just a wolf. You are moon-called.” I opened my mouth to speak, to ask, to understand, but the light collapsed inward. I fell. Kade caught me as I hit the forest floor, gasping.

Happening right now. Nero flashes me a naughty grin and a fire stirs deep in my belly. My wolf is pacing, ready to get going but I begin to panic. I know that Nero told me that we're made for each other but that doesn't mean he has to like what he sees. I took a quick scan of the women here and most of them are skinny or slim. A few are muscular and fewer look like me. I've always been a curvier girl and as I get older I learn how to deal with my insecurities but that doesn't mean that they are no longer there. What if we get naked and Nero regrets having me as his Fated?

"When I finally escaped with Ruby, I made it my mission to rescue the others still trapped. But the island… it was like a ghost. No one could find it—not the authorities, not the so-called champions of justice. They all gave up. Said it was a waste of time." Her voice wavered as she continued, "To survive, I started Shh… café. Then, to save enough for what I thought was a rescue mission, I built Shh, I Tame Real Men. It began with executing men who’d wronged women, but soon, it didn’t matter if they were guilty or innocent. I just needed the money." Her breath hitched, and she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. "And now I find out the mission was a scam. Everything I did—it was all for no

Chapter 29: The Queen and the Rat The Council prison cell smelled of rust and despair. Lisa paced the narrow cage, her once-flawless platinum hair matted against her skull. Her red dress—the one she’d worn to destroy Elena’s life—hung in tatters. Her nails were broken and bloody from clawing at the stone walls. She was a ruin. A ghost of the girl who thought she could steal a crown. Click. Clack. Click. Footsteps echoed down the damp corridor. Slow. Deliberate. Expensive.

I will not fight. But in the silence of this fortress of glass and steel, a small cold flame has ignited. A prey's vigilance. A fear that knows its predator. And I wonder, looking at the closed door of our apartments, not if there is another woman, but if the truth would be worse. If the other woman is only a detail in a bloody balance sheet. And how long before the perfectly smooth and icy floor of our gilded hell cracks, revealing the abyss that awaits us both. ---

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.