Becoming A Femme Fatale Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Amelia The slap that Sarah had given had been a beautiful scene. For some reason I felt good, even though I didn't even know the woman James was pulling away from the wolf. Even I would pull the poor thing if I could. It looked like the redhead's dominance was going to swallow the girl by itself. I have to admit, I had to sit back because of it, but oddly enough, the situation was distracting me from recent thoughts since the fatality with my brother.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

Such a life is inevitably tragic. In the final outcome, the heroine became pregnant with a strange man's child and died in childbirth. Tired. This led me to chew through several more books. I admit that I am jealous, and this jealousy also involves her not telling the truth to me. Amused by her, I moved closer to her, leaned lazily on her shoulders, gave her all my weight, knocked on the cover and asked, " Have you read it?”

Zariah’s POV The stranger’s words wouldn’t leave her. Inside. Rot from within. Her penthouse felt colder than ever as she stepped inside, every shadow heavy with suspicion. She poured herself a glass of wine, but her hands shook as she lifted it. She was Zariah Ambrose; untouchable, unstoppable. Yet tonight, she felt like a target carved into the dark. She sank into the leather sofa, glass untouched, eyes locked on the skyline. Somewhere out there, someone she trusted had slit her walls open for her enemies to crawl in.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

"The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!" "While the husbands think their wives are studying to cook something, they are actually falling in love with Diego," Andrea said. I remembered the first time I read the "Silk Ladies" series. I was in college and my roommate suggested I read "The Women," and since then I fell in love with that erotic book. I've been following the series ever since. "Wow," Lorenzo murmured after a while. "Is that all?" "Yes Lorenzo, normal sex is simple and if done right it will become even more pleasurable. You can even innovate by lightly introducing your sadom

“But that doesn't mean I am finished with you. I’ve watched you for years, June. I’ve watched the way you move, the way you defy everyone with nothing but a look. You have a fire that Lia will never possess. She is a statue; you are a storm. You cannot be my Queen, but you can very well become something more important to me. Something kept in the dark, away from Lia’s notice. A secret I keep in the heart of this palace. Something that belongs solely to me, without the interference of pack laws or elder councils.” I felt my heart stop, then restart with a sickening thud against my ribs. I looked up into his dark, calculating eyes, searching for a hint of a joke, a shred of the man I thought t

She cried until her chest ached, until exhaustion finally pulled her under. Hours later… Reena—now living in Rose Whitmore’s body—slowly regained her composure. She sat upright, wiped her tears, and took a deep breath. “Alright,” she whispered to herself. “If I’ve been given a second life, then I’ll live it on my own terms.” The weakness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a quiet determination. “I will not make the same mistakes Rose did.” Scenes from the novel flooded her mind. How Rose had crossed every boundary to possess the male lead—Daniel Cross.

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.