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“What’s there to doubt?” He leaned back, studying me like he was peeling me apart layer by layer. “That little facade you wear. The good girl kind. A bookworm. The type who spends her nights in her room with a blanket, reading, knitting, home early from work, asleep before midnight. Is that really all there is to you?” I froze as I felt my throat tightening. A bookworm? Knitting? What was wrong with that? Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small.

He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba. This creature was in the shape of a German shepherd, but was at least a head taller, if not more. It was striped gray and black and had a lion-like mane that was only a little darker than the rest of the fur. It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

But eventually, she surrenders… not out of weakness, but because love this forbidden cannot be denied. Dante, the man who swore to ruin her, is a world unto himself. In his kingdom, there are no rules. He is controlling. Obsessive. Jealous. Ruthless. A dark ruler forged from hate and vengeance. Yet the woman he vowed to destroy becomes the one he is willing to give up everything, even his life, for. Together, they are chaos and fire. Destruction and love. The beginning of an ending that should never exist. Trigger Warnings This book ventures into dark places. Some scenes are raw. Some are heavy. And not everything is safe. It contains sexual content, abuse, and emotional intensity that may n

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

She caressed my cheek, This time something inside hit me to shut up, I gave up and shut my eyes before she insisted on me again. Slowly and steadily, I fell into the numbness of the dark fantasy. *** “Slow down, Liam.” I whimpered but he was uncontrollable. His body weighted on top of me and he was thrusting himself in me vigorously, it was harsh hits that scratched my cores, causing me to endure utter pain. “You love to fuck around, isn’t it? Have it then,” his hand squeezed my neck, strangling me to suffocate. This was his punishment, I knew it was coming, I saw that coming.

Not from outside this time, but from inside me. Darius said something sharp and urgent. I felt my knees start to give and there was nothing I could do about it, absolutely nothing, and the last thing I was aware of before the dark came down was the man almost touching me.

He blinked, and the shielding of his eyelashes momentarily covered the beauty, naturally long and soft looking- feminine compared to the rest of his well-structured features. By the time the stranger's eyes opened again, that beautiful green that was vibrant turned into something so malicious, dangerous. Darkness engulfed the dark eyes, turning them into something much colder, demonic. Around his eyes, veins pulsed underneath his flawless complexion. "You'll regret ever being alive." His voice was just as deadly as he looked.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️