Bright Lights

This isn’t a book. It’s a violation. Of your rules. Of your morals. Of the last line between want and ruin. These aren’t stories. They’re commands. Each page is a filthy little dare to spread wider, moan louder, and let go of every ounce of control you thought you had. Because once you start reading? You don’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where innocence gets devoured by the mouths it was told to avoid. Where best friends’ daddies, strict professors, and stepbrothers with no self-control break all the rules in your head—and then break you. They’re not gentle. They’re not careful. They’re not here for love. They want your breath caught in your throat. Your thighs shaking from how much you need it. Your body betraying every thought that says “no.” They’ll pin you down with a stare. Fuck your mind until it spirals. Make you beg without even touching you. You’ll gag on the tension. Cry from the pressure. Climax from the ache of what you’re not supposed to want. So keep your fingers ready. Keep the lights low. And baby? Be warned: You’re gonna need a towel by the end. Because this book doesn’t just seduce you. It owns you. Read it loud. Feel it deeper. And don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every depraved second of it.

The death of her sister shocked Belle but that didn’t stop her to step into the mystery of her sister’s murder. But what if those murderers aren’t done by a supernatural being? Belle’s sister died the day before her marriage. People claimed she had killed herself but Belle didn’t believe the investigation and decided to take it by herself. Everything comes down when she had no rules, and the only way for her to find the bottom of the mystery was to call up a demon. Except, this demon is a willful, selfish, and as handsome as devilish he was. Extract: In fear, Belle tried to dash but a hand had sneaked out from the black fog, holding tightly to her elbow. What followed the tight grip on her arm was a voice that sounded deep— deep enough to sound as though he hell was shallower compared to him. "Now, now, where are you running, little prey?" Belle didn't know what she had done. She didn't know what force had caused her to activate what she did. She didn't know what had happened either as her mind was slow to grasp her surrounding. But there was one thing she knew after staring back at the bright red eyes across her. She was looking at a demon. She had called a demon.

When Love Crosses the Line is a contemporary romance novel (complete at 300 chapters) that explores the emotional complexities of love, culture, and self-determination in the British-Nigerian diaspora. Amara Collins, a bright, ambitious young woman raised in the vibrant but tradition-bound Nigerian community of South London, has always walked the line between cultural duty and personal dreams. When she begins university at Kensington Metropolitan, she meets Darren Okafor—handsome, intelligent, and from a family her parents proudly approve of. For a while, everything aligns: faith, tribe, expectations, and a future they can all agree on. But her world shifts when she's posted to Manchester for her youth service year and meets Liam Adeyemi, a gifted artist with a quiet intensity and a radically different outlook on life. He’s not from her tribe, not what her family expected—but he makes her feel truly seen. With Liam, she finds not just love, but freedom, creativity, and a path she never dared to imagine for herself. As pressure mounts from her family to return to the path they’ve chosen for her, Amara must decide: will she sacrifice her heart to please her family or cross the cultural lines drawn around her and fight for a love that could cost her everything?

“Mine,” I heard him say, as his eyes turned a bright shade of red. Maybe I should've shouted for help. Or hit one of his men, who was holding me in place. Instead, my heart stirred at the sound of his voice. “I always get what I want.” He continued. “And I'm taking you with me.” He stared directly into my eyes, and my breath turned raspy. He looked scary, yet I wasn't afraid of him. I turned back towards the dark alley. If I didn't go with him, I'd be caught by those killers sent by my father. But this man didn't look human. I took a deep breath, and made my decision quickly. “Yes, I'm yours.” *** On her wedding day, Mirabella Aurel eloped, only to be captured by a strange man. Danger. That was what came to mind, once she locked gazes with Zeke Elliott. Plunged into a world of darkness, power, and abnormality, Mirabella discovers that she might have just jumped from frying pan to fire. In the midst of all, she finds herself falling for a vampire whom she never thought existed. And he might be the only one who can protect her, and help her enact revenge on her…father.

***Sequel to His Blood Moon Queen*** It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere? Across the globe in the city of Mexico, life was different for a girl named Zephyra. Trained to be an assassin from a young age, Zephyra is given the opportunity to leave Mexico and the task to kill the Alpha and Luna of Blood Moon Pack, so, what happens when the moon goddess plays her card of twisted fate for you to find your mate, and everything starts to change. What happens when you find out that your whole life has been a lie? What would you do if you found out that you were raised to kill the very people that brought you into this world? What would you do if you found out you are the lost daughter of the blood moon pack?

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

Have you seen anyone die in front of you? No? Well, I have, more times than I can count. I seem to have a morbid attraction to . Maybe it's like a superpower or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly the Crimson curse, as I like to call it. You would think that doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until a week ago. I guess seeing your parents get murdered in front of your eyes and seeing their blood and life slowly drain out of their body isn't the same as seeing your neighbour die from a heart attack when you were 9.One more thing you should know about me is that I can make you sleep with one touch. My parents both were doctors and put their abilities to best use. My father could heal everyone other than himself and my mother like myself could drop a person to sleep with just one stroke of the hand.Now I am off to Aliam academy for mastering my supernatural ability, apparently for which my mother enrolled me before dyeing. Well, looking at the bright side, there is one boy with violet-blue eyes and curly black hair and I am falling head over heels for him.

"Did you ever love me?" My voice cracked, trying to hold back my tears.He looked at me and tried to touch me but I avoided it."I am asking you, did you ever love me?" I asked sternly, trying to be strong but my voice betrayed me."I...I don't know" He stuttered and whispered but I heard it clearly.He doesn't know it means he didn't love me at all. I feel empty, and I am really nothing for him. I gave all my strength and all myself to him just to mend his heart.I feel used. I am so done here.____________________Lucas WightenA 25 years old billionaire, He has a 1-year-old son but his wife and him got divorced, his ex-wife cheated on him despite all the good the things he showed to her and loves her wholeheartedly. The day they got divorced changes him into a cold, arrogant, and workaholic man again.Aria Bright A 25 years old lady who works at the cafe. An adopted daughter. Despite all the ups and down to her life she never gives up.Everything will turn up side and down after living in with her husband.❗Read to find out❗❗Grammatical Errors❗®AUGUST 2020IG: azelea_avery

"Take me, please." This time into his ear. He sat up some and grabbed my hips pulling me on to him harder. The deeper he went the more I lost control. I could tell he was holding back. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me. The bruises, because of what he knows about my past, He thinks he has to treat me like I'm fragile. I looked straight into his eyes. "I can take it, please, I want you to make me yours." I was begging him now. I saw his face change as he sat up and pushed my legs up higher. Suddenly he was slamming into me… ***** When Sandra married Ryan she thought she had married her hero. A young bright police detective on his way up. It wasn't long before she realized she was wrong. A narcissistic abusive man with the support of the city and the police department. She was trapped. Caged. Until the night of her monthly trip to the movies with the friends she was allowed. The other police detective’s wives. She saw his eyes as he leaned against the wall. A tinge of recognition as she walked past him. Then everything went dark.

Three years ago, My husband Thomas brought me the divorce paper with his girlfriend Sarah by his side. He had lost all his memory in a car accident, when I woke up from my coma, he had already moved on. I lied to myself that somewhere deep inside, the man I loved was still trapped inside and his warm eyes and gentle spirit were just overridden by anger and amnesia… but I could no longer believe in that lie. He was gone. Forever. Now, I am waiting in my dressing room to go on stage. The young girl who had fallen in love with Thomas had been bright and pretty but this woman who stared back at me in the mirror … She is beautiful, strong, and supported. She has two beautiful kids, even though their father don't know their existence. She had suffered and survived. The me now is the best version of me. I could not wait to show it to the world. However, after I finished my performance, I found, front and center, Thomas is giving me a standing ovation. For the first time in years, he seems to recognize me. Then, the producer Richard found me backstage and inform me that my ex-husband just bought the theater company. What does he want? Can my life ever go back to normal?