Burning Candles

Amber Adams lives a simple and sheltered life under the loving care of her grandmother in a modest rural area. Unbeknownst to Amber, her life is about to change drastically when she finds herself reluctantly agreeing to marry the enigmatic Devlin Wesley. Devlin, Wesley is a self-made billionaire in his youthful prime. Haunted by his grandmother's dying wish, he is forced to marry the granddaughter of his late grandmother's cherished confidante. However, driven by his personal turmoil and a desire for revenge, he sees Amber merely as a pawn in his game. Will Amber's kind heart and innocence melt the icy walls surrounding Devlin's heart? Can love triumph over vengeance? Journey alongside Devlin and Amber, as they find their way through the intricate maze of their hearts, torn between a blossoming love and burning hatred.

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

The mafia's maid. "Are you ready?" Damon asked. "Of course. I can't even imagine what torture my sister must be going through right now." Ashley answered. "Mom and dad won't allow this and she needs help, I can sacrifice myself." She wore a deep frown. The anger inside Ashely's heart was burning and that can't be hidden. "Okay then, just follow my instructions and report to me everything he does." Damon continued, "but if you feel you're in danger," he leaned forward from the front seat and placed her hands on his, "please leave immediately." He looked at her seriously. His forehead was wrinkled as he stared seriously at her. "And one more vital information." "What is it?" She inquiried. "He's a heart throb. Promise you will never get attracted to him." "Okay." She half smiled. ***** Ashley is a nineteen year old college girl striving to survive school when her younger sister gets kidnapped by a mafia boss. She has to go undercover as a maid to rescue her sister with some help from Damon. The plan was to get information, save her sister and leave. No falling in love. Easy right?

Craving for one another, there desires run wild, there list burns exploring there emotions. A touch runs deep darkening there infatuation, thirtst quenching from the friction of there heated body. Leonel and Ismael, heirs to ruvalry business empires, find pleasure in themselves, a pleasure that leads burning love , a flame that scourges all it touches. His eyes had found what he desired, the fiery flames of lust burning down his resentments to love, he craved for the touch of his lips, his excitement at there marital bound, lunching in there disruption, bringing there secrets to life, tearing for a long while themselves away apart from one another. years passed Ismael returns to the married Leo, with kids exactly aged at there departing day, seeking to find the truth at there striking resemblance, Ismael's revenge plan is revealed.

So this is it'. I thought to myself. A thick scent of blood consumed my senses. A dull thud im my chest that was nearing its final beat. I look around at the mess I got myself into this time. Knowing it to be my last. Why wasn't I more appreciative of the life I was given. Its not like my life was hard or demeaning. I just didn't like the fact my destiny was pre determined before I was even born. And there it was a pair of sapphire eyes staring at me with hatred, deep burning hatred that you could feel in the depths of your gut, but something new was hidden behind the hatred was that remorse. Well for you to understand, I better start from the beginning. My name is Venus Lee DeLorentez, Venus for short. My mum named me after the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. I know not the name i would have chosen for myself but she was a very spiritual lady, not only believing in our moon goddess who is the creator of all of our species and we cherish her as a God, who is in control of who we are destined to be mated to, our shifting into our wolve counterparts she is a patron a becon if you will to all the female werewolves especially our Lunas. My mum was into all mythological Gods and goddesses. Always telling me they all have a role in this world.

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.

Denzel murmured into her ears, "I want to kiss and devour every inch of you till the entire pack hears you screaming my name." "Denzel..." Cinnia panted as pleasure shot through her body. ... Cinnia Ramilek, a remarkable werewolf-witch hybrid, has spent five years on the run until one night of wild passion with a magnetic stranger changes her life forever. Little does she know, this mysterious man is none other than Denzel Montgomery, the ruthless Lycan Prince and Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, and the intensity of their connection is undeniable. However, Cinnia's new reality is shattered when she uncovers a painful truth about Denzel. Overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions, Cinnia decides to distance herself from him, yet a detail that she can't ignore, tugs at her heart and leads her down a perilous path where burning desires and dangers intertwine.

Claudia Scott is ready to start her family as the wife of the New Moon pack’s beta. But when a stranger arrives, claiming she’s not who she thinks she is, Claudia’s life takes a dark turn. As she digs into the mysterious revelations, she uncovers a string of secrets that Braden has been keeping from her. Now, as her world unravels, Claudia must confront a heartbreaking betrayal and the truth about her past. With war looming and her enemies closing in, Claudia must reclaim her rightful place before those who betrayed her strip everything from her. But blood, power, and survival come at a cost—and in this battle, there can be no mercy. Torn between her past, her loyalty, and the undeniable bond with a mysterious stranger, Claudia will stop at nothing to take back what’s hers … even if it means facing her darkest fears and burning down the world to do it. In a game of lust, power, and blood, the only way to survive is to surrender...to the heat of the hunt.

Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."

(A/N: Hello sweety, I want to inform you and assure you that this book is certainly the erotica book you are looking for. This book is all about the thrilling sex life of a youngster, which is very erotic, steamy, and has a touch of dark relationship and dark romance (BDSM). (Do enjoy reading!) Snow POV I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!