Butterfly Yellow

We had been married for three years, yet my husband, Richard Thornton, who suffered from touch deprivation syndrome, still refused to consummate our marriage. Every time his condition flared up, he would only press his forehead tightly against the curve of my neck. I assumed he was saving himself for his first love, the woman who had left years ago. Then, I overheard him talking to his friends. "Stop teasing her next time. It makes her tense up every time." "Got it, Richard. But if you care about Valeria so much, why won't you touch her? It's been three years. Aren't you worried she'll leave you for someone else?" Richard shook his head. "You don't understand. The longer we're together, the harder it is to control myself around her. She's so delicate. I'm terrified I'll hurt her. As long as she's mine, I wouldn't care even if she slept with someone else first." His friends burst out laughing. "Richard, you're all talk. If you could really handle her being with another man, you wouldn't keep running to the hospital. You think we don't know what you're up to?" The next day, I found Richard's medical records. Visit after visit, he kept asking the same question, "How can I be gentler in bed? I don't want to hurt the woman I love."

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is more of mature content set in a mafia world. Dark romance will be widely explored, abusive language and violent scenes will appear too. Proceed with caution. **** A marriage of three years ended up in divorce. That was not the life Megan Clark envisioned when she married the love of her life Javier. In a span of one day, she lost everything . Her marriage, her father and her wealth, her ex husband took it all. Lorenzo is the ruthless capo who calls the shots in the streets of Chicago He had desired Megan since he laid his eyes on her. Something about her Innocence tingled the most darkest of desires inside him. HE MUST TASTE HER. HE MUST OWN HER. But there's one problem; She is married to his scum of nephew. When a chance presents itself, he swoops her off her feet. He will keep her under any cost. " I want a home, a family and I am willing to work on that. I want to struggle for it because a home with you Lorenzo is worth it, every struggle capo. " I want to have this dream, a fantasy of me and you, growing old with our hands together. Then we will look back and say we lived the dream." A deal, that's all they make. A game, that's what they will play but when the terms of his deal burn him and the game becomes more real, can he really entangle himself from the trap called love?

Luna was born to the royal Ashford bloodline of the Southern Lunar Kingdom and raised to be the perfect heir. She was obedient, gracious, and untouched by scandal. But a wrong choice bound her to the wrong man: Alpha Damon Treuman, a ruthless power-seeker whose charm hid an ambition as cold as his heart. When Luna uncovers the depth of his deceit, her defiance costs her everything. She is betrayed, hunted, and left for dead. However, she finds protection under the elusive and feared stranger whose empire bridges both the human and supernatural worlds, a man she’s drawn to like moth to flame. But his price is her surrender. Luna swore she'd never submit to another man's control. Yet this stranger's dominance ignites something primal and terrifying. A pull she can’t resist. A hunger that mirrors her rage. The more she fights it, the deeper she falls. His touch awakens the wolf Damon tried to kill. His darkness calls to hers. And in his arms, Luna realized that the line between salvation and damnation is sharply thin. But vengeance demands sacrifice. And for Luna Ashford, love and retribution might be forged on the same blade.

After her accident, sophia finds herself in a completely different world. A world she knows nothing about, but she has to get used to it and learn how to live among the supernaturals residing in this realm. She has a mission to fulfill and a man to love and this Man is mine other than the devil himself. How will Sophia encounter all the challenges as the new Queen of hell and the Lucifer's mate? Will she choose to sacrifice her life for her beloved or will she watch as they perish?

“I, Megan Prescott, reject you, Alpha Austin Sinclair of Crescent Moon Pack, as my mate and my Alpha. I wish you both happiness, and I hope you’ll finally be happy being with her.” Her voice was shaky and filled with intense sadness and grief. He smirked at her. “Oh, Megan. How would you even survive without me? You’re just a poor housewife. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Just sit here quietly and continue being my wife and Luna of this pack.” ** For three years, Megan had loved her husband, Alpha Austin Sinclair, wholeheartedly and served the pack with all her heart, leaving behind everything—her inheritance, her family, her status, her unparalleled true bloodline—just to be with him. Austin never noticed her; all he saw was a housewife who took care of his needs. However, Megan’s hope was shattered when his first love came back into the picture. Heartbroken and pregnant, Megan finally decided to let go and reclaim her true self. She severed their mate bond, divorced him, and disappeared. Leaving Austin in regret. Years later, she returned, not as the broken or rejected Luna, but as Megan Prescott, the Moon heiress to the most powerful royal European Pack, cloaked in wealth and power. Her presence commands authority and influence. Her mission is clear—protect her son, reclaim her power, and avoid Austin by all means. However, Austin wasn’t going to let go. He had realized how much he loved her after losing her. For the first time in his proud, arrogant life, he humbled himself and pleaded on his knees. “Megan, please come back to me. What would I do to change your mind?” She stared at him with absolute disgust. “Get the hell out of my life.”

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Being the third party in a relationship cuts deeper than any blade ever could. I watch him glorify her, obsess over her, pour every ounce of his devotion into someone who will never be his wife. The bitter irony tastes like poison on my tongue. I deserve that consuming passion, that unwavering dedication. After all, I'm the one who wears his ring, bears his name, shares his bed. Yet when he looks at me, there's nothing. Just cold, empty indifference. "You are nobody to me." His words echo through my memory like a death knell. "It's impossible for me to care about you. The only person I want isn't here because of you." The marriage was nothing more than a business transaction. I realized this truth far too late.

When I lay dreaming of what my life could have been if I was human and not a hybrid, it always ends the same way, stop wishing for something impossible Laya. I am a hybrid, my yellow eyes a dead giveaway, and in the eyes of humans we are the virus that nearly destroyed the world.

He's carrying a name no one hasn't heard of. A name written in books. A name defined by history. And no one can reject him except the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair. Will history repeats itself? Or a new story will be written?

Get those wet fingers ready as you dive into forbidden Fairytales (An Erotica Series) curated to get your panties wetter. WARNING! 18+ They will be whipping, spitting, taboo, foreplay, breath play, anal, blood play, Dom and sub.

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after that, he grew visibly restless, before rushing out and not returning all night. That night, I hemorrhaged and was taken into emergency care. When the nurse asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I looked at the empty space beside me and answered calmly. "No, I don't."