Celestial Bodies

"I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire. "I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest. "why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers. He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies. "After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed. "And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers. Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion. "I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips. "I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back." Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her. The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert. As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past. After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??.

“What’s wrong, Jane, can you not feel me?” Ethan demands, slɑmming his into mine so I feel sure he’ll leave a bruise. “Am I not giving you hard enough?” Still I don’t respond. All I can do is imagine him with Eve, kissing and making lóve to her, giving her all the things he used to give me. I can see their writhing bodies in my mind’s eye, tɑngling the sheets of the Alpha’s bdd. It makes me feel sick to my stomach to know my husband was with the other woman mere hours ago, how does he even have the energy to use me this way when Eve was pleasuring him all night long? *** My husband seeks nothing but to claim me as roughly and thoroughly as he possibly can - and remind me of my proper place. This is what I have to look forward to: a lifetime of pain… unless I finally do what I’ve been planning over the last few months, and ask Ethan for a divorce.I didn’t even know it was possible for an omega to leave an Alpha until recently. Legally, we have almost no rights, but I could request a divorce. Now it is the time. *** Ethan and Jane were childhood sweethearts. However, he is alpha and she is omega. It was almost impossible for them to be fated mate. Ethan did not give up but chose Jane to be his wife and luna. But Fate sure knows how to run with a bit. This young couple messes up their first marriage by lack of trust. Divorce is easy. But what about finding out you were pregnant after divorce?What if you had quadruplets?

"Do you always get this angry when others play with your dolls?" "No, just when it comes to you. You're my favorite doll." * Cara Morelli gets the heartbreak of her life when she finds out that her boyfriend is a recruiter for an illegal sex club, but that is after he abducts and dumps her there. As fiery as she is stubborn, she won't go down easily. After maiming, and nearly killing a client- on purpose- she is punished; murdered. But by some stroke of providence, she reincarnates inside the body of a woman known as Agent Thirteen, who belonged to an elite team of female assassins. And the Boss? A ruthless mafia Don widely known as Leone "the devil" Andreotti. It takes Cara a while to get used to the fact that prior to the time when she swapped bodies with Agent Thirteen, the assassin had signed her freedom off to Leone as part of the contract to be his assassin... to be used to kill targets until she scored him a hundred kills. But now, Leone wants more than a hundred kills from Cara... Ever since she blatantly disrespected him. And now that she is a trained assassin, is this the answer to her long-standing quest for revenge against her betraying boyfriend and the club, or will it embroil her deeper in a deadly obsession with the most dangerous man in the city? You're right. It's both. * "I'm tired. Fucking kill me already." "No, I want to wear you out. That's the only way I'll enjoy it. I have preferences, Angel." * "If you run, he will chase you." "If I don't, he will kill me." "Will he?" The look she gives me is knowing. I roll my eyes. "Of course he will." Right?

Sixty-nine ways to make you sin. Sixty-nine positions to leave you soaked, dripping, trembling, begging for more until your bellies are bloated with hot loads of cum. These daddies do not hand you candies. They want your mouth wrapped around their dirty, hungry cocks. This is not romance. This is not gentle bedtime stories. This is pure, filthy desire, grown men with hungry mouths, ruthless hands, and cocks that know exactly how to make you cum undone. Neighbors with dark smiles. Daddies who do not ask, only take. Stepbrothers who turn one look into a night you will never forget. From late-night encounters that start with a knock and end with your legs shaking, to a therapist giving you private sessions that blur the line between control and surrender, every story drags you deeper. Tongues that do not stop. Fingers that find every weak spot. Bodies locked together in positions designed to break you open and keep you wet. These innocent virgins are adults with secrets they are ready to unleash, craving dominance, chasing the edge, surrendering to pleasure that leaves them gasping. And wet. And dripping for these daddies. Each story pushes them into new positions, new sins, and orgasms they cannot take back. No rules. No apologies. Just sweat-slick skin, whispered commands, and climaxes that hit hard and do not let go. If you want sweet, close the book. If you want dirty, and your sheets soaked; if you need your pussy throbbing, your thighs slick, and your thoughts twisted, step into this wet dream. This is your dirty fix to get your lips swollen, panties ruined, your new wet obsession. Note: A few stories contain incest. Welcome to 69 Positions: Make Me Cum Daddy.

The wolf inside me howls when the bond snaps into place. I’ve found my second-chance mate. Just a few days ago, the man I’ve loved my whole life gave me to our former enemy in exchange for his sister’s hand in marriage. After I risked my own life to save his, my first mate Alpha Raul traded me like a thing. My heart and mind are in chaos, and I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality. The only thing I’m absolutely certain of is that I want more of the tenderness this stranger is offering me, to lose myself in him. His eyes widen, nostrils flaring, and I know he can smell my interest. I’m straddling his waist, and our bodies are pressed together. “You are mine,” he says quietly, and runs his thumb across my lower lip. My breathing is erratic, and I can feel the heat coiling in me, pulsing through me in delectable waves. This is crazy. I don’t even know his name and still, everywhere our skin touches I can feel the want crackling between us like electricity. I want this so badly, but it’s not who I am. I can’t use my savior to avenge myself on Raul and put a plaster on my shattered heart. “I’m sorry, I can’t. This isn’t right,” I offer an apology before getting off of him. But his hand snaps out and grabs my wrist, yanking me back onto him. “Tut-tut little wolf, there’s no running away from me. You’re mated to Alpha King Aiden now and I fully intend to keep you.”

Bastien marries me only for duty. I reject him and leave for good by faking my death. Yet he goes crazy looking for me. He says he loves me when we meet again. No! I don't buy it. I can't let him steal my child! ** "She's not yours!" The front door was locked and deadbolted, but it only takes Bastien and his Betas a moment to break past those defenses. As Bastien towers in the doorway, his silver eyes glowing with barely contained fury, I realize it's all over. Everything I've worked for these past three years is already lost; every tear I've shed and sacrifice I've made has all been for nothing. I come to stand in front of my ex-husband. Goddess I’d forgotten how handsome he is; how tall. It doesn’t feel right to be so near him without our bodies touching; it takes all my strength not to reach out to him. “Hello Bastien.” Whatever he was expecting, it clearly wasn’t this. His silver eyes stop their hungry head-to-toe scan of my body, settling on my face and blinking in surprise. I can see the gears turning in his head, piecing together the puzzle of my presence here and replacing shock with confusion and anger. “Is that really all you have to say to me?” I cock my head to the side. “What would you have me say?” “I thought you were dead!” He barks, making my wolf tuck her tail between her legs. Unlike my wolf, I have more than enough bad memories and regrets to withstand his ire. “Oh I’m sorry, did my funeral get in the way of your wedding plans?”

"I'm not your mate! I reject you! Evil!" He stepped closer like Aeryl was some dangerous animal. One moment, he was across the room. The next, his hand was around her neck, lightly but very threatening, resting her back into the far stone wall. Aeryl gasped, her breath scattering at the sudden, inhuman move. "Careful. You don't know what you're walking into, hybrid," Aramisius hissed, his lips grazing her ear. "You should know your enemies. I am one of them." "What... what do you want from me?" His eyes burned red-silver, unnatural light cutting into her. "All. Of. You." Warning: This book is 18+. There was no escape from him. Aeryl has always known her blood was dangerous. Born a hybrid, she was never fully human, never fully safe. When her father bargains her away to the powerful Lycan Lord, she chooses the only path left. Run and fight. But the night is not merciful. Aramisius rises at midnight: cruel, exquisite, and ancient. And now he has scented her. His mate. His curse-breaker. His obsession. Aeryl may think she can flee, but he does not chase. He hunts. Dragged into his rose-scented castle, Aeryl discovers that the greatest danger is not his cruelty but the way her body responds to him. Her wolf calms in his presence. As rival kings, witches, and shadows close in, Aeryl learns the truth too late: Every kingdom either wants her or fears her and the danger was never Aramisius. It was what would happen if she is taken from him. Can Aeryl find herself and stand against the armies and powers as the world begins to shift? This is not just another werewolf romance. It is dark erotica where bodies are claimed, love is sacrifice, and surrender is the most dangerous ecstasy of all.

I died at eighteen, three months after rejecting the Lycan heir who thought a mate bond meant I belonged to him. Caden Ashford destroyed my life for saying no. He got my parents fired, spread vicious rumors, and when we fled the territory in desperation, our brakes failed on a mountain road. I died watching my parents bleed out, wondering if he'd sabotaged the car or if fate just hated me that much. Then I woke up at the party where it all started. This time I have a plan. That stranger I kissed to piss off Caden? Turns out he's Matthias Ashford, Caden's father and the most powerful Lycan Alpha in the region. Cold, ruthless, and a notorious playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. Perfect. I get a job at his estate as a maid. I seduce the untouchable Alpha. I make myself indispensable. And when Caden realizes his rejected mate is sleeping with his father? That's when the real fun begins. Matthias thinks I'm just a rebellious teenager playing dangerous games. He has no idea I'm the quiet girl everyone underestimates, the one who remembers exactly how the next three months play out, who knows where all the bodies are buried, who will do whatever it takes to rewrite my fate. Caden wants to own me. Matthias wants to possess me. The Lycan Council wants to control me. But I'm done being anyone's victim. I survived death once. This time I'm going to burn down everyone who tried to destroy me. And if I have to become my bully's stepmother to do it? Even better.

*Swords clash against swords, arrows fly with no warnings, spear against spear, magic against magic, and fangs against fangs. The battlefield reek of dead bodies. Demons and werewolves, witches and warlords, shapeshifters, halflings, and many more. Companions were lost as dead bodies keep dropping. A fierce ruthless battle indeed. The Battle Of Blind Justice, The war between the supernaturals and demons that left an indelible mark on their whole existence. Against all odds will the moon Goddess Diana bless them with a mate or will her blessings come with a curse for choosing to follow the ways of dark magic? ****************** Tamar's body was on fire, she knew deep down in the sacred place in-between her legs, she was already wet, and she could feel her body burning from in-depth craving and desire, "I should have self-control," she said. to seduce an alpha king is a crime on its own. but what if he woke up and meet me on his bed like this, won't he thinks that I seduce him into going to bed with me? her thought was chaotic but Lucian didn't give her time to wallow in it as he lowered his head to her small face and kissed her deeply. Tamar could taste some leftover traces of wine in his mouth. at first, she struggled but it didn't take long before she give in to him. gradually the kiss became intense as he devoured her small lips, he moved to her neck and nibbled on it, Tamar was not able to hold back the moan that came out of her mouth, she was surprised with her own hands that were already pulling off his jacket. "What the h*ll am I doing!" she yelled in her head. ***************** Amidst the ongoing war intense romance between couples still Blossom.

"Jealous?" He repeated. "I have no reason to be jealous of him." He leaned in, our faces inches apart. "If I wanted to, I'd have you." He whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "But you can't." I swallowed. "We're just friends." "Friends." He breathed. "And friends don't get jealous." I whispered, my lips brushing against his. "Friends don't 'have' each other." Yet here I was, straddling him in the front seat of my car, my legs on either side of his hips, our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal through the fabric of our clothes, and I unconsciously rubbed against him, seeking friction. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still. "Fuck, Jo." He brushed his lips against mine in a teasing kiss, and I let out a whimper, my hips jerking. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. As our tongues slid against each other, I tasted the familiar taste of his lips, like burnt honey mixed with whiskey. It suddenly dawned on me that friends shouldn't know how they tasted. * * * Josette Wynters has spent her life moving from town to town because of her parents demanding job. She had looked forward to building her life at Cedarville and for the first time in her life, Josette felt like she was finally happy. That was until she caught the eye of Evander Lloyd. The notorious bad boy of Cedarville high. She had tried to avoid him, yet it seemed fate had other plans and she soon became his obsession.