Closed Syllable Exception

Blurb "Jace, no," I whimpered softly knowing it was what I was supposed to say but my heart wasn't so sure. It felt good. So good to be wrong. Yet it was. His voice, too deep for a teenager and his words, so sweet and convincing that all I could feel was how right he was. "Oh Sweetness! What is so wrong about this? I know you want me as much as I want you. How can it be wrong?" he cooed as his thumb stroked me once more. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I wanted more. How was it possible to want something I could never have so bad? "See how wet you are for me?" he whispered in my ear. "You are my brother!" ★★★ A highschool junior nerd, a senior playboy and a forbidden romance. Tess Prescott is used to being her father's only child after her mother died when she was five years old. Eleven years later, her father decides to marry again. Tess not only has to adjust to having a mother figure in her life again but also having a brother. Jace is not the typical stepbrother who just wants to be grumpy and rude to his stepfather and stepsister. He is hot, charming and a playboy, every quality that Tess has always walked away from. Even she finds herself pulled towards his nature and his advances towards her awaken something she had never considered before. This time should be easier to shut them off because Jace is her stepbrother but all it takes is one night in the house alone and she can never look at him like her brother again.

Is he trying to insert that thing in my… I fought back and wiggled my body to avoid his big pet when he tried to rub our sensitive part. "Aaargh!" he softly groaned. "Stop resisting me, Susana! We f*cking did this a lot of time!" he growled at me. "I'm not Suzanne! I-I'm her twin sir! Please don't!” I begged him. "Stop lying! Our f*cking son!” He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes. "You f*cking abandoned him just because you're a slut! Don't f*cking fool me, Susana! Because you'll never fool me again!" he shouted at me, making me close my eyes. "I'm not the woman you're looking for, Mr. I have a twin. Maybe you're talking about her! Her name is Suzanne! I don't even know you, Mr. Believe me I'm not her! I'm her twin!" I insist. "Bullsh*t! Stop lying!” I caught my breath when I felt him enter my hole. I felt like I was stabbed in that part. I couldn't breathe immediately because of the pain at his first entrance. *G*damn it!" he whispered with regret. "I-I told you… I’m not her." I murmured before closing my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly and I was shaking before my vision completely darkened. But before I could open my eyes, I heard one last word he spoke. "F*ck! Shit! Call the f*cking doctor now!”

The evening wind and tranquility wiped away all the chaos that had been filling my mind for the preceding few days. It felt as though I had been granted a second opportunity at life, akin to that of a newborn kid. I'd always wanted to feel that way for so long, and that night was a very captivating time for me to begin with. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as I relived all the horrific events that had occurred. All the turmoil that seemed to escape reappeared in an instant. Tears rush down my cheeks as I feel my body shudder as a dreadful understanding dawns on me. It feels as if every second of my existence has been squandered, and as if the sense of despair and worry has taken over the little strand of sanity that exists for me as it pours through my veins and fills my spirit to the core. "You've got this. All you have to do is think that you can," I said to myself persuasively. "You can't, you just can't. You'll never be able to do it, and you'll have to live with the repercussions for the rest of your life," a familiar voice said. My senses begin to be overpowered by numbness. And with that, I realized I could not go away. The reality that this is my fate hits me like a ton of bricks. As I stretched out to wipe away all my tears, I felt thick moisture on my fingers and was terrified to find blood instead of tears. I felt as if my world was spinning before I could even scream. Then, all of a sudden, darkness crept inside me. And eventually sends me to oblivion.

Rosemary is an orphaned werewolf girl with extreme gifts. Taken away from her childhood friend Jesiah who is destined to become the king of werewolf’s. Forced to train to become an assassin for the Vatican to kill their eternal enemy Lucifer. Rosemary finds herself in the middle of romance between Lucifer whom she was sworn to kill and Jesiah her loving mate. Enjoy! Excerpt - With my eyes closed, I stretched my arms to feel silky sheets all around me. Coming to, I remembered blacking out near the river so why am I feeling silk and pillows?!? I shot up and took in my surroundings. I noticed a dagger on the wall. Is this another one of Enora’s drills? I thought feeling confused. Then the flood of memories from the past night hit me. I killed her. I killed hundreds of wolves in training. The realization began to sink in and though they were vile creatures and Enora treated me less than an animal, I felt guilt. Guilt that I gave into the monster they created in me. The nuns, the Order, Enora. They never wanted me alive because they cared for me. They didn’t train me and push my power for the purpose of helping protect myself or others. No, they wanted to use me. The empty angry void in my soul was because of them. I was never nurtured in all my time at the convent nor Enoras prison. I was completely unloved. Though I needed so badly to burst into tears, I couldn’t bring myself to cry. Lost in my thoughts, the door to my left began to open and before my host could walk completely in, I grabbed a chunk full of hair on the top of their head and put my dagger to their muscular neck.

His hand fisted in my hair while the silk tie kept my wrists helpless above my head, his voice dark and thick with lust against my neck. “You’re soaking my fucking pants, Celeste—moaning like a needy little wife who wants to be fucked until she forgets her husband’s name. Is that what you want?” I arched into him, breath hitching as the words tumbled out, “Yes, sir.” ___ Celeste Maddox is the picture-perfect political wife, composed, elegant, and utterly unwanted. Behind closed doors, her marriage to golden boy Ethan is a hollow performance: no affection, no passion, just cold smiles and a carefully curated public image. But everything shatters when she walks in on Ethan tangled in the sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken and reckless, Celeste lets herself unravel for one night in the arms of a commanding stranger—someone who touches her like she matters, who makes her ache and moan like she’s never known pleasure before. She never planned to see him again. But fate has other plans because the stranger? He’s Dr. Rowan Wolfe, the couples therapist Ethan hires to fix their broken marriage. Now, every session is torture. Every glance, a spark.And when Ethan stops showing up, Rowan doesn’t stop seeing her. Talking turns to touching. Therapy turns to sin. And Celeste finds herself tied to the bed of the one man who makes her forget every vow she ever made. She swore she’d never cheat. He swore she was only his plaything. They’re both liars. However, some sins are worth every damn consequence.

Crystal Snowheart is the Luna of the famed Snowheart Pack of Werewolves. Known to have directly descended from the Moon Goddess, the pack was known for their unique healing qualities and the only werewolves able to change their scent, almost making them invincible in a battle. She was born to unify all the packs and bring about a peaceful reign. But before she could inherit her place, her pack is killed by betrayal, leaving the Luna with no pack. Ace Hunter is the most feared Alpha. Having killed his own father as a young teenager, he became the Alpha of the ferocious Moonhunter Pack even before his wolf appeared. And now, ten years later, there is no one who can stand up to this wolf without quivering in their boots. But, he is the only one who can help Crystal get the revenge she thirsts for. So, will she be able to meet his many demands? And what will he do when he meets Crystal's wolf Erin who is an entity of her and sure to drive him crazy? Abstract: "You want my protection?" Crystal raised her chin, refusing to back down, " I want your co operation!" Ace smiled at the stubborn tilt of her chin and leaned back in his chair. "And what do I get in return?" "What do you want?" Crystal questioned archly. Ace chuckled at the haughty attitude, wondering if she would keep this up when he stated his conditions... Walking forward, he leaned down as she stared into his eyes and spoke, " I want you...my mate." Before she could accept or reject his demand, Ace closed the distance between them and took her lips in a kiss that almost scorched them both...

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

"You're soaking wet for me," He murmured, his warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a gentle path along my jaw, his touch igniting a spark within me. His eyes gleamed with a raw hunger, their intensity making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest, despite the warning bells ringing in my mind. "Say it" he whispered, his lips inches from mine. 'Say you want me, Maya.' I hated him. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. He had hurt me before, and I shouldn't be giving him the power to hurt me again. But I couldn't deny that I still had some feelings for him. After all, I had loved him before I even knew what love meant. I was certain he'd hurt me again. This time, I wasn't sure I'd ever recover from it. I closed my eyes and whispered the words that would certainly lead to my doom " I want you" . . . After being humiliated and abandoned by her in-laws, Maya found herself working as a stripper to make ends meet for herself and her baby. A few years later, she came back determined to exert revenge on all those who wronged her. But she was faced with some conflicted emotions. How would she deal with this? Will she let go of her grudges and forgive the people who hurt her? Or will she make them pay at all costs?

"I slam into him and he screams. A hoarse, broken, beautiful noise bursts out of him as I drive in all at once, a harsh, staking claim. He’s gripping me so tight I can barely breathe. He’s fire. He’s home. He writhes, his hands clawing at the sheets. I force myself to be still, to wait and let him stretch, to let his body take me. I’m buried so deep I feel like I’m touching his soul." Kieran Arnulf is an Alpha with a target on his back. Inheriting a pack broken by his father’s cruelty, he's determined to rule with mercy rather than fear. But to the vipers on his council, mercy looks a lot like weakness. When a massive, tattooed warrior from the enemy Redmaw pack surrenders at his gates, Kieran makes a controversial choice. He allows the wolf to come inside. Alexei Basov is dangerous, insolent, and far too attractive for Kieran’s peace of mind. He claims to be a defector with vital intel on an impending war, but he looks at Kieran like a meal he’s dying to devour. He’s a brawler who solves problems with violence, a stark contrast to Kieran’s polished diplomacy. As assassins strike from the shadows and political tension reaches a breaking point, Kieran is forced to rely on the one man he shouldn’t trust. Alexei appoints himself Kieran’s shadow, protector, and personal tormentor. But the tension simmering between them is more than just political. Behind closed doors, the power dynamics shift. Kieran discovers that the only place he can truly let go of control is in the arms of the savage wolf who wants to claim him.