Romans & histoires Collection Of Short Stories

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Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

“Alright, hotshot. I dare you to follow me to the Vault.” Emma frowned. “What’s that?” He chuckled, shaking his head at her amusing question. “Well, it’s the hottest, legendary club in the city and no one gets in without a connection or a fake ID. Sneak in with me tonight, and I’ll never call you boring again.” “Club?” She asked, looking away, lost in thought. Jake sneered. “It’s known as the kind of place where rules go to die. You can call it dangerous but it’s also very exciting. You dare?”

“But it’s yours.” We stood there for a long minute, waves rushing in and out like breathing. Then he took my hand and tugged me gently back toward the fire. “Come on. Tony’s threatening to tell the haunted lighthouse story again. You can hide behind me when it gets scary.” I laughed for real this time and let him lead me back. We wandered back to the fire just as Tony launched into his haunted lighthouse story, complete with dramatic pauses and flashlight-under-the-chin effects. Everyone groaned in mock protest, but we all settled in anyway, pulling blankets closer as the night air became colder.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy. There are no happily-ever-afters in this story. It's about the rush of the present, the energy of the moment, and what happens when two bodies naturally give in to it. Thus, locate a peaceful area, turn down the lights, and get ready. This is indulging, not just reading. With desire, Author. AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing Tales of Instant Lust was a delightful diversion into wild fantasies, unrestrained cravings, and unforgiving heat. Every story in this collection was written to be quick, intense, and relaxed, for readers who want to jump right into the act

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving her empty and aching, the pear stays lodged deep, a cruel reminder. He stands, tucking himself back into his trousers with deliberate calm, his cock is still hard, glistening with her. “Keep it inside until sunrise,” he says, voice rough “If it falls out, I’ll come back tomorrow night and take something tighter and I won’t be gentle.” He leans down, brushes a surprisingly soft kiss across her forehead the tenderness more devastating than the fucking. “Tomorrow’s gift will be waiting in the law library stacks, third floor. During your 2 p.m. study group.” His eyes darken. “Wear the short plaid skirt, no panties. And Elara?”

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle