Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

Meet Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, daughter to King Maximillian ii and the apple of his eyes. A princess who had everything she ever wanted at the tip of her hand, A curvaceous red hair with an attitude. She catches the eye of a mysterious figure who would do anything to have her and make her his forever. A tragic event separates her from the life she knew, making her fall prey to the very man she hated, the man who took everything away from her and yet also drives her crazy with his words. "you belong to me". She is not ready to give in to him. He would stop at nothing to have her. She refuses to listen to her heart. He refuses to let her go. There is an intense battle of wits and wills as none is ready to give in to the other. Find out what will happen in this story. STEP INTO THE WORLD OF INTENSITY, THE WORLD OF DANGEROUS LOVE. I still remain your humble writer, AUTHORESS VICKY.

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.

My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another. My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison. It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing. Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes. He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.

Nova Creed is running for her life from a marriage alliance to an Alpha twice her age, one with more enemies than morals. And when her twin brother Leo is deemed missing under suspicious circumstances, Nova does the unthinkable. She cuts her hair, steals his identity, and enrolls in the brutal academy where he was last seen. She claims she can feel the fact that her brother is dead. Everyone at home believes she’s making things up. Nova knows better. She’s here for answers. Revenge. Closure. But what she didn’t plan for was him. Rhydar Kane. Leo’s former best friend. His coldest rival. His possible killer. And now… her roommate. Rhydar’s wolf is restless and aggressive, drawn to “Leo” in ways that make no sense. But then, the bond kicks in and the truth starts coming to light. Nova Creed shouldn’t be here. Not at the Alpha Academy. Not in Dorm 314. And definitely not in Rhydar Kane’s bed.

"You want to suck my cock?" He grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a stroke, "Is that what you want, little wolf?" "Yes, Alpha," I didn't hesitate. My lips darted out to kiss the tip and his hips jerked involuntarily. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Let me feel those pretty lips around my cock." *** My father’s best friend should be off limits. Especially when he’s the Alpha of our pack. But after walking in on my dad and my best friend in bed, I ran straight into Alpha Lorenzo’s arms… and into a temptation I can’t resist. He’s older, and dangerous. And the one man I should never want. Yet when he touches me, every rule slipped out the window. Because the moment his lips claim mine, the truth hits hard. The Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake. Or did she?

“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in my hairs as he jerked my neck back. “A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping my lips. “Leave me-“ “Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Tear me with your tiny claws?” He backed me into the wall behind me and leaned in closer, his grey eyes pierced my soul. “Remember, Amara, you exist solely for my pleasure.” He pulled my hair harder and my flesh burned the moment he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. I bet he could hear my heart beat accelerating with passing breath. His other arm circling to wrap around my waist, my heart pounded when his strong sandalwood essence in-filtered my senses. “Rhys-” “Shh…and for your punishment, I want you to bend over the wall and lift you skirt.” ****

It’s her. It’s my mate. I looked at the girl from afar using my enhanced vision. I can’t be seen closer to the guesthouse and I know I’m breaking the rules but fuck! I can’t stand the sweet scent lingering all over my pack since they arrive. Since she arrive. She is tall, and even from those shabby clothes, I can tell she’s fit and curvy. Her long golden-brown hair has natural curls at the edge. I love how the shape of her eyes matches her high cheekbone and- Oh, fuck. Not again. I can feel my cock reacting from just looking at her. And even from this distance, her scent is intoxicating that I can’t help but be enticed by it. Fuck. If only I’m not an Alpha, I won’t have this much control! I might have run down this hill to reach her, claim her, mark her, kiss her--ohh, fuck!

I don't really know what I was expecting, and it sure as hell wasn't this. Whatever this is...it's even better than I could have imagined. The mystery, the anonymity, the sense of excitement that has reawakened something in me that I haven't felt in what seems like a lifetime ago. The way his hands caress my body, his fingers gently tracing along my skin; my lips against his neck and hands in his hair, wanting him the way he wants me... I'm learning to love the unexpected... **** Still recovering from the heartbreak of a failed engagement, Kristine reluctantly agrees to a girls night out. A night that is meant for her to let loose and forget about her unsuccessful dating life, leads Kristine to meet a mysterious stranger who brings her body back to life in ways she didn't believe possible. This unexpected intimate encounter leads to much more with a man she knows only as E.