Crazy Little Thing Called Love Book Novels & Stories

He closed the gap between us and his hand travelled to my waist, pulling me closer to himself. His cologne filled my nostrils and he cupped my face in his hand gently. The look in his eyes whenever he looked at me always seemed like he was watching something so ethereal and now wasn't any different. I was supposed to hate him, to not be able to stand him. But why was I letting him do this? And why did I like it too? Love it even? He smirked at me, leaning down with our lips almost touching, his minty breath fanning my face. "I'm fucking addicted and obsessed with you if you haven't noticed." He paused as he studied me while I took a deep breath. "Are you sure you can't stand me?" He asked. "Or are we going to keep on lying to ourselves, babydoll?" ~ Vittoria Belluci, popularly known as 'Lilith' is short tempered, bossy, fiesty, poor social skills and a beautiful resting bitch face. Roman Argentero, Brooklyn's popular mafia don known for his playboy status, cockiness, flirtatious behavior but also ruthless and finally his Greek god appearance. A one night stand in the past, an arranged marriage, a stupid bet, a hatred she has for him and his family, and an addiction he has to her. Will she find out how her sister died? Or who keeps wanting to kill off her family? And doing all that with a fragile promise to herself to not fall in love. What happens when a Belluci falls in love with an Argentero who is already addicted to her?

18+ only. Extremely explicit. Taboo as fuck. This is not a love story. This is a filthy, dripping-wet diary of surrender. Welcome to Sweet Rush. A collection of stories where women confess their most depraved, real-life sexual sins. Expect raw, unapologetically filthy confessions. Dripping-wet sex scenes. Rough, possessive fucking. Age-gap lust. Authority that turns into dark obsession. Guilt that only makes their pussies wetter. From the good girl getting railed by her professor To the married woman sneaking her neighbor’s cock, to the girl letting her stepbrother destroy her tight little pussy. To getting fucked by multiple men. Every story is soaked in tension, denial, power dynamics, and complete, shaking surrender. And sometimes… what starts as dirty, secret fucking slowly becomes something dangerously close to love. This is your warning. If you crave the rush of crossing every forbidden line, then step into step Get ready to be soaked. You’ve been warned.

“ Daddy had given me a set rules to follow. And I plan to disobey every single one of them.” Alec’s entire life was flipped by the mystery man who sipped on slowly on scotch. Three days was all it took to get him hooked and needing more. And then all of a sudden, mystery man disappears, leaving behind a fake name, and bundles of cash, like Alec was some sort of call boy. But Alec  cannot stop thinking about him. So he follows the thin trail he left behind, the need to find him and prove something to him was primal. After all, Daddy had called him, his little good boy. But could Alec handle all of him?

When Georgette's sixteenth birthday comes under the blood moon, she decides to step out of her comfort and plans to do an act unlikely for an obedient and God-fearing child, it is to lose her maidenhead and give it to her childhood sweetheart and lover, Wolfram. Wolfram is delighted, upon hearing it but also gets scared because the people might judge her and throw her names. Despite the odds and consequences of her action, she's determined to make her wish, for her coming-of-age birthday, come true. Little did they know that this action would spawn an evil and insatiable creature that would create havoc and be a formidable rival to Wolfram's heart. Will Georgette be able to get out of this huge mess or lose everything, including the love of her life?

In a world amidst the 17th century, Mia, the daughter of a powerful alpha, finds herself torn between duty and desire. The future werewolf king offers his hand in marriage and her heart is thrown into chaos. As she navigates a treacherous path of love and loyalty, Mia must confront the darkness within herself and the abusive forces threatening to shatter her spirit. Can she break free from the chains that bind her and forge her own destiny, or will she be forever trapped in a web of betrayal and despair?

With a wedding coming up, new matters arise. The newly-engaged couple battle to fight the woes that threaten to ruin their commitment. Follow Cameron and Nia on their new journey to a world that seems so hard to navigate.

Scarlet Williams is married to Jared Blakemore who's the richest man in B City. Their lives were disrupted by animosity and unjust allegations. A single erroneous choice caused their sole source of unconditional love to despise them as the The skeletons of the past are never buried. *** Jared angrily pushed into the room. "Can you tell me where my wife is, doctor?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Blakemore. Your wife has left the city." "What do you mean? You were supposed to look after her and the kids." Feeling frustrated, Jared searched the room but couldn't find any of Scarlet's belongings. He did, however, notice a report on the light table. Jared's forehead furrowed as he examined a file labeled "Legal Documents." "What is this?" "They are legal papers," came the reply. Feeling angry and frustrated, Jared stormed down the stairs. "Have you seen Scarlet?" he asked his uncle Nathan. Uncle Nathan was taken aback. "Scarlet left the house this morning. It's better for everyone, Jared. Her presence only riles you up." Jared came to a halt upon hearing the news and was in disbelief that Scarlet wanted a permanent divorce from him. As he ran his fingers through his hair, he took out his phone and called for a thorough search of every corner of B city's airport, demanding the safe return of his wife and children.

"I am not used to losing. Never had," he uttered, glaring at her reddish face that was wet with tears. "But, if by any slight mistake, someone dared to even touch a single hair on your head without my permission, I would lose." His intense gaze became deep. "And when I lose," moving closer until she was just a breath away from him, he ended, "my loss is another's invitation of death." Her eyes got bigger and wider. "I will burn this very fucking city down if I have to." She backed herself feeling totally empty to think of anything. In the middle of everything happening, her wound was torn open. The same wound which was caused by him only a week ago. "And I mean every word I say." His warmth-radiating fingers on her jaws burnt her skin. WARNING: This book contains strong language, dubious situations, deception issues, manipulations, abduction and dark romance.

Liar. Selfish. Murderer. Asshole. All of these, and then some, can be and have been used to describe Dan Sanders—depending on who you ask. But if you know Dan, then you also know he wouldn’t bother denying any of it. However, the one thing no one ever has or ever will truthfully be able to call him is a coward. Especially, not his estranged crackpot brother, Chris. Though it's true that following the Rebecca Fairchild incident, the Sanders gang is in hot water. Dan has never been one to turn and run from a fight, and he doesn’t plan to start now. So while Chris may be brutal and undoubtedly brilliant, he would do best to remember what he lacks in mercy Dan lacks in morality. And there isn’t much he can’t or won’t do when you threaten those he cares for. A rivalry forged and bound by blood is nearing its climax. Chris the unforgiving versus Dan the unyielding. Let's just hope our anti-hero can clear his family's name before the bodies pile up and time runs out.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.