Deep Waters

The world has changed, everything has changed even the darkness of the night. Nations go against nations ignorant of the greater picture in the cosmic turn of events. A greater threat looms over all, a threat ready to engulf everything under it without remorse. From the darkness came a prince that from a very young age he was trained to take this heavy burden of responsibility and bring salvation to the his people- but deep down he wished that the burned doesn’t come any time soon. The sands of time wait for nobody.

Owen and Heramarie have been inseparable since childhood, their friendship rooted in trust and a deep connection. Their families, best friends themselves, only strengthen their bond. However, Owen's reputation as a playboy causes Heramarie to doubt his sincerity when he confesses his love for her. Witnessing his womanizing ways, she struggles to believe that she is the one he truly loves. Determined to prove himself, Owen embarks on a journey of self-discovery and growth. He distances himself from his playboy image, focusing on becoming the person Heramarie deserves. Through heartfelt conversations and genuine acts of kindness, he reveals his true self to her. Heramarie, torn between her love for Owen and her fear of getting hurt, gradually starts to see the change in him. His efforts to prove his love and commitment break down her walls. She learns to trust him and opens her heart to the possibility of a future together. As their friendship evolves into a deep and passionate love, Owen's unwavering determination and Heramarie's willingness to forgive and trust bring them closer. They learn the importance of communication, respect, and commitment in their relationship. In the end, their love triumphs over doubt and insecurity. Owen's transformation and Heramarie's acceptance of his love solidify their bond. They embrace a future filled with love, proving that sometimes, the hero's true love can be revealed through personal growth and genuine actions.

“Hold the fucking counter,” he growls. I grip the edge. He slams into me raw (one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs). “Fuck—Jake—” I choke. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping so hard the cabinets rattle, cock splitting me open. “Quiet,” he snarls, spanking my ass hard enough to echo. “Your brother’s ten feet away.” Another vicious spank. Then another. My skin burns red. “Yes—Daddy—harder—” I sob, biting my lip bloody. He spanks me again and again, handprints blooming, fucking me so deep my toes curl. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Love getting wrecked while Tyler sleeps.” “Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—” ** Naked Scripts is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl.

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her.But then our eyes met…She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association.But I refused to let them have her.I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me.Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

She’s innocent and untouched. He’s a dominant control freak. Their worlds are totally different, but they both have one thing in common—a trauma neither wishes to revisit. She knows he’s everything her family has been running from, but he can’t get enough of her. The more she runs, the more she realizes he’s a constant in her life she can’t escape. For a man with scars running as deep as his own, Russel Mancini knows his tempting angel can either be his salvation or another heartache to ruin him—forever this time.

It has been seven years since Havoc Benedict Montemayor was kidnapped and since then, they still haven't heard his voice again. He can’t just talk to anyone, he changes the psychiatrist like how he often changes his clothes. He is determined to not get treated not until Sunshine Claire Mendoza became his psychiatrist. He does not want to heal, she wants him to get better. He keeps a deep secret, she's determined to unfold it. He's a beast... would she be able to calm him down?

After my husband, Joseph Adams, hired thugs to smash my taco stand again, I pushed the destroyed remains to his company’s anniversary banquet. Joseph had his arm around his little secretary, Monica Martin, when he announced that she would soon be joining the company’s management team. I pressed the horn and called out, “Tacos for sale to support my husband’s mistress—three thirty a piece!” Amid the stunned and bewildered stares of the crowd, Joseph’s brows twisted into a deep frown.

Mez finds herself at an institute called Merose, after waking up from a seemingly deep sleep, but she has no memories of her past whatsoever. However, she feels strangely drawn to Merose by a nostalgic feeling. Having nowhere else to go to and no memories to rely on she decides to trust her instincts and go ahead. She is soon faced with a lot of mysteries and unopened secrets, while her memories recover slowly. A great secret lay behind the myriad of lies that had been built upon Mez's disappearance and she was determined to find the truth.

Bonita Clarkson is hurt and betrayed by her mate. She found him in the arms of her sister. Bonita has to escape from him and her sister with the help of her only friend in the pack! However, she lands on his uncle's Packgrounds. Will he help her as he is her second-chance mate, or is she too young for him? Only time will tell if their bond as mates is strong enough to pass the test of the age gap between them. Is she ready to take a second chance at love, or is the scar on her heart too deep to trust again?

I suddenly stop screaming when I felt something wet slide into my neck. My eyes grew wider. "Did you just licked me?!" He realeased a deep chuckle. I kept on fighting to get away from his grasp but he tightened his grip on me instead. Then I felt his breath traveled to my ear and then he whispered something that sent a surge of electricity all through out my body. "You can't run away from me. You're my mate. You're mine."