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“ It’s not for men young lady… “ He said that made my mind puzzled. If it’s not for men, then why did I feel like that? Like my stomach was being cooked and boiled with too much heat. My throat even felt like it was being twisted inside. I asked him using my eyes and saw how he stretched his lips that causes his dimple to show off. I don’t care about how those six men will see me as a woman, but this man's charm was always been hipnotizing. In fact, the word handsome is not enough to define how gorgeous he is. “ That's exclusively for vampires only… “ He said that made my body shivered. For vampires? Does that mean------ “ Yes! You’re the only human there. “ He added that made my mind got ev

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

“Oh yes, because it’s not like there’s a bunch of other hot girls here tonight.” “Not like you, there’s not.” I wonder how long it will take for Anna to realize that no one can compare to her? “Laying on the charm extra thick I see...” Anna smiles. “I like it, please continue.” I chuckle. We’ve been dancing for only a few minutes and I can already feel the envy pouring in from the supernaturals nearby. It doesn’t affect me as near as much as it does Dante, giving him a pleasurable high off it but it does make my body hum in a delightful way. A temporary power boost. As the Devil, I am able to feed off the seven deadly sins as well, I just don’t require it as Dante does. It’s an added bonus t

"So her big talk was just bluffing. With that many people watching, she probably panicked and said it to save her dignity. Chad might lose his mind over her pretty face, but his father never would." Nancy agreed. Ariel didn't even qualify as a threat. She wasn't even in the same league. But… Nancy turned to Sarah. "Are you sure those paintings are safe?" Sarah immediately understood what she meant. She adjusted her collar and replied lazily, "It's all in the past. Elena's been dead a long time. She's not going to crawl out of her grave to haunt me." Nancy didn't respond. There wasn't much else to say.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure. A string quartet played hauntingly beautiful music from a raised platform while masked figures twirled across the dance floor or gathered in small groups, their identities obscured but their power and influence unmistakable. Selena recognized several prominent figures from the criminal underworld despite their disguises—the distinctive gait of Judge Morrison, who had sent countless men to prison while taking bribes from Xavier; the booming laugh of Police Commissioner Parker, whose cooperation had been

“He was so handsome, Father. Tall… strong. I sat next to him at the bus station and I told him how hot he was. I kissed him. I even tried to touch him… down there. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he felt… the way he tasted. I know it’s wrong, but I keep imagining what would have happened if he didn’t stop me.” Adrian’s breathing became heavier. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His body was reacting against his will as she described everything in detail. He knew exactly who she was talking about. Because it was him. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady and professional. “My child… These are serious temptations. You must pray for

“Come out, Di.” From the shadows, my sister emerged. Her voice was a breath. “Kelvin…” His whole body froze. His eyes widened. “Dian… my mate…” He stopped mid-step, then laughter burst from his chest. “You were dead, and yet here you stand?” He turned to me. “So the rumors are true, Diana. What are you now? A witch who can summon corpses?” “I’m not dead,” Di whispered, stepping closer. Kelvin’s nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. His eyes went molten with recognition. For a heartbeat, I thought he would embrace her.

His name was Belphegor, he was the seventh deadly sin of sloth. He had been laying on the couch since God knows when, he was so lazy to stand up from the couch and ended up sleeping again. A woman walked out from the room, she had a white towel around her chest and on her head, the towel exposed her thigh as she sat herself on another couch with a hamburger and french fries in her hands. Her name was Beelzebub, she was the fifth deadly sin of gluttony. Her bright golden eyes stared at the man who laid on the couch “ Gosh, haven't you slept enough ” she said.