روايات وقصص ضمن Does The Cruel Prince Have Spice

At a class reunion, my husband, Sebastian Smith, played a "how well do we know each other" game with Hanna Rodgers, the prettiest girl in our class. They answered twenty questions correctly in a row. The room erupted with cheers, and everyone urged them to drink from the same glass. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the two of them blush. Another classmate gave me a side eye. "Why are you upset? He didn't even know you didn't like cilantro. They're a handsome couple and have secretly loved each other for years. They're destined to be together. Let me give you a piece of advice. Stop fawning over him. It's beneath you." I glanced at them and kept quiet. Were they destined to be together? Bu

"I'll marry you when I grow up." The little Prince chimes as he steadies himself to walk on top of an old abandoned log. "You can't. A Prince should marry a Princess, and I'm not a Princess so you can't marry me."She says before resuming back to the coloring book in front of her. With a grunt he hops off the wood. "My mom said I can do whatever I want when im King. And I want to marry you. Simple as that."

The moon goddess must be running mad because who are these four hot shirtless men and why is my wolf purring and going into heat from just looking at them?! ~ My name is Kora Rhysand and I’m my father’s worst mistake. I have never said a word since I was born because my Omega wolf is mute. My sisters remind me every day that I’m worth less than the dust underneath their shoes, and everyone in the Saged Wolf pack calls me cursed. When the moon goddess surprises me with a second chance, I’m reborn two years in the past to the night of my 18th birthday. Now I have four mates, but I’m not sure how they are all going to fit…

On the same day I was admitted into the hospital for my pregnancy, my husband, Charles Page, received 108 missed calls on his phone. It was from Sue, his mentee, a girl who had cancer. I asked if he was going to pick up, and he replied impatiently, "All she does is call me all day! Doesn't she have any other family? She's so annoying." Later, that very girl posted a photo of herself on the hospital rooftop, wearing a white dress. The caption said: [If I jump down from here, will I become a butterfly in my next life? Maybe then, everyone won't hate me.] Charles only glanced at the post before chuckling mockingly. "What does she mean, turn into a butterfly? Is she delusional?" But after

He left me there, naked and clamped my body exposed and vulnerable. The cold, dimly lit room terrified me; when I struggled against restraints, the metal biting into my wrists. The minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Where I was now? Where was my savior, my father? I did all this for him, I deceived Aris, let him suffer but now I was suffering. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy door creaked open once again, revealing his imposing figure. He entered the room, his eyes fixed on me, a mix of dominance and control emanating from his every move. His presence alone sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of my helpless sta

"Some princes are born to rule. Others are born to kneel." Crown Prince Caelum Salutregui was raised to be humanity's perfect weapon—diplomatic, deadly, and utterly devoted to destroying the vampire empire. What he wasn't raised to know? He's vampire royalty himself. When the Ashan Federation offers him as a "peace tribute" to the very monsters he's sworn to hate, Caelum expects torture, death, maybe both. He doesn't expect General Velis Drayke—a sadist in uniform who sees right through his royal mask to the defiant soul beneath. But in the Crimson Dominion, submission is statecraft and pleasure is politics.

Ever since we were kids, I'd always known how to make use of my gentle childhood friend for things like sending him on errands, and borrowing his allowance. He never complained. Just silently indulged me. Things continued the same way until the day we got engaged. That's when everything snapped into place. That was the day we both woke up. I was just a throwaway character in a novel. He was the male lead—fated to fall in love and end up with the novel's heroine. I was stunned. Ready to walk away. But he was furious. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. He grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to City Hall. "Screw the novel. Screw the plot. The only thing I know is that I love you, and I want for

This story is not a story at all ; it is rather a journal that documents events which shapes this author's life. Walk the journey with me ; is it what you going through to? If so , hopefully this journal will help you feel as if you are not alone in this world. This book will contain good times , as well as bad times. The events that occurs are not made up in my imagination ; these events were lived out and documented as soon as possible. Let us conquer these problems together!

Reader Discretion Strongly Advised | Steamy Passion Ahead. Content Warnings: This collection contains intense private content. Everything here is unholy, the characters are broken and desperate, and the scenes are rough. If you're not familiar with dark, taboo-ish, forbidden stories, then this book isn't for you. 100 Shades of Spice is a wicked collection of short stories where there are no rules or boundaries to follow. Enter a world where innocence is corrupted, temptation is law, and the forbidden feels far too pleasurable to resist. From off-limits sadistic bosses to one-night-stand turned rivals, and everything taboo in between, these stories aren’t just dirty… They're del

When my Alpha mate, Logan noticed I hadn't submitted a single expense request in three days, he reached out to me on his own for the first time ever. "Baby, I've already approved the next phase of your wolf's healing. See? As long as you learn to behave, there's nothing I won't give you." His tone was still so affectionate, as if he were truly a good Alpha, worried sick over his mate. But he didn't know that as his "Baby" flashed across my phone screen, I had already finished drafting the agreement to sever our mate bond. Before I left, the only thing I could take with me was the old T-shirt I had worn when he marked me. No one would ever believe that the beloved Luna of the Blackmoon P