Example Of A Fairy Tale

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.

Jace Steadman. My best friend’s father. Older. Controlled. Quiet in a way that makes my pulse stutter. A man who never looks twice at anyone… Except this time, he looked at me. One glance at my ruined makeup and shaking breath, and suddenly he felt too close. Too warm. Too dangerous. His voice was gentle when everyone else had been cruel. And when he sat beside me beneath the glow of the fire, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: Wanted. Not sweetly. Not politely. But with a quiet, restrained hunger that made my heart slam against my ribs. To distract me from the pain—and to stop himself from touching me—we made a game of it: Twelve days. Twelve dares. No rules… except the ones we couldn’t stop breaking. A whispered challenge in the dark became a dare. A dare became a touch that lingered too long. A touch became a pull neither of us knew how to resist. He shouldn’t crave me. I shouldn’t crave him back. But the more we tried to stay respectable, the more our restraint fell apart. The lodge turned into a minefield of temptation—Christmas lights, stolen glances, near-kisses that burned hotter than the fire. Jace wasn’t just a man I wanted. He became the man I couldn’t stop fighting—and falling—for. If anyone finds out, my life falls apart. His reputation shatters. Everything explodes. But desire doesn’t care about consequences. And this Christmas, I’m done being careful. Done being quiet. Done pretending I don’t want the man who looks at me like I’m the first real taste of life he’s had in years. Twelve days. Twelve dares. One forbidden man I can’t walk away from… even if he ruins me.

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

Burning Hot 🔥 Ignite Your Darkest Desires ⚠️Do NOT open unless you’re ready to BURN ⚠️Do NOT read unless you crave the HOTNESS. A filthy, pulse-pounding collection of taboo erotica crafted exclusively for 18+ sinners who live for the forbidden rush. Inside, you’ll devour: Stepfather-stepdaughter secrets: that drip with guilt-soaked lust, his rough hands claiming what he shouldn’t, her tight, trembling body arching under him in the dark. Office affairs: where power suits rip open, desks become altars, and her moans echo as he bends her over, thrusting deep while the clock ticks. Exhibitionist thrills: strangers’ eyes devouring every exposed inch as she’s fucked against fogged glass, her cries muffled by his palm. Voyeuristic obsessions: hidden cameras catching every slick slide, every gasp as step-siblings finally snap, bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and sin. Kinky one-shots that push every limit: cuffs biting wrists, blindfolds heightening every wet lick, every brutal thrust until you’re begging for release. Each story is a standalone inferno, different bodies, different taboos, same blistering heat. Feel the throb between your thighs, the slick ache building, the shudder when they finally give in. Lock the door. Let the flames consume you. You’ve been warned.

“Elara.” Her name was a warning, a plea as she turned in his arms. “Your brothers—” “Aren’t here.” She reached up, and his sharp inhale of breath as her fingertips grazed the sharp line of his jaw made her smile, “It’s just us both tonight.” She saw the moment the last thread of control he was holding onto snapped, and the next moment he was sliding his hand into her hair, pulling her closer before his lips crashed against hers with a force that stole her breath. Her brothers would probably kill him if they found their sister tangled up with their friends but she didn’t care. Just tonight - she would unapologetically take the one thing her body has been yearning for. 🌸🌸🌸🌸 He was her fated mate. Her brothers’ best friend. And absolutely forbidden. One accidental murder shattered Elara’s human life and revealed the truth, and awakened a truth buried in her blood for nineteen years. She is no ordinary girl. She's a werewolf princess with a kingdom to reclaim and a dangerously attractive beta who makes her wolf sing….literally. But Thorne is off-limits: her overprotective brothers would exile or kill him for touching her, yet the pull between them is undeniable, primal and intoxicating leading to stolen glances and of course stolen nights of pleasure. As if surviving her awakening and being placed with the burden of saving a kingdom wasn’t hard enough, Elara discovers a darker threat: An aunt who wants her dead. Now she must navigate her new identity, fight for her throne and resist a forbidden bond that could either save her… Or destroy her.

"He has been using you all this while..." Brogan shouted... laughing like a Maniac, "No!!...That's a lie.." I screamed half believing in his words. "Then why isn't he here....You are just a maid...you are a Pun ...you are nothing.." Melanie Walters is a girl who finds a job as a maid to one of the biggest shots in town Denise Carson...the CEO of DMC media...and one of the most Influential persons in Grundy....she grows to love him blindly and takes it upon her to understand him...Denise a Confusionist and a person still recovering from his former lover...A Person who vents all his pain on something that could give him pleasure...a man with an ironclad wall heart. With all these qualities.... Melanie comes to the point where she questions his true intentions towards her...was her efforts to fill his void in vain?

He was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.

Warning: This book contains explicit dark content, dark romance if you’re not in for a ride, please skip!! (Tales of a masseuse) Strictly 18+

Ani pa ng mga taong nakapalibot kay Sereia Lilou Rebeiro, siya na ang pinaka - maamong babae na umaaligid kay Adriel Latimer. Animo’y para siya isang aso na panay sunod ng sunod sa kanyang amo kung saan ito magpunta. Bakit nga ba? Isang araw, nang mag - check - in sa isang mamahaling motel si Adreil ay sinundan niya ito. Hindi siya nag - aalinlangan na kumatok sa pinto na inupahan nito. Mas gusto pa niyang sundin ang kanyang kagustuhan, at ang rason kung bakit siya sumunod? Para lang bigyan ito ng payong dahil sa masamang panahon. Nakatikim siya ng bulyaw dahil lang doon. Sinabihan pa siya ng walang hiya pero wala siyang pakialam. Mas importante sa kanya ang makitang nasa magandang kalagayan ang iniingatan niyang babaero ng campus. Sa kabila ng masama nitong reputasyon sa mga babae, naging bingi at bulag siya. Mas gustuhin pa niya na makasama ito kaysa makinig sa mga haka - haka ng mga tao. Pinadaan lang niya sa kabilang tainga ang naririnig niyang tsismisan, kahit na minsan ay parang may isang palaso na nakatarak sa kanyang puso. Hanggang sa isang gabi, isang katotohanan ang siyang kumakatok sa isipan ni Sereia. Nahinuha na lang niya na ang lalaking inaantay niya ng tatlong taon ay nagbago. Hindi na ito katulad ng dati, na parati siyang inaalo - alo at sinasamahan. Dala ng reyalisasyon, tinalikuran niya ito ng walang pasabi. Imbes na tatahimik na ang buhay niya ay kinukutya pa siya ng mga tao. Ani pa nila'y nagpapakipot lang daw siya. Isa na roon si Adriel. Tingin niya ay gusto lang ni Sereia na suyuin niya ito para bumalik siya sa kandungan nito. Pero napawi ang agam - agam ni Adriel noong isang araw, aksidenteng nahulog ang pitaka ni Sereia. Bumungad sa kanya ang isang litrato ng lalaking minsan na niyang iniiwasan.

Walang mapagsidlan ng saya ang puso ni Nieves Solanna o mas kilala sa pangalan na Snow nang maikasal siya sa pinakamamahal niyang lalaki na si Dalton Travis Donavan. Simula pagkabata ay wala na siyang ibang hiniling at pinangarap pa kundi ang maikasal kay Dalton. Anak ito ng Tito Gilbert niya, isa sa mga matalik na kaibigan ng Papa niya at nang marinig niya na hinihingi nito ang kanyang kamay para sa isang kasal ay walang pag-aalinlangan siyang pumayag. Kahit na alam niyang ang tanging dahilan lamang nito ay para sa family business nila. Forced into a marriage to merge their family business, Dalton Travis Donavan found himself falling in love with his wife. Mabait, mapagmahal at maalaga ang kanyang naging asawa kaya naging madali para sa kanya na masuklian ang pagmamahal na ibinibigay ni Snow sa kanya. Pero kakasimula pa lang nilang dalawang mag-asawa nang muling bumalik ng bansa ang isang babaeng minsan na rin niyang minahal. Walang iba kundi si Samantha Perez. Tinukso at inakit nang dating kasintahan kaya nagawa niyang pagtaksilan ang babaeng walang ibang ginawa kundi ang mahalin at tanggapin siya. "NILOKO MO AKO! AKO NA WALANG IBANG GINAWA KUNDI ANG MAHALIN KA! IKAW ANG UNANG SUMIRA SA PAGSASAMA NATING DALAWA! ANG SAKIT NA IBINIGAY MO SA AKIN ANG SIYANG NAGING DAHILAN PARA KAMUHIAN AT GANTIHAN KITA!" malakas na sigaw ni Snow sa asawang si Dalton habang puno ng mga luha ang kanyang buong mukha. "Oo, inaamin kong nagkamali ako. Pero hindi sapat 'yon para gantihan mo ako, Snow! Nag-iba ka na, at alam kong ako ang may kasalanan sa lahat nang ito," puno ng pait na sagot ni Dalton. Kaya pa kayang ibalik muli ang dating matamis na pagmamahalan? Kung nakaukit na sa buong puso at utak nila ang sakit at pagtataksil sa isa't isa.