Faint Lirik

He was a caged dragon burning with a fire for pleasure. She was sent to tame him— but she played his fire like a song. Elaina walked into the dungeon with a harp, a plan, and no intention of surrender. Drake expected another temptress. What he got was a challenge wrapped in silk and steel. "Touch me again like that," he growled, "and I won't stop until you're mine—in every form." What happens when a dragon and a human join forces—not just to conquer their enemies, but to survive the storm between and within them? Warning: This tale is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, it’s explicit, and it’s dripping with heat. Are you over eighteen? Are you ready to step into the fire and face what these chapters hold? Then click—if you dare.

The year I was at my poorest, I impersonated my sister to take care of her blind fiancé in exchange for one hundred thousand dollars. On the day he regained his sight, I left without a word. When we met again, it was during a business interview. I was a nameless intern reporter. He had returned to his rightful status as the heir of the influential Hughes family. During the interview, the host asked, "We’ve heard that during your illness, your fiancée, Miss Dawson, stayed by your side through thick and thin. The two of you are about to get married?" He lifted his hand slightly, revealing a ring, and his lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes, we’re getting engaged soon." Yet, his gaze, through the lens of his glasses, landed—intentionally or not—on me, standing in the corner.

I take my daughter, Joy Silver, to the healer for a routine check-up. My Alpha husband, Ethan Silver, who has been away on a business trip for a few days, comes to pick us up. The moment we meet, he possessively pulls Joy and me into his arms. It's as if we are his whole world. But I catch a faint, unfamiliar scent. As Joy snuggles up to her father affectionately, I force a smile, ignoring the sudden tightness in my chest. It isn't until we get in the car that I notice a woman sitting in the back seat. So it's her scent. A thought that has circled in my mind countless times surfaces once more. I want to leave him.

Alessia realizes that forcing marriage with the only man she loved was her greatest mistake when Thompson, her husband, returns with his fated mate. Even after bearing his child, Thompson's indifference remained. He uses Alessia solely to maintain his reputation. Fate decides to cast a faint hue of light into Alessia’s bleak existence as she's unconsciously drawn to Lycan Cyril, the enigmatic Lycan king whose deadly aura awakens dormant existence. But is this really fate granting her salvation or the other way around? Especially when Lycan Cyril's obsession ignites upon discovering Alessia possessed the rare feature he searched his whole life for? And when Thompson becomes resistant to relinquishing his hold on Alessia?

I was married to Chad Caldwell for ten years. I met all his girlfriends during our marriage. Whenever he got bored and wanted to move on, I was his best excuse. "If you marry me, you'll end up like her. Too familiar and no spark left." On our anniversary, I wiped tears for his latest ex, a college girl, while he was at the movies with his new fling. She used up a pack of tissues, and I seemed to see my old self in her. Afterward, I asked Chad for a divorce. He was confused. "Why not wait a bit? Maybe I'll turn over a new leaf." I gave a faint smile but said nothing. Instead, I booked a plane ticket and flew across the ocean. If he wouldn't turn around, I'd take the first step.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ This series is NOT for the faint of heart or the easily offended. Inside these pages you’ll find cops riding criminals in the interrogation room, priests bending nuns over sacred altars, CEOs spanking interns with platinum cards, mafia kings breeding undercover agents on stacks of blood money, professors grading with their tongues, therapists hypnotizing patients straight onto their cocks, and one very wicked boss lady who keeps her boy collared under the boardroom table. Expect: rough breeding, knife-to-throat sex, sacrilege, public claiming, age gaps, cheating, dub-con that melts into desperate consent, spanking, pegging, blasphemy, gun play, and possessive alphaholes (and alphabitches) who don’t ask… they take. If you blush at “yes, sir,” close this book right now. If the thought of getting caught mid-orgasm makes you wet… keep reading, baby. One-click if you dare. Your panties not included.

The last time I mentioned my engagement to Walter Reagle, everyone in the room went quiet at first. However, after seeing Walter's annoyed look, they all started laughing. "Who still believes in old-fashioned childhood betrothals these days?" "Is Ms. Lawson feeling insecure?" I ignored their teasing. I just looked at Walter, who was lounging on the couch with his shirt collar open, showing off the lovebites on his neck and collarbone. My heart felt like it was being stabbed. The pain came slowly. "We were too young to agree to something so silly," he said. Walter looked up with a faint, mocking smile. He gave me a lazy look. "We're grown up now, Emma. "Let's just forget about the past."

"As you leave, could you do me a favour and grab those flowers you left in my room?" He sneered, but I refused to comply. Never again would I venture into that room. I was utterly shattered and wrecked. It would have been preferable if we had never met. They were lost in each other, oblivious to my presence, and their moans echoed in my mind like a taunting reminder of what I had lost. The urge to faint or disappear was overwhelming, and I wished more than anything that it was all just a bad dream. At this moment, I deeply regretted my decision to surprise him with a visit. Little did I know that the man I loved and had given my whole heart to was already entangled with another woman. The shock of this realization cut into my soul like a knife.

She just turned 23. Fair, beautiful and smart. The young Felicia Springs is a psychology student, intern in her mentor office, Mrs. Grey. A normal and interestingly sunny morning, for a day that will mark the beginning of an implausible story. Because indeed, he will show up at the office, the mysterious and handsome Nate Sullivan. A patient whose evolution seems pretty encouraging but who will come that day with more than strange confessions about his last night. The puzzled look of the damsel will encounter the young werewolf's one, and both of them will see their fates being tied by an irresistible mystical attraction named "The Influence" Now called to be the next Alpha and Luna of the Newcastle pack, the beauty and the wolf will go through a deadly and exciting adventure because of their opposing natures It's toxic, it's passionate but above all, it is dangerous. This is not for the faint hearted.