Fear And Trembling

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.

Some desires are too dirty to say out loud… and some are too hot to resist. Illicit Desires plunges you into a world where lust rules and every boundary is shattered. Feel the tension between a hands-on professor and his wet, trembling student, a doctor who crosses the line with his patient in stolen moments, a boss taking what she’s been craving from her secretary, strangers colliding in dark alleys, lovers tearing each other apart in hotel rooms and couples pushing every limit of obsession, kink and raw craving. Every story drips with greedy, filthy and unapologetic lust. These are not fantasies you can just read; they are experiences you feel. Every whispered confession, every possessive grip, every slick, sticky, skin-on-skin moment will leave you breathless, flushed, and aching for more. Warning: This book contains graphic sexual content, explicit language and adult situations. Definitely not for the faint-hearted..

Riven is carrying the last child the world was never meant to see. An outlawed Omega, swollen with a forbidden pregnancy, he’s been hunted from the moment he drew breath—his scent alone enough to drive Alphas into madness. He’s survived by hiding, running, and trusting no one. Until he stumbles into the territory of Cazriel Vane. The Hunter Alpha. Ruthless. Unyielding. Bred to spill blood and erase threats like Riven from existence. But when Cazriel catches him, trembling and defiant, something ancient snaps into place. Something primal. Something irreversible. Now bound by a curse that defies every law, the coldest Alpha alive finds himself tethered to the boy he was meant to kill. And protecting him might be the only thing that saves what’s left of his soul. The world wants Riven dead. Cazriel wants him safe. And the child growing between them? It might burn the entire kingdom to the ground.

On the verge of a great war between the realms of humans and of dragons, Larice Whitewind, a female dragon hunter who has an extreme fear of fire, journeys out to find the dragon who burned her village and her parents alive; but when she realizes who the real enemy is, she must learn to face her greatest fear before she loses all the people she cares about ... including the "dragon" she loves. *** Meanwhile, Raeherys Alagor, the last Hyborn of the Dragon Realm who's afraid of making his own decisions, travels out to the human realm to find the Orb of Phlareus, the only heart of magic that can save them from the humans trying to annihilate their realm; but when he realizes that not all humans are bad, he has to learn how to make his own decisions to lead his brethren before he loses the entire dragon race for good.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

On the eve of the wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister was drugged at a bar and called for help. Her body was burning with fever. I grabbed my fiancé as he was about to rush out. "Take her to the hospital. Doctors have proper antidotes." Julian Zane slapped me for suggesting that. There was a savagery in his eyes I had never seen before. "Nora, do you have any conscience at all? Elena is suffering a fate worse than death, and you're still nitpicking?" He yanked off his tie and spoke in a hoarse tone. "She's the sister I've cherished since childhood. I will save her even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it." I watched him undo his shirt buttons with his trembling fingers. Elena, flushed and feverish, fell into his arms. The private room door slammed shut in front of me. The sounds of passion inside struck me like blow after blow, shattering five years of blind devotion into dust.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! “Kneel before me,” she commanded in a trembling voice. The man blushed in anger. “So, you asked for my presence to prove to yourself that you’re higher than me?” “Yes!” The man shook his head. “I will not do what you want.” “I’m paying you much, Mr. Novitch,” she said. “I have dignity. And kneeling in front of you is not a part of my work. If you can’t forgive me, fine.” “You’re rude!” she shouted. “You are ruder! Even if your whole being is covered with gold now, it doesn’t change the fact that you get naked in front of me to have bread on your plate.” He suddenly grabbed her tightly in both arms. “You still have nothing to brag about to me, Sam.” - Andrius is a well-known photographer, owns a business, and has a successful love life. Not until Samantha, the stripper, entered the picture and became a threat to his life, specifically his heart.

“I’m not signing these divorce papers, Liam,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m not asking, Alaria. I’m telling you.” With cold finality, Alpha Liam Blackthorne cast aside his wife for another woman—his mistress, Claire. But when Alaria’s trembling hand fell to her stomach, she chose silence over truth. One signature, and everything changed. Divorced, broken, and cast out of the pack, Alaria disappears, taking with her the secret that could shatter his empire. “I’ll raise you alone, little wolf,” she whispers to her unborn child. “And I’ll make sure you never become like him.” But fate has other plans. Years later, when rogue wolves threaten her and her child, the only one with the power to save them is the very man who betrayed her, Alpha Liam. Will the truth about their child bring them back together, or drive them further apart?

Justine Elle Pollo is a princess to her family and friends. She is a bird left in a cage for a long time, and all she ever wanted was for her to spread her wings and explore the world. Yet now that fate permits it to happen, everything turned upside down. She met Pierre Monteblanco, the ruthless Mafia Lord. What could go wrong? Excerpt: Pierre's eyes grew darker as if he had been triumphant. He slowly walked closer, closing the small gap between us. My feet were trembling as his musk scent was corrupting my innocent mind. "Good answer Justine..." he said while grasping the tip of my hair. I swallowed hard at his very touch, feeling the sweat trailing its way down on the side of my face. My heart thumped when he suddenly leaned closer, shutting each of our intimate spaces. "So then...I'll let you be, my sweet," he whispered roughly into my ears leaving me confused and uneasy.