Femme Fatale Novels Novels & Stories

It is in the capital that there should be the highest competition and the best offers. A wave of pleasant excitement rose, even goosebumps ran through the body. Alina felt that right here and now some kind of magic was happening, her life was changing, filled with colors. Perhaps in that moment she determined her life for years to come. Worth a try, and then she will see where this idea leads. However, it was better to postpone the time to think about the future and continue to collect information about the former mistress of the room. While sorting through things, she looked through the books. There were familiar names of the classics, but there were also many unfamiliar names. A large numb

Nathan stopped his assault to my neck and turned to see Serena. "We're aware of that. You're interrupting something" He said to her "Maybe you should continue. You guys look so hot together and beside I've seen you both naked before" She said smiling "You mean when you drugged me so I can sleep with you?" Nathan asked her "I wasn't the one that made the drinks. I think Malcolm did but that's in the pass now. You were high on whatever he gave you and he put ecstasy pills in mine. It boots my sex drive and I just and sex with you. I'm sorry" She said

What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

Steve had never trusted her, and he knew that she had a reputation for being ruthless and manipulative. "Steve, darling," Isadora purred as she approached. "I see you've brought a guest with you tonight." Celess felt a chill run down her spine as Isadora's eyes locked onto hers. There was something about the older vampire that made her skin crawl. "Isadora," Steve said curtly. "What brings you here tonight?" Celess felt a chill run down her spine as Isadora's eyes locked onto hers. There was something about the older vampire that made her skin crawl.

The two women were friendly, but they hadn't made it to the 'let's share our sex lives over several bottles of wine' stage yet. "Fuck," Claudia grumbled, hands going to hips. "I blame Catan. That damn game gets more stuff busted in this place than a breakup fight." Anya snickered as her friend bore down on the culprits. Claudia Cantore looked like a Greek Aphrodite statue with her tall, goddess-like frame and long blond hair. But when she was pissed off, no one was safe. Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper.

asked Kyle. "Yeah, I was just reading this spell which involves the canine teeth and the live seamen of a healthy young Alpha Male werewolf," Both Kyle and I shuddered. "Don't even want to know what the spell is for," "Yeah me neither," I closed the book and put it back on the shelf. I moved down a little more and came upon the dictates of ancient priestess' of Selena. So basically prophecies. I figured why not, and grabbed the whole self and went to a table.

They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear. “That’s it, Mrs. Romanov. Milk our cocks. Show your husband how well you take real men.” “You’re dripping everywhere, princess. Such a greedy married cunt.” I came again. And again. Until my voice went hoarse and my legs trembled uncontrollably. But in the middle of it all, while Ace was buried deep in my pussy and Flynn used my mouth, Alaric dropped the real bomb.

He asked me quietly and I nodded. What I really wanted was for him to tear open my dress and take me up against the wall but no. I was better than my husband. At least I thought. “Get away from me Moretti” “Cassian” what? “Call me Cassian” he repeated. “How about I call you nothing!” I said angrily before turning around and walking back to my room. He didn’t follow but I could feel his eyes on me. I need to leave here before I give in to the desires in my head again. Cassian freaking Moretti was a danger to my body.

I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear. For years, I had molded myself into what Caleb liked. Every female he kept close was delicate, soft, untouchable. None fit the image better than Serena, the Omega who bore his pup. But tonight, I walked into the private lounge of the pack’s most exclusive club without a single guard daring to stop me. Halfway through the night, the door slammed open. A group of Alphas stalked in, dominance thick in the air. Last through the door—face dark as a storm—was Caleb.

But the price of knowledge was always steep, and the risks were immeasurable. One such individual, a minor scribe named Alaric, had found himself ensnared in Isolde’s web. His crime was simple: possessing a worn, leather-bound journal that contained fragmented accounts of Elara’s reign, writings that had been deemed seditious and ordered purged. Alaric, a scholar at heart who harbored a quiet admiration for the fallen queen, had not intended to propagate rebellion. He had simply sought to preserve the memory of a time when the kingdom had known true leadership. Isolde’s agents, however, had discovered his secret during a routine sweep of royal archives, their crimson falcon insignia a stark