Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

Holy shit. Hell no. Ivette’s brain turned into a puddle as she stared into those bright brown eyes that had wiped her world away on that night weeks ago. She would never forget those eyes that haunted her dreams every night. His knowing smile. His full mouth that had touched every inch of her skin. His dark hair that her fingers had dove into and pulled as she moaned against his tan skin. His scent that made her knees wobble with need. At least, now she knew his name. When Ivette King's long-term boyfriend proposes to her, in a bid to find some semblance of peace, she takes a step in the wrong direction. A one-night stand with a rival. A mistake, she called it. An unforgettable experience, he begged to differ.

“Stop Jeremy, you should go slower , I’m out of breath” I whispered and moaned truly out of breath . My thighs had been spread and shaking , Jeremy’s cock slipping smoothly in and out of my pussy,surrounded by cum from both of us , I suppose. He had hit my G-spot accurately with every insert and I could feel every inch deep inside me coupled with the speed I wanted. But I needed to pretend I had had enough of it.He passed his fingers through my red hair, “you know how long we’ve longed for this moment”, “ this is just the beginning”, he whispered, biting my lips and slowing down a bit and then returning sharply to his previous pace. This should’ve been me right?

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

“It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose to feel the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. What about the big mansions? Situated right beside the lone empty road. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing the beauty of taking a night walk; "who would have thought, this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!" Emilia Vilia-Rosario was dragged into rivalry and a revenge war between,The Pedro's and her family. She was tricked into signing a contracted marriage proposal to Mariano Douglas Pedro, the billionaire heir to Pedro's Fortune.

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!" "I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull. He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!" "I want to die…" she cried out. Anger roared through him, he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips. "Not before getting a taste of you!"

"Love doesn't protect the border," he said, rejecting her while she carried his secret heir. Five years later, she is the fake fiancée of his deadliest enemy... and she’s hiding a child with the Golden Eyes of a King. "I reject you, Elara Vance." Five years ago, Alpha Kael of Camelot chose power over love. Believing the lies of his corrupt Oracle and Elara’s own foster sister, he publicly banished his fated mate on his ascension day, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret growing inside her. Now, Elara is a rogue herbalist living in the shadows, her life revolving around her five-year-old son, Leo. But Leo carries a deadly curse. To save him, Elara must venture into uncharted territory to steal a legendary Orchid from the most dangerous man on the continent: King Darius of the Lycans. She infiltrates the Palace, but the Ruthless King catches her red-handed. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," Darius growls. "Because," Elara gasps, "I'm the only one who can wake your guards up." Intrigued by her skills and cornered by the Council into a forced marriage, Darius offers Elara a devil’s bargain: The Orchid for her life. "Marry me for one year. Convince the world you are mine, and I will save your son." Elara accepts, dyeing her son’s hair black to hide his identity. But deception is fragile. When a Peace Summit brings her vengeful Ex to the palace, Elara’s secrets are one washed-out hair dye away from being revealed. With a Lycan King stealing her heart and an Alpha hunting her son, Elara must decide: Keep running, or unleash the wolf within.

Book Two of the Tales of Zodia takes us to Equivale. A beautiful Kingdom which honors the power, strength, and loyalty of the Horse. We follow Lance Stallion, a Prince in turmoil, as he has to manage the aftermath of the events in Dracovia. Stay with him, as he has to adjust to a new lifestyle and see what happens, when he reconnects with an old friend. Rayne Whisper, is a fiery and determined young woman, who has always been decisive in all she does. Can she help him break away from his anger and reconnect with his true self, before he loses everything that is dear to him? And what about his somewhat complicated relationship with Lilliana and Drake? Can a friendship bloom out of the ashes? Your favourite people return and are joined by a host of new friends in this second installment, that continues the journey we started in Dracovia. Latin: "Vera libertas est signum es, et spiritu. Quando corpus et ceterorum domantur, sed cor manet libera. Si habes intellectum humanum liberum spirituale sapit. Nubiferis alis volare, quem Pegasum magnam de caelo."

"Daegal, I–" Prince Daegal placed a finger on Naomi's lips, stopping her protests. "Shh, Do not think, simply feel..." he whispered as he pulled her flush against his chest with his fingers trailing sparks down her spine. "But... Nezetta..." "She's not here." Daegal loosened the strings at her back that held her dress together till they fell to her ankles. And then he claimed her lips in a fiery kiss that made her toes curl. ... Beautiful, smart, and successful, Naomi Walker has it all but the mysterious deaths of her parents haunt her every day. In her search for the truth, she finds herself deep in a twisted version of her favorite fantasy novel after an unfortunate explosion during a blood moon. Reborn in an unfamiliar body with powers she doesn't understand, Naomi seeks to find her way back to her reality but is caught in an intense and complicated love triangle. Also, Naomi must navigate wicked political schemes or risk losing both the world she has come to love and the one she was taken from.

I was reborn, back to the day before my wedding. The first thing I did? I swapped husbands with my sister. Last time around, I married Julian, a mild-mannered tech mogul. He couldn't handle my fiery temper, and I couldn't stand how soft he was. Our marriage crashed and burned in a year. My sister, sweet and timid, was in an arranged marriage with Robin Kane, the Don of New York's biggest crime family. She couldn't handle the brutal, chaotic life. Tormented by Robin's so-called childhood sweetheart, Isabella, she fell into a deep depression and died. So when I came back, I made a decision. I’d be the one to marry the Don. But I never expected that after the wedding, the cold, stoic Don would become a different man. Every night, he’d be on top of me, kissing me like he was obsessed, whispering, "Good girl. I'll make you feel good. Just one more time, baby?"