Flower Dance

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

When Meave Delaney's first private dance at a strip club, leads her to a man who questions her choice of profession, the last thing she expected was to see him again, that too, as her boss in her day job. Him, Hunted by a past that seemed to chase him no matter how far he ran, he is sinking further into a place he knew would be difficult to crawl out of. Her, Growing up too fast sure had its effects, with a father who wishes to kick the bucket more than anything in the world, she's falling into the very life she fought to stay away from. Dark, There's one thing the darkness promised ... No expectations. Sometimes passion and love are all we need to stop ourselves from driving into that dark hole, but sometimes, passion and love pulls you further into it. But for Meave and Cohen, it was just Him, Her & Dark.

Amore Intima experienced something that she didn’t imagine. Before she escaped that pit of hell, she was all alone. Not until someone came to save her—Amadeus Donovan. The man takes her in to his abode. But Amore didn’t know that there’s more than just on Amadeus of being her saviour. He’s a mysterious man that is under a dangerous organization. As Amore live under his roof, Amadeus will slowly find himself drowning in some strange emotion. But as he unfolds all the mystery about Amore, will he still be able to accept who she really is? Will the flower of rose blooms to their romance? Or it’ll be the rose’s thorns that will set them apart?

In the moonlit forest, the Alpha and Alora engaged in a secret, passionate dance away from prying eyes and their pack's demands. A deep voice filled with desire rumbled like thunder in the night. "To me, you are the passion that flows through my veins, the intense desire that drives me. I long to have you, Alora, with an insatiable desire." She silently invited him with parted lips, her sultry gaze fixed on him. "You're the storm that ignites my senses. Your touches and kisses fuel my fantasies," she said in a seductive voice. In a world of forbidden love and thrilling action, Alora finds herself in a heart-pounding love triangle while seeking justice for her sister's tragic death. She's torn between mysterious Alpha Cassian and Lucien, her soulmate from a rival pack, and her choices either unite or divide the werewolf packs. As their enemy Orion seeks revenge, her journey reveals a world of mysteries. Ultimately, the conflict demonstrates that even the most chilling secrets can't withstand the destructive power of love, as affection, loyalty, and her unwavering spirit take center stage.

Between the pages of an enchanted book, the cursed werewolves have been trapped for centuries. Their fate now rests in the hands of Verena Seraphine Moon, the last descendant of a powerful witch bloodline. But when she unknowingly summons Zoren Bullet, the banished werewolf prince, to her world, their lives become intertwined in a dangerous dance of magic and romance. As the line between friend and foe blurs, they must unravel the mysteries of the cursed book before it's too late. The moon will shine upon their journey, but will it lead them to salvation or destruction?

She left him after that steamy night, and she was confident he would never look for her because he never saw her face because of the mask she wore. But what if fate suddenly pulls its strings and bring them back together? ----- Autumn Aurello did something three years ago. For the sake of money, she did pole dancing in front of someone she admired, not expecting she would give in to the way he stared at her, and to the way he caressed every inch of her skin. After that steamy night, she left him, moved on from that night and got herself a boyfriend. She became a successful painter in those three years and went to Manila. When she came back, she planned to surprise her partner, waiting inside his room only to witness his adultery. Taking her broken heart with her, she hurriedly left his unit but accidentally broke his flower vase. She didn’t have any choice but hide in the next unit which had its door opened. And it was a decision she regretfully made. Because in front of her is Dr. Knoxx Silva, the man whom she had a one-night stand with three years ago. Now that their paths crossed, fate never separated them from each other, especially when Knoxx asked her to become her date in his parents’ anniversary and things took a turn when the supposed-to-be anniversary turned into their engagement party. Now, what will happen to them? Will Knoxx find out about their steamy night? Or will their sudden wedding make him get his mind off from that night?

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden. "Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale. His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer. "Fuck," he mutters. He roughly tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat.  I gasp. He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck. "Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons.  "Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin. "We were just dancing," I whisper. He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear. *** Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally.  She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice. Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.

Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.

Lisa has had a clear relationship with Billionaire CEO, Richard Hart, from the start: dance for him and she earns more than his average staff. His constant request for her services makes her believe the Billionaire is interested in her and she uses this to her advantage to get money out of him. He would never refuse her money, even if she steals it from his office. But when the funds stop coming in and he goes off the radar for three months, he returns being a completely different person. "Marry me," he tells her after he returns from his mysterious journey. He never made any move but he's back and his hands are all over her, his all up in her space, his lips are smirking, his eyes are flirting, her knees are weak and her heart can't help pounding at his advances. Richard will do anything to have her to himself. Even if it meant locking her up till her heart start to beat the same way.