Fluttering Butterfly Skirt

Blurb/Synopsis Jane didn't meet him like they all thought she did. It happened much longer than that, in the heart of the city of Vegas, with pulsing music, a painfully short skirt, alcohol, and the compelling thirst to cross the line. But Jane never did. Because she was in love with Shawn, her college lover, it didn't matter that as the year ran by, the attention he paid her lowered with it; that his new secretary wore the same cologne as him; that their three-year marriage was fast becoming boring. She craved more. She demanded more. But Shawn couldn’t see it. Until the night it all ended in the pool of their mansion, blood mixing with the clear water, sirens blasting all around. But Jane's eyes opened again, and she was back in that night in Vegas, with him. The man with the piercing green eyes. The man who was going to be a complicated part of her story.

💋“I'm pregnant," I announced. “Abort it!" He retorted, barely letting me finish. ………… “Please come back to me, Hazel. We are mates, remember?” He pleaded, grabbing the Hem of my skirt. I smirked as his miserable voice reverberated through the room. “Not anymore. I found my mister perfect." I whispered, turning to leave as I snatched my skirt away from him. ……….. It was time to get revenge on her ex mate. Aside from pushing him away, what other tricks could Hazel Moonlight pull to make him miserable? Will she get her revenge? Hazel is vengeful and strong, but what happens when her Mister perfect turns out to be worse than her ex? What happens when she discovers he was only using her? Find out in this tale of revenge, love and heartbreak!!

"Flower, you are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to pluck. Mine to scatter. Mine to decorate. You will bloom in my garden and die there as well, if need arises." 'The Vampire's Flower - The Tragically Imperfect yet Perfectly Sweet Love Story Of A Human Assassin and A Vampire King' As a child, Eleanor was always against killing. But, something changed her narrative completely one day. The Murder Of Her Mother. The wrong done that night to her made an unfathomable killer come to birth. The killer who turned the Vampire Kingdom Of Eleneas upside down. Knife. Her way of murdering people shook others to their core as the people as well as the nobles grew terrified of this person. And, their fear led them to the gates of their Tryant Ruler. Daniel. Seeing the reaction of his subjects piqued his curiosity. As he went to search for this killer. Deep in the woods. There she was running after children with an innocent laugh on her lip. Her blonde hair like sunlight fluttering in the air with a smile burning brighter than the sun.  And, in that moment, he knew he found his queen. But, she loathed him. For every wrong and right reason. So when she was forced to marry him. Instead of wearing a white gown like an angel. She walked down the aisle covered in RED!

His steely gaze bore into mine, an abyss of emotionless darkness. "Marc-" "SHUT UP!" I flinched, a shudder coursing through me. He came on closer, his fingers tightening around my neck, a cruel parody of a caress. I met his frightening stare, I stared at him breathing heavily. "Just be still." I lowered my face, eyelids fluttering shut, as if seeking solace in the darkness. "I own you." His declaration resounding heavy in the air, an unbreakable chain binding me to this desire’s. In that moment, I knew - there was no escaping the clutches of this man who held me captive, body and soul. **************** In the heart of a city shrouded in shadows and secrets, Elena Santiago's life takes a dangerous plunge. Her father's debts drag them to the doorstep of Don Marco De Luca, an astute and enigmatic mafia overlord, thrusting Elena into a world of scary gambles and lethal allure. Boundaries blur between allegiance and survival as Elena must survive through a web of deception, where every move becomes a battle cry. With her family's future teetering on a razor's edge, she finds herself torn between defying the merciless Don and submitting to a life of total servitude. ******** Will she succumb to his desires… or hers?!

“I am hopelessly in love with you, Mein Engel” Dante kept his face buried in Cassandra's neck as he spoke. Her skin tingled, his hot breath brushing mildly against it. His voice was a deep baritone yet reassuring and steady. She found herself succumbing, her eyes fluttering close. Everything about him oddly drew her in his demanding presence, the intoxicating aroma that lingered around him, and those deep blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through her, as if they could uncover every secret she kept. But that wasn't right. That man was my husband's father, twice her age, and the whole thing felt off. What would the whole world think of Cassandra Adler, daughter of the Chairman of Delsu Investment, if they find out that she is pregnant with her father-in-law's child? And what about Dante? Surrounded by societal norms, enemy threats, and the fact that he already has a family, will he abandon the child and his developing feelings for a woman half his age? “He’s my husband’s father… twice my age… and now I’m carrying his heir. If the world finds out, it won’t just ruin me, it could destroy us all.”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes. "This is your original punishment, darling." And he won't refrain himself any more. Warning: Story might contain sexual content which might be unsuitable for some young readers. Read at your own risk because this author's work can be really addictive and you might get an unhealthy obsession with her written characters.

“He said he was just helping me rehearse... So why was I moaning his name backstage with his hand under my skirt?” Harriet Avery is the school’s invisible girl: brilliant, overweight, and bitter from years of bullying. But when her name appears as the lead in the school play—thanks to a cruel prank everything changes. Nick Marsh, the cocky captain of the hockey team, unexpectedly offers to help her. Their rehearsals are supposed to be harmless. But heat builds under stage lights. Chemistry simmers behind closed doors. And soon, Harriet is glowing—inside and out. She’s falling. Hard. But the cruelest twist comes after the curtain falls: the entire thing was a dare. Now with her heart broken, Harriet has two choices: fade into the background like she always has… or finally step into her own spotlight and set fire to everything that tried to break her.

I killed my mate on the same day my Alpha father put me up as a price for our pack’s werewolf power competition. It was a mistake. Borne by my defiance against the pack's law that a woman cannot reject a man, even if he's stuck his d**k in EVERY hole under a skirt available to him, else something tragic is going to happen. Because of that, I was stripped of my title as princess, degraded to a common slave and declared a surrogate to an alpha whose name is the only thing I know about him. Alpha Demorath of Blackwood pack. His name states exactly what he is. A demon alpha who is not just going to be my master – the one who my father strongly believes can TAME me – but also the father of my unborn child. But Demorath and I are like fire and poison, two elements that work so well together. Only if you consider our intentions.

He snapped around, glaring at her, oh lord she looked sexy, wearing thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt and a very tight white button down shirt, which was only sparsely buttoned to cover her breasts. "Why don't you snap a picture it will last you longer and you can enjoy it when you are alone". She smirked as she twirled one of her braids around her hand. Oh he would love to grab those braids, making her use that naughty mouth for something better.. f**k Sebastian snap out of it, he thought, she is so not your type. "If I wanna look at cheap whores the internet got a better selection". Amber and Sebastian is both friends with Matt.. but just as he expected they are not getting along at all.. or is that just a cover for their attraction ? How with it all end when they get entagled in a bet ?

Avery Whitney was just your average girl trying to blend in. Her crush, Preston Adams, says otherwise. He sees her as an annoying nobody who doesn't deserve to exist in this world to the point he humiliates her in front of the whole student body. She felt utterly heartbroken so with that she vowed to herself that someday, he will get what he deserves. Four years later, she was now the Revenge Artist. She knows everybody's deepest darkest secret and uses it as an advantage for people who seek her help with 100% paybacks-a-bitch guaranteed. For payment, she doesn't need anything. Just the soaring feeling of accomplishment that she gets after doing the deed. The day came when luck was on her side. She caught Preston making out with the young hot Chemistry teacher, Ms. Brooks. Preston however was not pleased since he remembered what he did to Avery four years ago. She uses this to her advantage as blackmail so if Preston won't do any of her bidding, word will leak out about his indiscretion and that won't do any good for him. He will lose his popularity, his long time girlfriend Deana, his chance for football scholarship and worse, expelled. Little did she know that the more time she spent with Preston, the fluttering feeling she had for him would return.