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Over the years the house had been through substantial remodeling, and my favorite part of it were the bathrooms. Each bathroom had a walk in shower, and a bathtub big enough to be a pool. I turned the hot water on and watched the tub begin to fill. I pulled out some vanilla bubble bath and stifled a grin as I dumped the entire bottle in. I relaxed in the bath until the hot water turned cold and my fingers resembled prunes. Feeling much more calm about tomorrow, I curled into the warm bed and drifted off to sleep. *Author's Note* I would just like to clarify that in this novel, mates are discovered at 18 years or older. They are also discovered by touch instead of scent. Also, if you enjoy th

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Author's Note: Dear Readers, I am delighted to share my first novel in GoodNovel. I have been an active writer on other platforms and thrilled to start a new journey on this platform. My very first novel consists of mature content, those who had read my previous work would know how twists and turns appear in my books at the climax. The same is expected to appear in this novel. A strict Warning: The content of the story is mature and is meant for an adult audience. You can skip the chapters with the mature content warning given at the starting of that particular chapter.

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

*A New Collection Synopsis:.When 19-year-old college freshman Riley comes home for the weekend and “accidentally” interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

His rugged features, weathered from age, still held a charm that drew me in. But sometimes, like now, I feel trapped in this gilded cage. "I have everything I need right here," I replied, forcing a smile, and I felt guilty immediately. Gavin had given me literally everything; security, luxury and a sense of belonging. Wealth flowed through my lineage. Having more would definitely do no harm, but as I gazed into Gavin’s eyes, I saw deep loneliness, a hunger for connection that I, Christiana Leonard, couldn’t fulfill. He was fifty-six and not yet married.

I pressed myself against the wall, covering my mouth, trembling. What stuck out of the torn paper was a pale, lifeless human hand. "Get this handled quickly. The new goods will arrive soon," Grandma said with calm authority, giving instructions to Aunt Ivy, the person leading the team. The group moved away, pulling a cart up the mountain. I sank to the ground, feeling utterly dazed. I was struggling to process what I had just witnessed. Back home, I was struck with a high fever and missed the days of the coming-of-age ceremony that followed.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and