Honey Brown Eyes

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

Olive lost her childhood memory, all she knew was she was named after the tree where Tasio found her, the wolf hunter that lives in the woods, and the one who raised her. As she reached the right age and had her first transformation, she realize the complication she was in. She's a hunter of her kin. But she wasn't only a normal werewolf, she came from a forbidden race, an ancient race of healers, a half-wolf, and a half-witch. Her different eye color represents her witch blood, and her white fur represents her hybrid blood. Only pure werewolves have golden eyes and black or brown fur. She's a half-witch and a half-werewolf but grow up with a wolf hunter. Would her mate accept her? Even after learning that it was her who killed his brother.

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

Demi menambah biaya hidup, Camelia Rusticana mendaftar untuk menjadi buddy pada program pertukaran mahasiswa di kampusnya. Siapa sangka, Camelia terpilih menjadi buddy bagi Larry Brown, seorang pewaris dari salah satu miliarder di negeri adidaya. Larry yang merupakan pemuja kehidupan bebas, tidak segan mengerjai Camelia dengan memberi "tawaran nakal" pada gadis itu. Lantas bagaimana kisah Camelia selanjutnya? Mampukah ia mengakhiri kontrak sebagai buddy Larry Brown dengan aman?

Seventeen-year-old Mia, the younger daughter of the Alpha Queen, never imagined she would be considered for the throne. With her brown hair and green eyes mirroring her mother’s youth, she has always lived in the shadow of her elder sister, Kate, never receiving the same love or attention, and she has never known why. Now that Kate has turned eighteen, everyone expects her to become the next Queen. But on the night before the announcement, everything changes: the great Alpha Queen Isabella was murdered. And Mia was accused. Before she can be brought to the court, Mia is saved by her enigmatic trainer, Levi, and together they flee. Their only hope lies with the Black Mountain Pack, the sanctuary for wolves who have been cast out, but danger and secrets follow them wherever they go.

During Christmas break, my boyfriend, Trevor Hayes, asks me to stop by and feed the dog that his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers, keeps at her place. I bring a bag of kibble over. But the second I open the door, a huge pit bull lunges at me and bites into my face and arms. Luckily, a neighbor hears me screaming and pulls me out of its jaws, but the damage is already done. The scars will stay with me forever. I break down, but Trevor blames me instead. "You must've done something wrong when you fed Mojo and set him off. You just got a scar, but Mojo's dead!" The weight of it all crushes me until I climb a rooftop and jump. After dying, I see Trevor holding Evelyn in his arms. "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together." When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Trevor asks me to go feed that dog.

"My mate is the man who murdered my sister," Lucia whispered, her voice shaking. Julius’s eyes flashed with hurt and fury. "I don’t know who you think I am, Lucia, but I will prove the truth, even if it breaks us both." She swore to kill him. Fate swore to bind them. Ten years ago, Lucia Wright watched her sister, Teja, die at the hands of a man whose honey gold eyes she could never forget. Since that night, her life has been nothing but prisons, rogues, and blood-soaked promises of revenge. At the Moonbane Festival, the goddess finally grants her a mate. But when the mask falls away, she recognizes him, Alpha Julius of Rivermist Pack. The man she believes murdered her sister. Lucia accepts his mother’s sudden proposal, not out of love, but to finish what she started, to kill him from within his own home. Yet the mate bond burns hotter than her hatred, and every stolen touch threatens to unravel her carefully built rage. Julius has secrets of his own, enemies in the shadows, a rival Alpha bent on his ruin, and a past drenched in sins he can’t escape. As truths twist and betrayals surface, Lucia must decide, will she cling to vengeance, or surrender to the bond that defies her every oath? In a world of demons, rival packs, and blood debts, love may be the deadliest trap of all.

"I love your skirt." He whispered into her ear, his hands enclosing her on both sides of the wall. "Thank you." She said and suddenly jerked the moment he squeezed her butt. "You didn't even need to try but I love that you did." He kept whispering at the same time nuzzling her and toturing her with attempted kisses. "Don't you think you crossed the line today?" "I'm not sure I ...." Before she could deny knowing what he meant he pressed his lips against hers earning him the sweetest moan from her. He pulled away and peered deep into her amber eyes while she got lost in his honey looking ones. --- Matilda a 26 year old lady is at the verge of giving up on her career as a sugar baby, one night she locks eyes with a handsome stranger who turns out to be Andre, the youngest billionaire in the city. She is in need of money and he is in need of a new sugar baby. with iresistable attraction what could possibly go wrong except for little side threats waiting for the right time to strike. The obsession of an ex-lover? A connection in the past that could tear them apart ? Or the long lustful desire of a stepbrother who would stop at nothing to get under her skirts when the opportunity raises it's head.