Intercontinental Marble

How did this even happen? The girl whom she thought of as her best friend, the girl with whom she's sharing her room, is actually a guy? Hazel stood there with her feet rooted to the white marble floor, not even bothering to fake that utterly shook expression of hers by watching the handsome man dressed in woman's clothes. "She's a guy!?" Finally Hazel let it out straighning her mind. Tristan Sanchez is an undercover cop who by bad luck had to pretend as a sexy paino teacher According to his Cheif's orders. What would happen if the most dedicated and cold officer of the department falls in love with the clumsiest and cheerful girl ever. Can he complete his mission to find the culprit he's looking for? Or he will get distracted by the feeling called love.

Anaya was never meant to choose her own destiny. Bound by obligation and sealed by a ruthless alliance, she is forced into marriage with the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the country. Raised to be obedient, poised, and the perfect wife, Anaya steps into a world of power, danger, and blood-stained loyalty without protest. At first, she plays her role flawlessly—silent, graceful, untouchable. But behind the cold marble walls and whispered threats, she begins to see the man behind the monster. The husband she feared reveals glimpses of devotion, protection, and a darkness that mirrors her own hidden strength. What starts as duty slowly turns into desire. And what was once a prison begins to feel like a kingdom. As enemies circle and secrets threaten to destroy everything, Anaya must decide: Will she remain the obedient bride she was raised to be… Or will she rise as the queen of the empire she was forced to marry into?

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped. Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it. Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split: 60% to Ivy. 40% to Sebastian. Only one of them can gain interest. Only one of them can destroy the other. They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for. Love was never the problem. It was the price.

Her father was killed and then the killer made her his wife Avelina Moretti’s life ended the night her father, a feared mafia boss of the Moretti’s organization is gunned down in a fight ordered by his rival, Allessandro Rossi. Before she was able to bury him, She was dragged away from the cemetery and forced into marriage. Allessandro claims their marriage will put an end to the decades of fights and bloodshed between both families but Avelina calls it imprisonment. She swore to make Allessandro pay. But behind the marble walls of the Rossi estate, nothing is as it seems. The man who was once her captor protects, bleeds and provides for her. As blood debts turn to desire, and secrets unravel ,guns turns on her and it is Allessandro who takes the bullet and now she must choose between vengeance and the man who was supposed to be her enemy. Because the truth may destroy them both—and love might be the most dangerous weapon of all.

I loved him with all my heart but I only received pain and betrayal. The door didn't open. I tried multiple times but the door never opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor. "DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!" I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust. "Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger. "Why?", I gritted. He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly. "Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black" This story deals with the struggles of Evelyn Clarke, an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage....

Savannah Cole is drowning in debt and desperation when she’s summoned to a penthouse interview with elusive billionaire Colton Briggs. But instead of a job, she’s offered a contract marriage: six months, one million dollars, no intimacy, and no questions. It’s a lifeline for Savannah—until she signs. What begins as a cold, calculated agreement spirals into a twisted maze of secrets. The deeper Savannah is pulled into Colton’s opulent world, the more she realizes nothing is as it seems. A blood-stained wedding dress. A locked vault. A missing heiress who once wore her ring. Whispers echo through the mansion’s marble halls—and every warning points to one truth: Colton Briggs is hiding something dark... and deadly. Bound by lies, trapped by a contract, and stalked by shadows from the past, Savannah must decide—will she survive Colton’s world long enough to escape it? Or is she the next chapter in a legacy of vanishing brides? When love is a transaction, and trust is a gamble, the price of saying “yes” might just be her life.

Emilka Winchester is the envy of Seattle. To the outside world, she is Mrs. Perfect—the beautiful, devoted wife of a powerful man, living a life of marble counters, designer dresses, and carefully curated happiness. But behind closed doors, the silence is deafening. When her husband misses their fifth anniversary, a single crack begins to spread. A missed dinner becomes a trail of lies leading from the rain-soaked streets of Seattle to a hidden hotel room in Chicago. One receipt. One lingering scent of lilies. One scrap of red lace that doesn’t belong to her. The truth shatters everything. But Damian doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He offers a solution. An open marriage. After years of failed IVFs and the weight of a legacy that never came, he no longer wants a wife,just a woman to maintain the illusion while he lives his life elsewhere. Now Emilka must decide: remain the perfect wife in a beautiful lie… or destroy everything to reclaim the truth. Because in a world built on appearances, the truth is the most dangerous thing she can choose.

Brianna didn’t want a new life; she wanted a way out. When her mother, Eloise, marries the tech tycoon Declan Van Doren, Brianna is dragged into a world of cold marble, sharp whispers, and a stepbrother who treats her presence like a stain on his family crest. Dawson Van Doren is the heir to an empire and a man with a heart of jagged glass. To the world, he is the brilliant, untouchable billionaire. To Brianna, he is the monster in the bedroom down the hall—the man who watches her with a mixture of loathing and a dark, suffocating hunger that makes her skin crawl and her heart stutter. But the Van Doren mansion is a house of glass. While Dawson breaks her spirit by day, his father’s closest friend—the man she calls Uncle—watches her with a terrifyingly different kind of heat. Caught between a stepbrother who wants to ruin her and a forbidden protector who wants to own her, Brianna is walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. And Dawson is about to prove that the only thing more dangerous than hating him... is letting him touch her.

Lena never expected her life to change overnight. One minute, she was just another invisible girl scraping by—dodging bills, counting coins, and pretending the weight of survival didn’t choke her daily. Then came Kai Ashford. A billionaire with a cold smile and eyes that saw through everything. He plucked her from the shadows and wrapped her in silk, marble, and secrets. Designer clothes replaced thrifted rags. Penthouse nights took over sleepless street corners. Everything she ever dreamed of was handed to her no questions asked. But nothing in Kai’s world is ever free. As Lena is pulled deeper into his luxurious web, she begins to realize she isn’t just living in his world she’s owned by it. Every choice, every glance, every step has been calculated. Her comfort is his control. And the deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to untangle what’s love… and what’s manipulation. Because Kai didn’t save her. He claimed her. And her entire existence may be the price she never agreed to pay.