Judy Pace

"I would like to say I'm sorry; I haven't been the best version of myself. I am sorry for my inability to communicate effectively, and I know these past few weeks haven't been the best." "I do not want your apology, Xavier; I want to know why you have changed so much and become someone I barely know. I want to know what happened." She said, staring up at him, "Was my love never enough?" She didn't want to show her vulnerability, but he had always seen it. "It was always enough," he said as he stepped towards her, crossing into her personal space. Her heart picked up its pace, and she stared up at him. She could have told him to step back, but she wanted this. "You were always enough. I am sorry if I made you feel like you weren't." He said, and his lips met hers.

What would you do when you find out that, the man who stole your first kiss, whom you lost your virginity to was your best friend's Father! ***************** The pace of his thrusts increased, the only sound breaking the thick silence of the night, coming from his balls hitting my center. His large hands pinning my weight down on to the bed, muffling my screams in the process. We were threading on a thin line. His daughter, my best friends was just next to us, sleeping in the other room. I wondered how she hadn't yet been alerted by our love making. What would she say, if she had discovered me in such a position with her father! Deeper and deeper he went, making it harder and harder for me to hold in my cries. "Shh!" He whispered, his warm breath rubbing on my cheek. "You don't want to wake up your friend now, do you!"

To everyone else, I'm the wife of Stefano Pace, the man who runs this city's underworld. To others, I am living the kind of luxury every woman in town envies. But what no one knows is that in three days, I'm leaving my husband for good. It started when I took Stefano's car to wash and spotted a black stocking that wasn't mine wedged in the passenger seat cushions. It was balled up and still reeked of sickly sweet perfume. The sight of it was like a knife to the heart. I knew that perfume. It is Isla Torelli's. She's Stefano's underboss, the only woman besides me who's ever taken the passenger seat. My hand trembled as I gripped the stocking, but I kept my cool. I thought back to our wedding seven years ago, when Stefano stood in front of the whole family and vowed, "If I ever betray you, then betray me a hundredfold!" He probably did not think those words would come true.

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.

BLURB “You look so hot,” he whispered, his hand wrapped like silk around my hair and his movements fast and uncontrollable, his pace matching that of his brother’s thrusting in and out of me, “getting stuffed in all holes.” Brooks is wary of her mother marrying someone as powerful as the Alpha King but it's the happiest she has seen her since her father's death and it's a sacrifice she must make even if it means moving into the royal castle and dealing with her attraction to the famous Romano brothers. It's forbidden, it's dangerous, it's unacceptable but there's only so much restraint someone like Brooks can have, especially against powerful auras and dominating Alphas like the Romanos. Soon enough, she finds herself dancing to their tunes and playing good girl for them. It's all fun and games, nothing more than sexual pleasures until they start falling for her in their own ways, until it's revealed that a once in a century powerful mate bond would tie her to only one of them. And each of them wants her and would fight to the end to claim her.

What in this world can be darker than night?? 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤🖤 🖤 She takes three slow steps towards us and looks up to him right in the eyes... "You are Kolawole David Dolapo. My son! the heir to the House of Davies." she darts her eyes to me then back to him "And you will not settle for less!!" I was bitter and awestruck, speechless at the same time. I couldn't cry anymore, my tears already vain. He grits his teeth and folds his fists tighter "Mom I can't believe you are saying this" he yells "Do not walk out on me Kola" she says knowing that's the next thing he was going to do. He takes my hand and turn to leave "if you take one more step with that girl, consider yourself as not my son anymore Kola" she yelled through. He stopped in his pace without turning back "I never took you as a mom anyways, you never treated me as one" he says and heads back to his car. I could hear his mom breakdown behind us.

Previously called A Weekend With The Alpha *** He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered into his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening and mind-numbing. "You should be running, Zera." he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." "I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too. His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

While preparing for the SATs at the library, my brother is accidentally shot and injured, causing him to bleed profusely. I pass by this scene but turn a blind eye and quicken my pace to leave. This is because in my previous life, when I saw him, I rushed him to the hospital in a panic. He had intracranial hemorrhaging, and he urgently needed surgery. I quickly called my mom, the top neurosurgeon in the city, begging her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. However, she thought I was jealous that she had taken my adopted sister to the beach instead of spending time with me. She also believed I had fabricated the story about my brother's injury, and thus refused to return. By the time my dad and the rest of the family hurried to the hospital, it was too late for rescue efforts—my brother had passed away. The whole family blamed me for his death. They were convinced that I had deliberately misled my mom and delayed his critical treatment. When my mom returned from out of town, she lost her composure and pushed me down the stairs, watching coldly as I bled to death. After opening my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother was shot at the library.

CAUTION: This contains Erotica Content. 18+, BDSM, KINKS, Reverse Harem, Threesome, Hardcore. My eyes trailed down their long smooth legs in front of me, and I can imagine how they’d be trembling after I'm done fucking the hell out of them. “So…what decisions have you both made?” I coldly asked, indifferently crossing my legs to cover my monster which had been throbbing with desire. My two sexy secretaries looked at each other, but said nothing. I chuckled, then stood up, walking towards them at a gentle pace, “You both don't want to lose your jobs, right?” I stopped in front of Amela, my blonde beauty. I tipped her chin up and my finger trailed down to her neck and then lower until I got to that spot I have been thinking about—Her pointy full boobs. “You both should make your decision. Lose your jobs, or… Give your bodies to me for a month.” *** This is an unapologetically steamy erotica collection with different erotica stories that would surely leave you breathless, aching, secretly dripping, and coming for more Don’t say I didn’t warn you… Get ready to drip. And oh, don’t forget your popcorn.

Aurora Walton once made a bet with her mother—if Joseph Hunt ever fell in love with her, her mother would step aside and let them be together. So, upon learning that Joseph preferred gentle and resilient girls, she disguised herself as a struggling college student to get close to him. But in the end, Joseph crushed her illusions, holding his first love in his arms as he looked at Aurora with disdain. "A gold-digging nobody like you? How could you ever compare to Judy?" Humiliated and heartbroken, Aurora walked away, returning home to claim her rightful place as heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Years later, she returned, draped in a custom-made designer gown worth million, exuding elegance and power. Beside her stood a man whispered to be untouchable, feared, and revered. As she crossed paths with Joseph once more, the tables had turned. This time, it was Joseph who was left in regret. He took to social media with a public confession: "I used to think I loved strong, one-of-a-kind women. But Aurora, meeting you made me realize that love isn’t about rules. You are my exception." That very night, the elusive Lucas Carter broke his silence, releasing a long-cherished photograph. In it, a girl smiled brightly, untamed and full of life. With absolute certainty, he took Aurora’s hand and made his declaration for the world to hear. "Mrs. Carter, there are no exceptions. You've always been the one. And I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."