Like Flame

Slim was known for his cold demeanor and indifference towards others. He had built a reputation as a rude and emotionless guy, yet paradoxically, he was adored and popular among his peers. His behavior had never hinted at having a soft side, and he made no effort to hide his true nature. However, everything changed when he encountered the clumsy, quiet girl at a party. He is instantly drawn to her, much like a moth to a flame and inexplicably, he was willing to do whatever it took to protect her and ensure her happiness. This development raises a significant question: Was Slim's newfound interest in her authentic and sincere, or did it stem from a hidden motive, possibly of a darker nature?

Erotic stories that can rekindle the flame within each of us: desire. Prohibited for minors, very hot scene. Experience intense moments of desire and let the pleasure consume you.

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

The ancient flame never chooses wrong... until it chose me. Unseen. Forgotten. That's all I've ever been in the Crescent Pack, until the night the sacred flame marked me. Not to one Alpha... but to two. Maxim Blackwood, the fierce leader torn between duty and desire. Icarus Nightshadow, the cold strategist who hides more than he reveals. Rivals bound to me by fate. But what am I to them? As ancient secrets emerge and shadows close in, I find myself at the center of an ancient war. The truth is slipping through my fingers. And the deeper I fall, the more enemies emerge. Can I trust my comrades when they never wanted me?

Lia Harrison is a witch who cannot use magic. Her poor aptitude for magic is a stain to her mother's reputation. That is, until a wrong turn in the bustling city of New York leaves her stranded and in the company of a Demon. Travis, a high-ranking demon, is on a mission to kill the Jade witch. The first face he sees when he arrives on Earth is Lia’s. Lia thinks that he is a human. The fact that she has no knowledge of a demon’s traits only makes matters worse. Travis doesn’t sense any magical aura from Lia and also assumes she is human. And so the Demon and the witch become friends, both being none the wiser. In a world where witches and demons walk separate paths, will their love end up like the dying embers of a flame, or will it transform into a blazing inferno?

Iris thought she had life sussed out. Everything was balanced until one fateful night everything changed . Her past caught up with her in the worst way; and in top of everything that was happening, she was reminded of her loss and an old flame ...

Ralph Montenegro thought he'd escaped the past. He was wrong. Delilah, the woman he discarded, has returned, inheriting the Montenegro fortune. The stakes are higher now, the game far more dangerous. Will their past ignite a destructive flame, consuming them both?

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.

They say love is like a double edged sword. The one who makes you the happiest, can also hurt you the most. This was the fate of Melissa, when the only man her heart had only ever throbbed for and devoted her life to, Robert Mondragon……..her husband, discarded her like old soiled rags when he divorces her on the very day she planned to announce her pregnancy at the birthday celebration of her father in law. Putting an end to their contractual marriage that was always devoid of love, with the sudden reappearance of his first love and old flame…… Jodie Sanchez back in their lives, causing a rift in their union. Devasted Melissa leaves and ends up in an almost fatal car accident. One that alters the course of her life forever, when she wakes up with a new identity as Isabella Cassagrande, heiress to the Cassagrande fortune one of the most prominent families in Romania. Just when life gives her a second chance, she is plunged back into the Mondragon orbit with the arrival of Dante Romero an overzealous and ruthless billionaire business man. One that exposes a whirlwind of secrets and deceit, as they work hand in hand to crumble the Mondragon name and legacy.