Lisa Kleypas Author

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

Autumn Simeons had loved Damian McLaren for as long as she could remember. From childhood to their teenage years, he was her safe place, the one person who made life feel lighter. But while Damian came from wealth and privilege, Autumn’s life was far simpler—and his heart seemed to belong to someone else. She kept her feelings hidden, choosing to be the best friend he could rely on. That fragile balance broke when Damian got a girlfriend who saw Autumn as a threat. Tension grew until, without warning, Damian cut her out of his life completely. One day they were inseparable; the next, he treated her like a stranger. Months later, fate intervened when Damian’s mother, worried about his slipping grades, asked Autumn to tutor him—unaware of the rift between them. Both protested, but their parents insisted. Now, forced into the same space, Autumn must face the boy she still loves, who seems to resent her presence. His girlfriend’s shadow hangs over every exchange, and unspoken history simmers beneath the surface. As old feelings resurface, Autumn realizes some lessons can’t be taught from books—they live in stolen glances, unsaid words, and memories that refuse to fade.

"Don’t talk. Just listen.” Chloe tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Do you remember what happened on October 13th, 2014?” she asked. Mira’s eyes widened. “Why are you bringing back my pain, Chloe?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Chloe giggled, a soft, wicked sound. “On that day, you lost the one thing that ever mattered to you,” she said slowly. “The one thing you wanted so badly with Ethan… a child.” Tears gathered in Mira’s eyes. Her heart ached with the memory. But Chloe wasn’t done. She leaned closer and said, “Have you ever wondered how your son really died, Mira?” Mira’s eyes flickered with confusion and fear. Chloe smiled and sat down beside her. “You see,” she began, “when I was abroad, I had a bone marrow issue. I needed a transplant. And guess what? Ethan and I were still in contact back then.” Mira’s throat went dry. She swallowed hard but said nothing. Chloe continued, her voice dripping with pride. “Ethan was the one who brought up the idea of using Adrian’s bone marrow. Your son’s.” Mira froze, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. “Yes,” Chloe said, grinning. “He secretly brought me back to the city to get it done. And do you remember the car accident he had around that time? It was all staged. Ethan did it to cover up what happened—because Adrian couldn’t make it after the transplant.” Mira stared at her, tears spilling down her

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."

Annette was a half-breed rogue, but she was lucky enough to find a mate. She thought she was being blessed by the Moon Goddess. However, one day, she opened her mate's door and saw him in bed with her best friend. At that moment she broke down, her heart broke. She dashed out of the room in despair. Annette then chose the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Connor. She wanted to use him to get back at her mate, but Connor saw through it all. He would not allow a rogue to do so, and his revenge also began.

Fui sola al concierto de mi cantante favorito. En la parte de las dedicatorias, el corazón me latía con fuerza. Recé en silencio para que la suerte me escogiera a mí. Pero al siguiente segundo, en la pantalla gigante apareció mi esposo, que supuestamente estaba de viaje por trabajo, y a su lado estaba su primer amor, Patricia Castellón. —Quiero pedir una canción: "Volver al pasado", volver tres años atrás, cuando Nicolás jamás habría terminado con Patricia. El público estalló en aplausos y vítores, celebrando aquella historia de amor. Solo yo, entre la multitud, me quedé con el rostro empapado en lágrimas. En la siguiente ronda de dedicatorias, de pronto vi en la pantalla mi propia cara hinchada de tanto llorar. —Yo también quiero pedir "Volver al pasado", volver al momento en que nunca habría aceptado la propuesta de matrimonio de Nicolás Varas.

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

"You also feel Lumira died an unjust death? Then let's see you change it." Rina Vale died screaming at a screen. Crushed by a truck after cursing an author for the pathetic end of her favorite villainess, Lumira Duskbane, she expected the void. Instead, she woke up behind Lumira’s eyes at the elite Aetherion Academy. But the sequel is deadlier than the original. Bound by a blood-contract with the Author, Rina must rewrite Lumira’s tragic fate or be erased. She is a "walking curse" in a den of monsters. Her fated ex, Alpha Jaxon, hunts her with predatory suspicion, desperate to prove she’s the source of the rot eating the university. Prince Kaelion, the vampire, watches her with a hunger that promises a beautiful destruction. Then there are the ones she’s already changed. Aurel Venticus, the genius White Mage, became obsessed after witnessing her wield a Reaper’s blade—a weapon no living soul should touch. Now, he stalks her mind, determined to unravel the secrets of the "new" Lumira. And Austin, the Moonshadow Elf Prince, remains her lethal shadow; despite the hell the original Lumira put him through, his loyalty has curdled into a terrifying, unbreakable obsession. As demonic shadows turn the campus into a slaughterhouse, the school demands a sacrifice. They want the villainess. The Blood Moon is rising... Rina has the spoilers and the dark magic, but in a world of obsessed predators, will surviving the story might be harder than writing it?

Estuve enamorada de él durante cinco años, hasta que me empujó al fuego con sus propias manos. Pensé que simplemente había caído en desgracia, pero estaba equivocada: se casó con la loba con la que había crecido llamando, su "hermana". Durante el mes que pasé en el hospital, nunca vino ni una sola vez. Cuando finalmente regresé a la casa de la manada, la vi sentada en su regazo, sonriendo dulcemente. ¿Y yo? Yo no era más que la "cazafortunas", y la "forastera descarada" a sus ojos. No fue hasta que le di la espalda y tomé el trono de Alfa de la manada Blood Moon que enloqueció, persiguiéndome, con lágrimas corriendo por su rostro. —Rompí el vínculo con ella —lloró—. Solo vuelve; ¡nos casaremos ahora mismo!

Alizeh has a storm inside fighting to take over. She's quiet, and meek, and scared to death... until one days, she isn't. She has a problem. She's in love with both Cade and Orion. This causes loneliness and confusion. Genève, is angry at the world. She would watch it burn, for just one more moment with Talon. She's being led by forces, no one understands. Her destiny is tugging and pulling her every-which-way. She feels as-if, she is living someone else's life. She wishes she were, anyway. Trixie, see's evil. She sees true goodness. She sees people for who they are, not who they pretend to be. Trixie see's a lot more than the average person, but she doesn't notice love triangles. She's falling hard for Cade. He seems to feel the same way. Too bad, to be together, they would be risking the destruction of all life, on all planets. Each of these woman is truly unique. They come from different dimensions and upbringings. Their magical abilities, vary greatly as do their weaknesses. The common denominator- a little thing called destiny. Theirs are completely intertwined. Oh, and then there's Zeek. They all know Zeek. He is part of their destiny, also. He is the one who sets things into motion. Geneve, bore Zeek's son and became an evil queen. Tragedy and pain, turned her into a monster. Alizeh, snuck a nap in Zeek's barn after running away from home. She flawlessly switched dimesions, completely unaware. Potionless dimensional-travel was thought to be impossible. Trixie, was rescued from demon minions, and an asylum, by Zeek. She didn't think anyone would ever believe her about her powers. Zeek, made her feel normal. Something was brewing, and shifting. Unnprepared and unaware, the pedelum started swinging. Destiny waits for no one.