Looked Looked

Note: This isn't incest. *** "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

“Don’t do something you regret later, baby doll.” His breath was fanning against my neck. As if some electricity has run down to my spine, I shuddered at his imagining touch. “I have regretted way too much of my stupidity. Now I want to think wisely.” Controlling my running heartbeat, I spoke without cracking a voice. “Fair enough. I will wait for your wise and right decision, sugar.” Saying, he detached his body and looked into my eyes. This time, his eyes were cold. The eyes used to be held warmth for me now have something I can’t pin-point. ‘Why am I getting the feeling something is off?’

The 14-year-old girl has undergone rebirth. The previous owner of the body has died in her sleep. However, the best-selling author, Dawn Salcedo, has taken over after she had died from liver cirrhosis. The naive and ignorant girl who has put her energy into getting closer to her crushes has been replaced. Now, the wise, eloquent, and talented girl could finally make her real debut in High School, saving her friendships, making wiser decisions, proving those who looked down on her to be wrong, using her experiences to overcome obstacles and achieve greater success, and finding her love while still pining for the man she took her vows with.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

"You're a fucking monster,” I spat, looking him dead in the eye with my tear filled ones. “You’re right chica bella, but this fucking monster is your husband,” he yelled, slamming his bloodied hand on the mirror. “And that’s the only thing keeping you alive till this point.” He threw the knife into the sink, the splashes of blood staining the white ceramic. I held back a gag when I saw what looked like a piece of torn flesh on the tip of the blade. In a world where every deal has a price, Nazlynn's life is auctioned off to the most dangerous bidder. Bound by an unwanted marriage to mafia boss Luca. Can she navigate this treacherous path and reclaim her freedom?

She's is the daughter of the Alpha who went rogue ten years ago after the accidental death of her sister, shunned by her family who pack blamed at her, her family looked at her in disgust. On her 18th birthday, she discovered that her fated mate is the Alpha of the most powerful pack who was feared by all, Alaric, but fate threw a twist her way, as her fated mate does not want her but also refuses to reject her, instead, he brings a strange woman home and declares her to be his true love instead, shattering her totally. With a prophecy lurking above her and dark fumes wanting to destroy her, Astra must not only fight for her love but also for her survival.

Cecil was not happy that none of her three billionaire daughters: Macrina, Kay and Brie are not married. Her daughters are well educated and accomplished in life than the daughters of others but still has no spouse. Cecil valued marriage a lot which made her see no proper value in her children despite their potentials. Her wishes looked to be granted when she met her friend who is also a billionaire with two sons who just came in town to open her first son's house. Cecil had to use this opportunity to find a way her first daughter can marry the son of her friend. Grant the young billionaire had a brother and play boy cousin who also met the other sisters. The whole love chemistry now began between them.

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

There I was, totally perplexed by the color of his eyes and his intense and expressionless gaze, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and for some strange reason I looked away, which surprised me even more, he turned his face in another direction and went on his way... Who was this man whose presence overwhelmed me, whose eyes mesmerized me? I could only be a kind of God on earth because it was impossible for a simple mortal to be so perfect, so beautiful, so incredible... What I didn't know is that this being would quickly become the center of all my problems and all my pleasures. "Because when seduction not only overrides your sanity but your whole being, you know you're lost"

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."