Nancy X Robin

She’s a deadly assassin with no mercy. He’s a ruthless Alpha with no time for weakness. But when fate mates them… all hell breaks loose. Samantha Stone is a Were-Vamp hybrid, the most chaotic of Alpha Zoe’s infamous sextuplets, and a cold-blooded assassin with a perfect kill record. Stealth, power, and zero emotional attachments—until a prank gone wrong lands her deep inside enemy territory. Her mission? Infiltrate the Blue Moon Pack. Keep eyes on Alpha Kyler Arrow. Don’t get caught. Too bad she does. Worse? He’s her fated mate. Kyler—genius Alpha, lethal assassin, and a control freak with a temper—should kill her on sight. Instead, he’s drawn to her fire. But just as sparks fly and secrets start to unravel, fate throws its cruellest twist yet… Samantha loses her memory. Now Kyler must protect the girl who tried to sabotage him—the girl who doesn’t remember who she is, what she’s done, or who she is to him. With enemies closing in and her forgotten past threatening to destroy everything, can Kyler convince her to trust him before it's too late? Action-packed, hilariously wild, emotionally intense, and scorching romantic—Bonded To The Dangerous Alpha will leave you laughing, crying, and gasping for more.

***Warning: Mature Audience Only*** "Mmm, so responsive," he purred, moving his hand to the front of my panties. He swiped a finger over the damp fabric, finding just how wet I was. "Fuck, you're dripping. I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised darkly, voice heavy with desire. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of my thong, stroking through my slick folds. "So fucking good." I moaned wantonly, back arching as he touched me so intimately. It felt incredible, his strong fingers teasing my most sensitive places. He circled my clit and I nearly cried out, the pleasure almost too intense. "Oh god, please," I begged shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, bunny. We're just getting started." Some desires can’t be tamed. Some fantasies demand to be felt. Dive into Midnight Desires: A Collection of Erotic Tales, where passion burns hot, and pleasure knows no rules. From stolen glances that turn into forbidden office affairs, to strangers whose touches feel dangerously familiar, each story is a journey into raw, unfiltered want. Whether it’s a dominant billionaire, a mysterious stranger, or a slow burn between enemies turned lovers, these short stories are made to be devoured—and leave you breathless. Indulge your cravings. You deserve it.

Mature Audience Only "Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road." I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me." He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream." I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours." "Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Wet Desires is a seductive book of short stories that will leave you breathless, flushed, and craving more. Within these pages, fantasies come alive—each tale exploring the raw, unfiltered heat of passion in its most intimate forms. Sensual, daring, and unapologetically erotic, this collection is your invitation to indulge without restraint… because some desires are meant to be satisfied. This work is a collection of adult fiction intended for mature audiences 18 years and older only. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and depictions of dark, taboo, and morally questionable themes, including elements of dominance, submission, power exchange, and non-traditional relationships.

When my mother-in-law has a heart attack, my husband, who's a heart surgeon, is busy preparing food for his first love's cat. I call him and urge him to return to save my mother-in-law. He says icily, "What is wrong with you, Esther? How dare you curse my mother just to make me head home!" After that, he hangs up. My mother-in-law dies in surgery, yet he's busy watching a concert with his first love. When he returns the following day to see me holding an urn, he's so angry that he throws the bag he's holding at me. "Look at how Lexie was considerate enough to buy clothes for my mother. All you know how to do is get Mom to pull these dumb acts with you!" I sneer. His mother is already dead—what use are those clothes?

"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate." Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass. The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her. "Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days." Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her. "Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?" "Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships her. What could possibly make her leave so decisively?" "Exactly. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the century. Even someone like me, who barely goes online, heard about it. And three years ago, after her car accident, the blood bank ran out of stock. Mr. Waldorf ignored everyone's objections and nearly drained himself to save her. Then, just last year, when she disappeared for an hour, he mobilized every media outlet worldwide to find her. Now she's leaving without a word—won't that drive him insane?" The murmurs swirled and lingered, but Christina only smiled faintly. Her expression was calm, but her eyes darkened with a bitterness that deepened with every step. Yes, she thought. Everyone knew just how much Lucien Waldorf loved her.

My husband, Steven Garrett, was always "busy" overseas. So I thought I'd surprise him with a visit. Instead, I found him shacked up with my best friend, Peggy Shane. That day, my heart snapped—I filed for divorce and let my family set me up with someone new. Two years later, I bumped into Steven outside the hospital. He ripped the prenatal report from my hands. "How dare you cheat on me! You think you can play me?"

Twenty-two year old Lorena, who had been living in secret at her parents' house with no contact with the outside world, suddenly finds herself in the arms of Andrew Sanchez, the ruthless son of Jacob Sanchez, a loan shark and king of the underworld, as collateral for her father's loan. As she breaks out of her life long bondage, she begins to discover secrets about who she really was, who her parents actually were, and a twin sister she never knew existed. And more than that, she realizes that fate had brought her to the man she saved years ago when she snuck out to explore the world. But, the world isn't as rosy as she pictured and soon, she realizes that her life was in danger amongst her new family. She teams up with her cop twin to uncover secrets surrounding her stepmother and stepbrother who would do anything to inherit the family wealth.

After four years of marriage, I decide to get a divorce. Why? Because my wife doesn't love me. She loves her childhood sweetheart. I disappear after leaving behind a divorce agreement—I give her my blessings in her search for true love. But after I'm gone, she searches the world for me like she's lost her mind.

After getting laid off, I found a new job. I married a woman who was in a coma and became the live-in son-in-law of a wealthy family. In return, my mother-in-law gave me a million dollars a month. However, one day, my comatose wife opened her eyes, and I could hear her thoughts. She thought, ‘Where did Mom find this ugly, dumb guy?’

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.