Okami Brush Techniques Novels & Stories

My mom, Susan, had a habit of sending me to get her shopping. However, she would always leave out a zero when paying me back what was owed, blaming on her poor eyesight. I never minded. In fact, I would just cover the cost without another word. Then, Summer, my sister, had to throw shade. “Mom sends you money whenever she wants something. You never show us the actual costs, though. I bet you’re making a nice little profit off Mom behind our backs.” Susan smiled and didn’t even bother to defend me, as if confirming Summer’s accusations. My heart sank. Over the years, I had bought her things from major appliances to the smallest groceries, and each time, the payment she sent was short. Susan would just brush the whole thing off by saying, “Oh, my eyes aren’t what they used to be. My bad.” I had poured hundreds of thousands into her expenses, only to end up with a reputation as a thief who cheated her own family. When Susan sent me money for the New Year’s Eve catering, I simply booked food that fit the budget she paid for.

In a kingdom where loving him is treason…he kissed me like it was war.. “Why the hell do you care?!”. Iver’s voice trembled, more ache than anger. The Alpha king was the last man he expected to worry about him, especially as an exiled head warrior. Faiz’s control slipped, as he took a tentative step towards him. “What am I to you? Huh?!”. Iver’s voice rose up a notch. “You…you are…”. Faiz faltered, then snapped. “Fuck it!”. In a heartbeat, he was pinned to the wall, Faiz gripping his face with both hands, like a treasure he would kill to keep. Faiz crashed his lips to his. The kiss was desperate, addictive and utterly forbidden. Nothing existed except the heat between them, as time fractured. An exiled warrior. A ruthless Alpha king. A forbidden bond one can neither escape. Faiz rules with an iron hand, and a heart frozen by duty. But the moment Iver’s defiant eyes meet his, control shatters. Every brush of skin feels like surrender… Political unrest mounts within shadows as enemies circle closer. Yet the greatest danger was behind closed doors- when the Alpha king stops fighting his desires, and Iver stops pretending the bond doesn’t matter… But in Drathmoor loyalty is a weapon and love between two men is forbidden…

"Do I make you nervous, baby?" he whispered, close to her ear and her grip tightened on his shoulder."Tell me, baby... how do you feel? Do you remember the kiss we had...?""I trace my fingers across your thighs, grab the back of your neck and tightly and kiss you, you grab my face and lightly brush your lips across mine. Twirl your fingers through my hair and kiss me softly, kiss my lips, my jawline, my neck. Then bit my lip, I turn my face and pull you closer nibble on your ear and breathe hot air against your neck. Slide my hand up your stomach into your chest. I send shivers down your spine. You don't even know what you do to me." Hearing this increased her breathing. What is this man doing to her? She never felt this before not with any other man... why him? what is special in him?Before him, her life was so perfect... she had everything she ever wanted... money, fame and power. What more could a person need to survive in this world? Money right? She has it but he made her feel like.... out of this world.

“Part your legs and show me what I own, wife,” Ethan commanded, the phone still connected to his ears. The way he said ‘wife’ sent a sensual thrill chasing down my spine. He said it like it was a personal fantasy of his—the filthiest pleasure he could imagine. And I knew Asher was on the line, listening to this. Listening to US. I obeyed, parting my legs just enough for the cool air to brush against my skin. I felt the power roll off Ethan, the waves of desire as if controlling me, and Asher aroused a different side of his dominance. With my heightened wolf senses, I picked up the faintest grunt and growl from the phone, and my body responded, my core throbbing with need. The misery of wanting a fated mate and chosen mate, both at once, of wanting something so badly even though I knew it was wrong and debauched and compelling. —— When Sage Laurent was sold into the marriage with Alpha Ethan Blackwood, little did she know that she’d found her fated mate. But it was not Ethan Blackwood. It was Asher Knight, Alpha Ethan’s Beta, and soon Sage realised that the Moon Goddess had put her in a very precarious position. What happens when she is drawn to both of them? Sage never imagined that the most perilous thing she would face wasn’t the dangers of the pack—but the risk of falling for them both.

"I've got just one body count," Elara breathed, lips trembling. "Do you wish to make it two?" Alpha Kael's mouth hovered inches from hers. "Take off those glasses," he whispered hotly, "and loosen that hair... so I can have a reason to ruin you." He must keep her for one hundred nights. On the final night, he is destined to kill her, or remain a monster forever. *** The Alpha King carries an ancient curse. His only hope of redemption is to find his fated mate, bind her to him, and survive one hundred nights without losing control. But the curse was never that simple. If she survives the last night, his humanity can only be restored through her death. To locate her without revealing his true nature, he walks among humans as a powerful and ruthless billionaire, concealing the beast behind a polished exterior. He expects a long, difficult search, he never expected her to be standing right in front of him. ***. She is the talented fashion stylist assigned to take his measurements. Just another client, and just another job. Or so she believes. But with every fitting, every charged glance, and every brush of her fingers against his skin, the rules grow harder for him to remember...and the danger becomes impossible for her to ignore. Because some curses are not broken by survival, They are broken by love.

"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.

​He was the man who was strictly off-limits.​ Now, he’s the only man she wants. When Lella ended her high-profile relationship with the most eligible bachelor in the city, she believed she knew what she was doing. Freedom was what she desired, not a place in a bedroom where each kiss felt like a contract and every look was a controlled power. However, she failed to take into consideration the man who actually controlled the family. Her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Viktor Volkonsky. ​He's one of the heirs of the Volkon Empire. He's cold, devilishly handsome, and has spent months watching her with a hunger he never bothered to hide. ​Forced into a high-stakes game of obsession and control, Lella realizes that Viktor doesn't just want her back in the family, he wants to own the very air she breathes. He wants her in his bed, under his thumb, and stripped of every defense she’s ever built. ​ Every stolen glance is a provocation. Every brush of his hand is a reminder that she is playing with a fire that could incinerate her entire world. Viktor is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants is the one woman who could destroy his legacy. Lella is aware that falling in love with him is a complete surrender, not just a scandal. Some secrets are worth the scandal and some sins are too delicious to regret. ​In this family, loyalty is everything but betrayal has never tasted so sweet.

Ten years ago, Elara’s only refuge from Kaelan Vanderbilt’s cruel torment was her sketchbook. Now, she wears his brother’s engagement ring, poised to claim the loving family and safe life she’s always craved. Her past is a locked box, and gentle Liam Vanderbilt is the key to her future. But for Kaelan, the past is a weapon. The moment his brother introduces his fiancée, the quiet, artistic girl he once broke becomes an all-consuming obsession. He sees the fear in her eyes and replaces it with a dangerous, simmering desire. He will sabotage his brother, risk the family empire, and tear her perfect world apart to make her his. Elara is trapped between the man who represents everything she needs and the man who embodies the darkness she’s always feared… and secretly craves. As Kaelan’s campaign of seduction and psychological warfare escalates, he forces her to confront a terrifying truth: was she ever truly hiding from him, or was she waiting for him to find her again? The gala is the pinnacle of her new life, a celebration of her future with Liam. But as Kaelan’s hand settles on the small of her back, his lips brush her ear, and he whispers the same taunt that haunted her high school halls, the line between hatred and obsession shatters. “Run along, little mouse,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “I’ve always loved the chase.”

Ariana went to celebrate _him_. What she got instead was betrayal — and not from just anyone. Her boyfriend chose her best friend. Hurt and furious, she did the one thing she’d never done before: she spent the night with a stranger to forget. He was dangerous, possessive, and infuriatingly unforgettable. One night was supposed to be enough to forget. It wasn’t.The next day, her mother told her they were moving in with her new husband. No choice. No time to think. Ariana told herself it couldn’t get worse. It did. The stranger from that night was standing in her new kitchen the next morning. Tall. Cold. He was her new stepbrother. Kian Mercer tried to stay away. He told himself it was a mistake, that he’d keep his distance, that she was off limits now. He didn't last long. Every glance, every accidental brush, every sharp word between them only made it worse. He hates that he wants her. She hates that she wants him back. But hate and want are dangerous things when you live under the same roof. And Kian’s not good at playing fair when it comes to what’s his.Betrayal broke her. He was supposed to be the mistake she forgot. Now he’s the obsession she can’t escape._Off Limits: My One-Night Stepbrother_ is a dark, possessive stepbrother romance with forced proximity, jealousy, secrets, and a love that refuses to let go.

For Adults+🔞🔞🔞 Only..Gracie never wanted to come back home—but the summer traps her in the house with the one man she both fears and craves: her stepfather. Cold, ruthless, and dripping with quiet disdain, he’s made it clear for years that she is nothing but a burden. Yet his every glare ignites something forbidden in her, a hunger she’s never dared confess. Now, every moment alone with him feels like a test of control. The brush of his hand, the gravel in his voice, the way his eyes linger too long—Emma can’t tell if he wants to destroy her… or devour her. The secret she carries inside burns hotter each day, pulling her closer to the edge of obsession. This summer, masks will shatter. His cruelty hides something darker, and her longing hides something even more dangerous. Between hate and desire lies a line they are both desperate to cross—where punishment tastes like pleasure, and love is twisted with sin. A raw, heart-pounding tale of forbidden lust, dangerous secrets, and the irresistible pull of the man she was never meant to want. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation.