Open City

As long as I can remember, I've been plagued by strange dreams. He comes to me when I sleep, calling out to me with such love. His face is so familiar yet strange to my eyes. Every dream was just that, a dream, until a family heirloom was handed down to me. With the book now open, the man I yearned to see in my sleep... is now real. Thrown back into the 1800's I find myself having to solve the mystery behind the screams that haunted me, and the loving touch from my dreams. How can I save the love that calls to me when my mind is torn between right and wrong? Or will the past make its way to my present world before I can stop it?

I become unemployed when I'm four months pregnant, and my husband asks that we become independent of each other in our marriage. We manage our own finances and pay for our own expenses. Even when I'm suffering from major blood loss during labor, he's unwilling to pay to save my life. My child and I both lose our lives. When I open my eyes, I find that I'm back to the day my husband asks that we become independent of each other. I readily agree. What he doesn't know is that I can morph into a seahorse and transfer the baby to his body so he can carry it to term.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

Dear Love, There was a time when I believed in you. A time when my life revolved around you. But I got burnt so deeply that I no longer recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror. Dear Love, You transformed me into this version of myself. Because of you, I lost the woman I used to be. Because of you, I trusted the wrong person. Because of you, my heart was left open and burnt. A scar so deep that only vengeance leaks from it. Dear Love, Now, I carry this heavy burden of hatred, burning my enemies and anyone who tries to come near me. Dear Love, Did you just find me again??

Rated 18+ | Explicit Holiday Erotica Collection 150 stories. 150 ways to burn. This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

Suzie Bei was a hard-working woman struggling to make ends meet. One day, her so-called father showed up and told her she was a member of the wealthy Thomson family. The Thomson family accepted her with open arms and treated her well- for two months. Before suddenly throwing a bomb at her that she had an arranged marriage to the Albrecht family's eldest son- who was said to be disabled and comatose. Being scammed into this family and this marriage, Suzie had no choice but to care for this comatose husband. She thought she would just take care of this comatose husband until the other party breathed his last, and thus she would be free. But who would have thought that her comatose husband would wake up?

🔥 Wild Dreams an Erotic Collection ⚠️ EXTREME CAUTION ⚠️ Adults 18+ Only This book contains raw, unfiltered sexual content that may trigger spontaneous arousal, sleepless nights, and an immediate need for privacy. Cold showers not included. Close the door. Lock it. Turn off the lights. Inside these pages, strangers turn into addicts, good girls beg to be ruined, and powerful men fall to their knees for just one taste. Every story is a fevered fantasy made flesh: silk sheets torn by desperate hands, whispered commands that explode into screams, bodies pushed past every limit until the only word left is “again.” You’ve been warned: once you open this book, you won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly spent.

After losing the love of her life, Kelanar is arrested for attempted murder and ends up having to serve her punishment at the guard tower. Elsewhere, Kelanar's lost love Hector becomes a vampire against his will. Now, he must learn to be a vampire and work for the very man who ruined his life. Time is running out for Lord Skorn, King of Ember City, as he searches for a cure to the blood curse laid upon him by his late brother with his dying breath. A war is coming and to win, he will need the loyalty of his strongest vampires to build an unstoppable army. Join the citizens of Ember City as they navigate through unexpected trials, fighting their inner demons and falling for the enemy. The Kingdom of Ember is about to change and it's anyone's guess who will emerge the victor.

When I was waiting for Theodore at City Hall from dawn to dusk, he was accompanying his first love on a hike. I called him dozens of times, but he rejected my calls instantly each time. He finally picked up on the twentieth call. "Why are you blowing up my phone when you simply didn't see me for a day? Why are you acting so desperate? Sammy's feeling unwell because of her heart and I still need to take care of her at the hospital. We'll talk later about registering our marriage." Ten years of love. This was the 100th time Theodore had left me alone in front of City Hall for his first love. I hung up and calmly tossed the wedding ring away. This marriage? I was done with it.

Layla Reyes wasn’t looking to be noticed. New to Maple Hill High, she only wanted to keep her head down, finish senior year, and forget the mess she left behind in Chicago. But then she meets Jayden Carter—a quiet artist with soulful eyes and a sketchpad full of secrets. What starts as a simple school project soon becomes something deeper, richer, and more complicated than either of them expected. Just as they begin to open up, Layla’s past crashes into her present, threatening to undo everything she and Jayden were building. Can two people still healing learn to trust each other with more than just paint and poetry? Or will they stay stuck in the space between what almost was… and what could be?