Patricia Cheeks Novels & Stories

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

"Sir, do I need to take off my pants just to go through the bone-setting therapy?" With flushed cheeks, I lie on the massaging bed. Henry Irwin, a therapist with an eight-pack, is tugging down my yoga pants as we speak. "If you want to have the best effects, you can't wear pants at all." Henry grips the hem of my pants before tugging them downward slightly. I quickly grab his hand. "I don't think that's a good idea!" The truth is, I'm already flooding down there. I'm worried that he might see how wet I am when he takes off my pants.

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"

"We are not related by blood, there is nothing wrong in what we are doing." He assured her. "What if Dad and Mom find out?" She asked. "That's why we have to keep it a secret," he said, caressing her cheeks as their lips locked. Camilla falls in love with her stepbrother, Andrew who is one year older than her. He is twenty-one years old while she is twenty. Everything about him drives her crazy. Things seem to be perfect as their little secret is kept hidden not until Derek, Andrew's best friend, gets their shady acts on tape and threatens her with it. Is it advisable to screw two best friends? Will Andrew believe she was only doing him a favor?

"Nicky, do you have any porn? I'm feeling so lonely tonight." Late at night, my aunt pushed open the door to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie. Her figure was full, soft, and seductive. I'd been jerking off into her stockings and scrambled to yank the blanket over myself. "Aunt Maggie, couldn't you at least knock before coming in?" Her cheeks flushed red. "I'm so hot and bothered I can't stand it. That useless uncle of yours can't satisfy me at all. Just find me a few steamy videos so I can take care of myself." I felt my own stiff length and smirked. "How about I take care of it for you?"

On the eve of our wedding, Olivia Smith tells me that she wants to attend a bachelorette party. Not wanting to disappoint her, I agree to let her go. I even tell her to not drink that much at the party. She leaves a kiss on my cheek bashfully and tells me that she will make me the happiest man tomorrow. But on the next day, I can't reach OIivia via phone at all. Instead, I notice a post her childhood friend, Aiden Jones, has uploaded to his Instagram feed. "Tomorrow, you'll become another man's wife. Please let me claim you one last time." There's a close-up photo of two people smushing their cheeks together. After putting down my phone quietly, I inform everyone that the wedding has been canceled.

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

[Guaranteed good R-18 content | Gore | NO RAPE] "Remove your panties and spread your legs!" Alpha Cyrus Rhaziel commanded her, while settling in the sofa opposite to the bed. His awaiting gaze was fixated over the terrified blonde girl. "Your...your highness?" Danielle, the bought sex slave, couldn't refuse her master. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she exposed her womanhood in front of him to stare. "Play with yourself!" She was stunned over the demand and shakily slipped her hand between thighs. The alpha never touched or pleased her, daily humiliation was her fate now. Her sin? Being Cyrus Rhaziel's mate. How dare a filthy brothel dancer could be the counter of his curse? -*-*-*-*-*- - Completed. - Rushed ending | Abrupt pace. - Last chapter is 70th.

"I will forever be your nightmare and you can't run from me, you are my whore!", David whispered into her ears as tears rolled down her cheeks Elena Brooks was tortured, abused, and betrayed by her husband, David Paul, the very man she loved with all her heart. And after she was cast out to die and rot in shame, she crossed paths with a daredevil who was no other person than her husband's top enemy and uncle, Mark Russell. A ruthless man whose wealth commanded respect and fear in the entire city. Will she offer her loyalty to the feared billionaire in exchange for an opportunity to get revenge on her ex-husband and make him suffer?. Or run back to David and beg with tears, to redeem herself and their broken relationship?. Read to find out the intriguing, sad, and heartbreaking paths of this journey.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.