Pharaoh My Temple Needs You Novels & Stories

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

She was only supposed to be the help… but she might just be his salvation. Billionaire Asher Brown is a man haunted by loss. Ever since his wife’s tragic death, his world has revolved around two things—his daughter, Chloe, and his business empire. Love is the last thing on his mind… until Dahlia Reigns walks through his door. Hired as Chloe’s live-in maid, Dahlia never expected to become more than just an employee. But as she brings warmth and laughter back into the Brown household, she finds herself drawn to the brooding man behind the suit. And Asher? He can’t seem to stay away from her. But not everyone wants to see them happy. Catherine, his late wife’s sister, has her own plans—and she’s willing to destroy Dahlia to keep Asher under her control. As secrets unravel and lines blur, Asher and Dahlia must decide: Will they risk it all for love, or will the past win once again? SPECIAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Dearest incoming readers, this may sound unkind but it needs to be said. Please, if you're expecting a fast-paced, smutty romance book, then this one might not be the one for you. This book is a slow-paced, fluffy romance that focuses on building trust and a lovable communication with mature and understanding characters. Which means no toxicity from the ML and FL of any such. While there will be smut, more of it to come, please do not expect it within the first few chapters. If you're looking for something different and unique, I suggest you give this one a try, and if it's not your style, please skip. Bad and unnecessary comments will not be condoled. Thank you.

Princess Thea who is the pride of her kingdom and the daughter of the Alpha of the silver Claws pack gets arranged to Marry the Known to be Cold-hearted Alpha Ethan of The dark night pack. Forced to leave her lover who is also her childhood friend, Thea swore to make the Marriage alliance to be Alpha Ethan's worst decision. little did she know that he is also in love with someone else and is forced to accept her since she is his mate. Alpha Ethan never thought he would have a mate, since he was Rumoured to be cursed since birth and is unmated for many years. Thea tries to run away with her lover which led to a turn of events and her defiant actions caught the attention of Alpha Ethan who had never shown interest to this obstinate woman.

Love isn't everything to Zoe. Love only shackles human beings' freedom from one another. She just wanted to have fun with the guys she'd been dating for a long time. She does not want to be bound. Because love only serves to remind her of major events that have ruined her life. Then, one day, in the name of fate, Zoe is confronted with a reckless young man who openly pursues her and doesn't know how to stop. She met him while spending the rest of her summer vacation in Scotland. When Zoe realizes she's falling in love with him, the universe reveals the truth: he's the link between her and the past she despises. What is Zoe going to do? Hold on to her ideals and flee once more, or stand tall and face everything that remains unresolved? Find me on Instagram @Dianro55

Clarissa black is killed by her husband and mistress after handing over all her shares to him. Her last wish, “if I could go back, I’ll destroy both of them” And then she wakes up Back in her old bedroom Back two years before she made the biggest mistake of her life Back to take revenge Back bolder, colder, no longer gullible Carefully she plans her revenge , taking everything she had ever worked for, the house the company, all the shares. Reconnecting with her family, secretly resuming her father’s company. And Blake? He doesn’t suspect a thing He thinks he still owe her He thinks she still fears him He still thinks she can’t live without him Until he starts loosing control with the company Until the board stops listening to him But revenge becomes harder when Micheal, her old classmate and business competitor steps into her life He sees through her, everything she’s trying to hide, and he tries to protect her even though she no longer trusts anyone He helps her achieve her goals, making sure everything goes smoothly In this life Clarissa won’t be the victim, she won’t be the one who dies at the end. In this life she makes everyone who hurts her pay.

Camila Damien has spent years avoiding Eric Sylvester—the ruthless CEO whose cold reputation precedes him. But when a career-making promotion forces them together on a billion-dollar pharmaceutical project, avoidance becomes impossible. Eric can't shake the feeling that he's seen her before. The mysterious woman in his wallpaper. The missing pieces of a night he can't remember. And now, the brilliant scientist who challenges him at every turn. But Camila is hiding something darker than career ambitions. Three weeks of her life is gone. Stolen by a drugging incident she can't remember and a saboteur she can't identify. As corporate espionage, toxic family ties, and a dangerous conspiracy close in around them, Camila and Eric must decide: trust each other with their carefully guarded hearts, or lose everything, including their lives. In the high-stakes world of pharmaceutical giants, where betrayal comes from those closest to you and the truth is buried in forgotten memories, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.

When I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"

Can a single father of many children really be a desirable catch for single women? The answer is yes—if we’re talking about Yartsev! So what if his wife left him with the kids? Even with three mischievous troublemakers, he’s still a wanted and devilishly tempting man. It may seem that a small lie won’t cause any harm, but with each passing day it grows like a snowball, and suddenly you can’t see a way out anymore. What do half-truths and foolish arguments lead to? Will you lose yourself—or find something truly important? The text contains explicit language and hot content🔞, so protect your eyes 🤭

We finally separate, we are just fooling around thinking we had parted, yet our hearts dwells where we cowardly believed we had left.

Jewel Anderson is secretly in love with her best friend boyfriend. She endured the pain and dismay in her heart knowing how much Cherrie Miller; her best friend loves the man. On the night of their graduation Ball she discovered that Cherrie is cheating. She saw her kissing Frank Mason in his car, dumbfounded she watches as the car speed away from the school ground. She looked everywhere for Larry Williams, She thought in her heart that she might have a chance. Luckily after finding him, one of their common friends invited her to tag along for the after party, Larry's face is sullen, he’s so quiet and as cold as ice. In the bar she seat next to him and when their eyes met she give him a nod and smile sweetly. Although his Cherrie's boyfriend they are not really close. He seems to recognize her, they chatted and share a toast. Both of them get wasted, decided to leave the bar together and shared the long cold night. In the morning Cherrie showed up in Larry's condo, seeing both of them under the quilt. They were caught. Her best friend cried, looking at her with disgust and anger, accusing her of betrayal. She left after ending her relationship with Larry. Deep inside she knows, Cherrie betrayed the man first but she could not say it and as her best friend does she really need to humiliate her like that. Even the man she love who initiated the did, blame her for everything.