Right Here Lyrics Novels & Stories

Have you ever had the same dream so often that it starts to blur into reality? The same man. The same scent. The same fire, except every night, it’s a different position, a different fantasy… and by morning, it all slips away. That has been my life for weeks, until everything changed. Just when I thought I could finally get over the stranger in my dreams, I convinced myself that my new boss might be the distraction I needed. A way out of my sex-starved world of fantasies. Then he walked in. Hotter than my imagination ever allowed. Sharper. Darker. Dangerous. And with one look, I knew. It was him. The man who owned my nights. But who was he? And why was he suddenly here in my reality? “I own this place,” he growled, his deep voice making my knees weak as his grip tightened around my wrist. “I own this motherfucker you call a boss… and I own you too.” His black eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. “So you better start walking before I take you right here and now.” He meant every word. He dragged me out with him, and everything I thought I knew cracked open. Was this the beginning of my love story with the man they called the Mafia Boss? Were my dreams finally becoming real? But with constant gunshots, threats, and attempted abductions… I’m starting to realize this might not be the fairytale I imagined. And my life may never go back to normal. Not ever again. But I don’t seem to mind anymore.

He got one text and was dragged to the room by the man Finn swore he’d never kneel to again. Magnus. The suite’s dark when Finn steps inside. Magnus likes it that way. Darkness makes people honest, knocks down walls, gives him time to do as he pleases. The only thing Finn can really see is the mark on his collarbone. Magnus left that mark. It was supposed to be nothing, just a night, but here they aren, nothing never happened. Now Magnus stands close. Too close. Finn can feel the heat of him, the steadiness of his hand, thumb angled under his chin, nudging his face up. Slow, deliberate. Merciless. Like he’s got all night, and he’s going to use every minute. There’s a choice here, but it’s not much of one. Take off your clothes. Give in. Get what you need or walk away and let someone else pay for it. Magnus presses a piece of paper against Finn’s skin, dragging it down, fingertip tracing the edge to his waist. Finn’s breath stutters. It was never really about the drug. It’s Magnus watching him, already sure how the night ends, almost like he’s been counting the days for Finn to walk right back through a door like this. Finn undoes the first button then the next.Magnus just watches, lazy smile bending his mouth, and the room feels tight, hot, full of something dangerous and old that never left. Some hungers just sleep. They don’t die. So, is Finn going to surrender tonight? Or by morning, will he even want to leave?

On New Year's Eve, my older brother, Casper Shaw, attempted to expose me as a fraud and announced that Jenny Ford was the real heiress to the family. He pulled out a paternity test result and threw it in my face. "Open your eyes and take a look! Jenny is the Shaw family's real daughter. You're just a fake who has taken Jenny's place for so many years, yet you still have the nerve to sit here and eat New Year's Eve dinner with us!" Then, he pushed Jenny in front of us, revealing a face that looked exactly like my mom, Theresa. Everyone froze. I lunged for the report, but suddenly, a stream of floating comments rolled past above Jenny's head. [Is the female lead finally going back to her rich family and starting a sweet romance with her fake older brother?] [Not yet. Right now, they still think they're siblings. They only get together later, once the misunderstandings are cleared up.] [Am I the only one who feels bad for the female supporting character? She's the biggest victim in the whole book. She takes all the female lead's hatred that should have gone to her fake brother, and she gets treated as the fake heiress and sent to the Ford family to suffer on top of that.] I looked at Jenny's face and compared it to my own—we almost looked like twins. I checked our ID cards again, confirming that our dates of birth were exactly the same. "Seriously? Ever think that you might be the real impostor here who was switched at birth?"

Giselle Shaw, the intern, has sent a five-dollar bonus to the company's group chat that has 500 members in it. I get crowned as the luckiest person for being able to claim 20 cents from the bonus. So, Giselle tags me in the group chat immediately. "Hey Rebecca! Since you're the luckiest person in the group chat, why don't you send a bonus here? There are 500 people in this group chat altogether, so you can just send 5,000 dollars here. "5,000 dollars isn't much for you, right? It so happens to be the bonus you've received from Mr. Gallagher because of the project you've secured. You can send us the bonus so that we can get some good luck from you!" The moment I refuse, Giselle begins playing the pity card in the group chat by claiming that she can't reap good luck for everyone in the company. My boyfriend, Vincent Gallagher, rushes into my office and starts berating me angrily. "Rebecca Campbell, just how stingy are you to not want to send a five-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat despite being a higher-up in this company? You even made a young woman cry! Is this how you do things? "You'd better send a 50-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat right now and write a five-thousand-word apology letter by hand! I want you to sincerely apologize to Giselle as well! Otherwise, I'll break up with you! You can forget about retaining your position in this company, too!"

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

Evelyn Sinclair was the epitome of grace and sophistication, groomed to inherit her family’s prestigious legacy. But one fateful night, she was drugged and set up, leading to a scandal that shattered her world. With her fiancé canceling their engagement and her father stripping her of her heiress title, Evelyn found herself cast out of her family and forced to raise her twins abroad, far from the life she once knew. Years later, she returns to New Santerra, determined to provide a stable life for her children. However, fate has other plans when she discovers that the stoic CEO of the company she just joined is none other than Adam Dean—the man she had a one-night stand with, the one who unknowingly holds the key to her tumultuous past. “Sir, please watch your manners!” she challenges, her eyes blazing with defiance. Adam’s expression remains impassive, but his voice is low and intense. “This is my office. Who’s going to stop me if I want you here, right now?”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You keep calling me a whore but when will you start treating me like one and fuck me." He was resisting. I knew it. I didn't know why but I hated him for doing so.

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but they all have one thing in common: Everyone has a secret. The only question is… whose will be exposed first? Reader Discretion: This collection is intended for readers 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, strong language, mature themes, morally complex relationships, power imbalances, and emotionally intense situations. Some secrets are buried.
These ones are waiting to be read.

Okay, so this one's for everyone whose imagination has a mind of its own. You know exactly who you are. For the readers who love stories that linger long after the last page. The ones who chase tension, chemistry, forbidden attraction, and characters who blur the line between right and wrong. And for those who insist they're "just here for the plot"... I'll let you keep telling yourself that. Consider this your judgment-free corner—a collection of stories filled with temptation, longing, obsession, and unforgettable connections. Some stories will make you smile. Some will leave your heart racing. Others may have you questioning every decision your favorite characters make. Whatever you're looking for, there's a story waiting for you. Enjoy... and don't say I didn't warn you. ✦ Content Advisory This collection explores mature themes and may include coercive situations, violence, emotional manipulation, degradation, multiple-partner dynamics, and other dark relationship elements. Reader discretion is advised.

"You are just a stranger here. A nobody! Stop acting like you belong here! " "I know this isn't my place. All I want is an answer to my question. I want to know why I'm here." ****** Bullied by her pack for being wolfless, Elara struggles to fit right in with all. Her stepfather drugs and sells her off to a Beta from a faraway city, as a breeder, bringing her face to face with Alpha Rayel, who discovers Elara is his mate, despite having a Luna. Due to his love for his Luna, he rages at poor Elara but gives in on the night of their mating. Elara thinks all will change between them but her hopes are crushed by Rayel's intense torment, causing nothing but pain to her heart. And to make matters worse, Elara discovers she's pregnant, after an encounter with a Lycan in her dream. Her fear of Rayel killing her if he learns of it drove Elara to the point of escaping and faking her own death. Will Rayel believe she's indeed gone forever? How far can Elara run?