Serpent Breathing Sword

On my birthday, my mother-in-law had barely been wheeled out of surgery when she was rushed straight into the ER again. Then, a newly posted video from an intern went viral. In it, the intern held a scalpel and sliced open my mother-in-law's abdomen, while the surgeon who was supposed to be leading the operation, my husband, was nowhere in sight. 'People say an intern has no business being in the operating room? That's all right. My man, the department head, indulges me.' My husband's coworkers reacted warmly, saying the two of them made quite a pair. I forwarded the video to the hospital director without hesitation. … Before long, my husband called. His breathing came hard and uneven, his voice breaking between words. "I forgot your birthday. Big deal. Did you really have to run to the director and accuse me of breaking hospital rules? I'm done with you and your ridiculous tantrums. Even if my mom takes your side this time, I'm still divorcing you." He hung up before I could say a word. What he didn't know was that his mother would never take my side again. Because the patient who hemorrhaged and died after being operated on by that intern was his mother.

His steely gaze bore into mine, an abyss of emotionless darkness. "Marc-" "SHUT UP!" I flinched, a shudder coursing through me. He came on closer, his fingers tightening around my neck, a cruel parody of a caress. I met his frightening stare, I stared at him breathing heavily. "Just be still." I lowered my face, eyelids fluttering shut, as if seeking solace in the darkness. "I own you." His declaration resounding heavy in the air, an unbreakable chain binding me to this desire’s. In that moment, I knew - there was no escaping the clutches of this man who held me captive, body and soul. **************** In the heart of a city shrouded in shadows and secrets, Elena Santiago's life takes a dangerous plunge. Her father's debts drag them to the doorstep of Don Marco De Luca, an astute and enigmatic mafia overlord, thrusting Elena into a world of scary gambles and lethal allure. Boundaries blur between allegiance and survival as Elena must survive through a web of deception, where every move becomes a battle cry. With her family's future teetering on a razor's edge, she finds herself torn between defying the merciless Don and submitting to a life of total servitude. ******** Will she succumb to his desires… or hers?!

Sofía Adams had everything under control: a brilliant career as a doctor, a marriage that seemed solid, and a future that promised stability. However, her life collapses when she discovers that her husband, the powerful CEO Matt Stone, is cheating on her with his secretary, Anaís, and planning to build his legacy without her. What Matt never expected was that Sofía would not be a weak woman willing to disappear in silence. After a public divorce, a carefully executed media manipulation, and a pregnancy turned into a weapon of war, Sofía enters a dangerous game where revenge, power, and strategy intertwine. With the help of Leandro Ricci, an enigmatic businessman connected to the Italian mafia, Sofía begins to dismantle Matt’s life piece by piece: his company, his reputation, and his future. While Matt and Anaís struggle to survive by forming alliances with dangerous forces in Asia, Sofía learns the rules of true power: to anticipate, manipulate, and strike where it hurts the most. Guided by Matteo Ricci and supported by Leandro, she starts building her own legacy—one that seeks not only justice, but absolute control. In a world where betrayal is paid in blood and mistakes are never forgiven, Sofía must decide how far she is willing to go. Because when the past returns demanding revenge and the enemy is still breathing, there are only two options: fall… or become unstoppable.

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand. One new message. "Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah. The words cut through me like ice water. Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king. And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side. But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her. At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence. I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy. But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation. "Sarah." One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart. That was the moment I understood: not every betrayal needs to be shouted or confessed. Sometimes, it’s as simple as the name a man chooses to speak. I loved him. I bled for him. But love means nothing if I’m nothing to him. So if destiny has already been written against me… then I’ll be the one to set it on fire.

Before my wedding, my vision which I lost after saving Bruce unexpectedly returned. Overjoyed, I hurried to share the wonderful news with him, but as I stepped into the living room, I froze. Bruce and my cousin, Kerry, were in a passionate embrace. "Bruce, the baby is perfectly healthy now. The doctor said we can sleep together again! Why don't we do it right here in the living room? Also, isn't it thrilling to do it here while Nancy is asleep in her room?" "Shut up! Don't joke about my wife like that!" Bruce snapped at her, but his reprimand was accompanied by a kiss. I stood there, watching in shock as their movements grew more intense and their breathing became heavier. Only then did I piece it all together. Their sudden shared enthusiasm for indoor workouts six months ago wasn't about fitness at all. Covering my mouth to stifle a sob, I turned back to my room and shut the door. I decided then and there: Bruce didn't need to know I had recovered. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother. "Mom, I'm not marrying Bruce anymore. I'll marry the comatose heir of the Blakes instead. I don't need Bruce in my life."

Lucia Hill was the only daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Thunder pack, a pack that was known for its strength, compassion, and resilience.  She had always wanted to help her pack in a more meaningful way but was seen as too fragile because she had a rare medical condition that affected her breathing at times. She was born with it and it was sadly incurable.  This medical condition had a name too long for Lucia to pronounce, and had tried to take her life multiple times. Each time made her parents even more protective of her and made her feel more caged.  Lucia had always been seen by everyone as the sick daughter of the Alpha who needed to be treated with extra care. She was even excluded from almost all physical activities, including training with people her age.  This made her feel like an outcast. It chipped away at her self-confidence and courage.  She knew that all this was because her parents loved her and wanted her to be safe but she wanted more. She wanted so badly not to be seen as weak or fragile. She wanted to show her pack and her parents that she was stronger than they all thought; that she was not held back by her sickness.  But she feared that this was all just a dream of hers. She was very introverted and insecure so she doubted that she could ever prove them wrong.

Lucian, a powerful, handsome, Alpha wolf has a reputation amongst werewolves and other mythical creatures as well as the humans to be ruthless and cold and true to this, he is. There is no one as ruthless as the king of werewolves and ruler of the kingdom of Werekult. Killing comes easily to him, just as easy as breathing comes to a regular person. Everyone fears Lucian because he gives no second chances and has no time to show mercy. He listens to no one, fears no one and definitely doesn't care for anyone. Lucian isn't particularly fond of humans, in fact he has killed many and wouldn't hesitate to kill more if need be however everything would change when Lucian would be betrayed by his most trusted general, Damon who wanted the throne of Werekult. Damon would stab Lucian on their journey with a potent blade that is powerful enough to kill even an alpha wolf. The blade was given to Damon by the Blood Father and leader of the vampire, Lord Kolden and Lucian would have not survived the stab if not for the girl, a pretty human girl by the name Anna. She is actually the daughter of king Stefan of the kingdom of Greelania and she happened to be in the woods when Lucian was stabbed. Saving him from the clutches of death. However Lucian would repay her good needs by kidnapping her and making her his slave or so it seemed. He just wanted her close to him.

"Use your words Isabella , I want to hear that sweet voice of yours " His voice dripped with cold menace as his grip on my jaw tightened even more. My lips trembled under his harsh glare. I could barely manage to hold his gaze with my blurry teary ones . "I..I'm sorry A..Ace" I stuttered "You are always sorry, a pathetic cry baby is all you are ever going to be. " He sneered further tightening his grip on my shoulders. I couldn't stop an embarrassing tear that escaped my eyes at his words. "You are so pathetic, I will only hurt you more until you are nothing more than dust beneath my feet " My eyes widened when he inched closer , not knowing what to expect i shut my eyes tightly close . I stopped breathing when his breath fanned against my cheeks. When I opened my eyes he was gone. He used to be my crush and childhood best friend... But now he's my nightmare. He hates me, and he's vowed to make my life a living hell. Because I made a huge mistake. Staying alive when I should have died.

My husband, Don Reginald, and my parents threw me in prison on the very night I gave him his heir. All because my sister, Felicia, set me up. She claimed I gave her a wild horse at the family races—a horse she knew she couldn't handle. It went crazy. It trampled a senator to death. With the FBI breathing down our necks, the whole family made me take the fall. Three years. Reginald didn't care that I'd just had our son. He pushed me. Over and over. "It was your horse. If you hadn't given it to her, the Feds wouldn't be after Felicia. Just do the time. When you get out, you'll still be my Donna." Three years later, I came back. Nothing had changed. They still chose her. Even the son I bled for now calls Felicia "Mama." He looks right through me, his own mother. I didn't fight. Not like the old me. I just walked away. But when I finally vanished for good, Reginald lost his mind. He tore the world apart, begging me to come back. To be his Donna again.

🔞Mature Content 18+🔞: Dearest Spicy Reader, Life's too short not to chase every orgasm you deserve. This collection is packed with dirty, steamy sex, emotional tension, and all the filthy adult situations your fantasies crave. Dive in if you're ready to get hot and bothered. ---------- I climb up on the kitchen counter so we’re face to face. My skirt rides up high and shows my thigh-high stockings and garters. Shane looks down and freezes, eyes locked between my legs. His hand moves to my thigh and traces the garter strap. “Ivy.” His voice is rough now. “If I push your skirt up, am I gonna find your bare pussy?” My heart is pounding. I lick my lips. “If you want to check… I won’t stop you.” “Dirty girl.” He snaps the garter against my, thigh making me gasp. “You came here to get revenge on my son.” I don’t lie. “Yes.” He grabs my dress and pulls it higher. “I’d be a selfish bastard to fuck my son’s ex-fiancée.” I’m breathing hard. “Then be selfish,” I whisper, eyes locked on his. “Or should I call you… Daddy?”