Sharp Tongue

I’m so tired of always being the one left behind. Tired of heartbreak, of promises that turn into pain... I never knew love could be this exhausting. “I... I promise... if marriage only means being broken like this... then these will be the last tears I ever cry.” I said it—sobbing under the cold rain, thinking that maybe this was the end of my story. But life had other plans. Enter Thunder Montessori. Twenty-seven years old. Powerful. Dangerous. A trillionaire who could own the world if he wanted to. With his sky-blue eyes, sharp mind, and infuriating charm—he’s the kind of man who turns chaos into a lifestyle. And somehow... he’s tearing down every wall I built. He says he wants to build a new world with me. But should I let him? Because I’ve been here before—caught in beautiful lies. I don’t want to lose myself again for a love that might never stay. Still, a part of me wonders... What would it be like to marry a man who could buy the stars? What if this love doesn’t break me... But saves me?

Ollie Clan was a broke college student with absolutely nothing to her name but debt. With bills just piling on her shoulders and life throwing curveballs in her face everywhere she turned, she had no choice but to grasp the lifeline her roommate proposes, take a job at the Werewolf-Human Integration Association or suffer. Werewolves were a common species Ollie never wanted to get caught dead with. They were abrasive, brutal and territorial. Even with that knowledge, Ollie wasn't ready in any way for her client, Ivailo Bridge. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Ivailo was about to burn her from the inside out with his callous attitude. If the definition of insufferable needed a representation, it would be Ivailo Bridge and he wasn't about to make her job easy. It wasn't a secret anywhere in the pack. Ivailo hated every snivelling human in existence and he was about to make it known to the supposed nanny without fail. Ollie was about to learn that werewolves weren't anything like humans. They were nothing short of instinct-borne animals with sharp teeth that bites and claws that have known war. They have never known mercy, not even to their mates.

Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Professor Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fascination. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?

My name is Rose Bailey. I am seventeen years old and about to start my senior year of High school. I have always lived a normal, boring, human life. Never believed in the supernatural or the love at first sight sh#t that others girls my age fall for. That is until I move with my mom and two brothers back to the small town where my mom grew up. My mom makes us stay at this house or should I say castle with a lot of other people living their. Imagine my surprise when I walked in on a man and two women that looked to be 20 or 21 having in a room that looks like an office. Imagine how surprised I was when I was froze in place, unable to move as I felt a sharp pain in my chest from seeing them together as he one from behind while she leaned over a desk from pleasure and the other women was him. The man froze in place and looked at me with a guilty look on his face. The pain got worse in my chest and before I  blacked out I swore I heard him say Mate! 

Hunnie Inzotta. A spunky, beautiful 23 year old Dark Witch, whom’s also a nurse in the human realm, has a furry stalker. A wolf, who evens watching her in the woods practice her magic. This wolf admires her and even wants to be brought home. He goes through the trouble of harming himself so Hunnie can’t leave the forest without him today. Little did she know,…he wanted his mate and he wanted her magic to break a seal that locked him in his wolf form! A Demon-Wolf King , BAHM!! “I closed my eyes to fall asleep again after everything stilled. What exactly happened next, will probably forever haunt me. I opened my eyes when I felt his claws lengthened and scratched against my panties. The breeze from my window hit my exposed pubes for a short period of time, before Wolfy's shoves his nose deep under my leg, throwing it over his head and lunging his tongue away at my now torn fabric.” After becoming a man again, he wants to mark his mate, but Hunnie can’t have that! She has to reject this lost being and live her life. Her coven would never accept the fact she turned a wolf to a man and it became her mate! After all, her own coven had rejected her for practicing dark magic. So she definitely can’t go making anymore trouble. Jump into the steamy and hot series of Witchy World! Part two “Witchy World’s Forgotten Mate” Now in the making!

“Tell me, Isabella…do you still taste me on your tongue?” Damien’s whisper is fire against her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip through silk, pulling her flush against the hard proof of how much he’s never stopped wanting her. She came to L.A. for a quiet Christmas. Instead, the billionaire who once claimed her body in one reckless night, and vanished, steals her off the street. Damien Voss thinks she’s his rival’s daughter. Locks her in his penthouse. Plans to use her. But her eyes, her scent, the way she trembles under his touch… It's her. The woman he’s craved for a year. She escapes. Starts over in another country. Finds calm, safety… even gets engaged to Jace Salvador. However, that peace is short-lived when Damien finds her and tears her away from Jace. Carries her back to his bed, his rules, his hunger. She doesn’t remember Damien as the man from the scorching one night stand years ago. To her, he’s just the man who makes her pulse race and her walls crumble. Until the truth crashes in, and the memories of that night return to haunt her. Betrayals burn. A murder trial looms. And Isabella holds the power to save him…or destroy him. She swore she’d never forgive the man from that night. But Damien’s touch makes her forget everything but yes. Damien’s Willing Captive; where Stockholm becomes sanctuary, and the only escape is deeper into his fire.

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

****Mature Audience Only***** “Strip.” Heat flooded my cheeks. I hesitated, just for a heartbeat—then let the straps of my red dress slide off my shoulders. The silk puddled at my feet. My heels stayed on, my panties stayed on, and I stood there trembling in black lace, suddenly more exposed than I’d ever been in my life. He circled me slowly, his fingertips brushing over my spine, down my hip, ghosting over the swell of my ass. The touch made me shiver, made my nipples tighten against the lace. Then he fisted my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up at him. His eyes were dark fire. “You’re mine tonight,” he said flatly. “Every part of you. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m yours.” “On your knees.” My body dropped instantly, as if it had been waiting for that command all along. “Open,” he ordered. I obeyed. His cock slid over my tongue, thick and heavy, and I gagged when he… Raw Pleasures will leave readers breathless, aroused, and haunted—satisfied in the moment yet craving more. Each story lingers like a forbidden memory, stirring desire, curiosity, and a secret hunger they won’t easily forget. This book is a work of adult fiction created exclusively for readers 18 years and older. It features highly explicit sexual scenes, strong language, and explores darker, taboo, and morally challenging themes. Within these pages are stories that delve into dominance and submission, power dynamics, and unconventional relationships that may not be suitable for all audiences.

I let out soft moans of pleasure... Leaning on the wall, I grappled one leg on his waist, with one of my hands holding the table tightly, and the other wrapped around his neck. He unzipped my dress and helped me pull it off, while I fumbled through to unbutton his shirt, not taking my lips away from his. We moved further to the couch, kissing like it would be our very last. My breast brushed against his chest, creating a warm feeling, and this overwhelming sensation made my breath heavier. He latched his tongue on my neck, and a moan escaped my lips. "Chris.." I called, under my breath. Biting my already swollen lips, sinking my hands into his back, trying to pull him closer to me. His left arm remained rooted in my neck, while the other arm glided down my waist, to my ass and I whimpered, arching my body towards his, this felt so good. "You taste so good" he whispered, gently biting my ear lobes, my body reacted as his breath touched me. When demons meet and are entangled in the web of forbidden love, hate and sacrifices - chaos is bound to happen. Just when life becomes rough for JJ... Joanna, she gets drunk in a party and goes wild with a one night stand, the almighty Chris Aetos, a billionaire CEO and prince of the ginns. Therefore a fate may have it... THE PREY OF THE GINN NEVER ESCAPES THE GINN. Gradually, both get caught up in a whirlwind of shocking discoveries, histories and dark revelations. What is it like to discover that you were once in love with a particular person eight hundred years ago?

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"