Silk And Honey Novels & Stories

“I thought our agreement was over.” Maera looked at Kael nervously. “Maybe it is, in your eyes. But not in mine. Whether your grandmother is alive or not, you are still bound to fulfill our contract. You must carry my offspring—whether you like it or not,” Kael replied, grabbing Maera’s hand and pushing her down onto the enormous bed draped in silk sheets. “Tonight, the seed must be planted in your womb,” he said before beginning to unite their bodies.

“Honey, our daughter can’t marry a loser. She is our only child, we can not hand her over to a nobody, especially at such a cruiser time.” Catherine’s mother cried out to her husband. “So, an underdog for a husband. How ironic! As the saying goes, 'like mother, like daughter.”Chloe teased in a low voice, making sure that only Catherine could hear those words. Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge. “I'll be back,” Rome said.

BOOK ONE ***** The first rule in the Empire. YOU COULD LIE. If it meant protecting the Empire, then do it. But no one wanted you to lie to them. Not even the ones who set the rule. * I was going to snatch the empire from their hands and I'd be far too gone before they realized it was now my weapon. But he came, dressed in silk, a serpent I need to kill. **** GENESIS OF THE EMPIRE OF SIN SERIES

I was a street performer with no name, a ghost hired to wear a dead man’s skin. My mission was simple: Become Alexander Blackwood. Marry his icy fiancée. Sign over the forty-billion-dollar empire. In exchange, my dying sister lives. But the woman waiting at the altar isn't the socialite I was trained to seduce. She’s a wolf in silk—a twin who murdered her own sister to take her place. She doesn't want my money; she wants my soul. She knows I’m a fraud, and I know she’s a killer. In the gilded halls of the Blackwood estate, we are two monsters playing house, waiting for the first one to blink. Every night is a battlefield. Every kiss is a betrayal. She pins me to the silk sheets with the cruelty of a Queen, but when she whispers my real name in the dark, the mask slips. I was supposed to be her puppet, but I’m becoming her obsession. And as the real killers close in, I realize the only thing more dangerous than the lie we're living... is the heat of the truth. He’s a fake heir. She’s a replacement bride. In a world of silver spoons and sharpened knives, love is the deadliest sin of all.

Anna, a lovely but a stubborn girl wants to cover the interview of an international Mafia Don to get a promotion despite of knowing how dangerous it could be.. He is a cold hearted Mafia King, she is a stubborn reporter. He is ruthless, she is shameless.He kills people in seconds, she becomes the headache in second. What will happen when these two personalities collide? “ Get the out of here otherwise I'll you, ” “ Honey, how can you do this to me, I'm pregnant with your child, ” “ How can I make you pregnant you when I'm still , ” “ Oops.. ”

"Tell me why you're so insistent on marrying me.""Because I love you, of course." Celeste York's words are sweet as honey, but her eyes are cold as ice and devoid of emotion.Damon Bishop snorts. No one on this earth has ever had the nerve to treat him as their prey. He admires Celeste's pluck.Yet to his surprise, the day after he turns her down, Damon finds Celeste is able to watch him and his fiancée walk past her without batting an eye.This pisses Damon off. Is this how Celeste acts when she loves someone?

“I… I can explain,” Isabelle stuttered as she started into the furious eyes of Andrew Sebriano, the Mafia Lord. Andrew grabbed her arm as he pressed her against the door, “Trust me honey, you cannot." A scared virgin, Isabelle Moner was set up by her own uncle to have a one night stand with Andrew, in place of his daughter, to pave the way for him in the business world. Would Andrew make Isabelle and her family pay for trying to trick him? Or, would he be her Messiah, saving her from the clutches of her evil Uncle?

Astrella Honey Salcedo, a writer with a hidden side, unknowingly steps into a deadly trap when she clicks on a mysterious link. Kidnapped and sold at a secret auction, she was taken aback when the highest bidder took her—someone from her past she never expected to see again. Cold and menacing, he’s a figure she once trusted, now twisted by anger and revenge. He holds her family responsible for a betrayal that shattered his life, and he’s not there for forgiveness. As Astrella's pulled deeper into his dangerous world, she begins to wonder: Is he the villain of her story, or something far more complicated?

🔞🔞🔞Step into a world where shadows kiss silk, where desire knows no era, and where every chapter drips with forbidden hunger. From candlelit chambers in gothic manors to sleek glass towers of modern cities, from masked balls in Venice to the dark embrace of supernatural lovers, this collection dares to cross every boundary of lust. Inside these pages, you will discover: • Old-Fashioned Lusts – Governesses seduced by brooding lords, pirates claiming their captives, priests battling sin with flesh, and marquises who never take no for an answer. • Modern Obsessions – Billionaires who own more than empires, professors who blur every line, stalkers who live in the walls of penthouses, and uncles who want what should never be theirs. • Anthologies of Desire – Courtesans in silk masks, strangers meeting on midnight trains, vampires who bite deeper than blood, demons who crave brides, and werewolves who hunt not prey but mates. Each story stands alone, yet together they weave a tapestry of obsession, submission, and dark passion. With 100 chapters of raw erotic intensity, this is more than a book it is a descent into every secret you’ve dared to dream of and every temptation you’ve tried to resist. Crimson Temptations will not just be read. It will be devoured.

“You can only marry this guy over here if you wish to dance in his blood, Gigi.” he presents me with an ultimatum and I know what he is skilled at. My stepbrother has a twin brother who is Satan in disguise. “I promise to turn this white dress of yours into something red. Perhaps his blood will do, what do you think?” I gasp, hating the idea that he is putting in my mind and I yell at him. “You are nothing but a narcissist!” His evil chuckle is causing pain to my ears. “Oh, honey, no. I don’t suffer from narcissism, I enjoy it.”