Silly Drawings

Maturity Warning ⚠️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. **He's my Professor. He's my Step father. And he's the only man who devours me at night.** I am a science student who failed every course and was hated by his professor. But on one faithful morning my mum announced a heartbreaking information. She was going to marry the professor I lusted over. The one man I had imagined one day he would pin me down to his bed. Mr Chadwick is cold, brilliant, and sexy. He hated me for being dull and feminine but behind those eyes filled with fury, his darkest desires loomed around me. In public, Mr Chadwick is the perfect academic and the perfect step father. But behind closed doors of the study, he is a predator who had discovered my darkest secrets: a sketchbook filled with obsessive drawings of him. Now, the lessons have changed. Chadwick doesn't want me to study books; he wants me to study him. It was supposed to be a punishment. He curses me on the outside but claims me like a hungry lion every night. Under my mum's roof. It was supposed to break my spirit. But he found out, he lusted over the very thing he hated.

Lucia, claimed from birth, Fragments of memories in her dream, until she met Alpha Andrea in Grande Valley, they had chemistry. What will happen, when she's exposed to a whole new world?  She's a vulnerable werewolves, and Andrea must marry a luna, to maintain his supremacy. Their love is threatened, will they thrive, or will Andrea marry the woman he's mated to? A werewolf-like himself. An entrapment secret is yet to be deciphered, the heart will break, power is sought for, the wheel of time will bring secrets unfolding, will they come out of this alive?    **Twisted: Alpha Andrea** "You're mine and that's final." "I'm not some toy to be claimed!" I retorted at the disgusting sound of it,  "Says who?" " you must learn to earn the love you deserve, not just go sniffing around, all in the name of some silly mate bond that's underrated by you or anyone."

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, wears an elaborate ball gown and comes on stage to snatch the emcee's microphone. Before all the guests, she arrogantly says to me, "Can't you see the princess is here? Why didn't you curtsy and greet me? You deserve to be punished! Get on your knees and prostrate yourself before me as an apology!" My expression sours at her insolence. I turn around only to see the indulgent expressions on her parents' faces. The groom, Bowen Lawson, says dotingly, "We spoiled Nad silly since she was a child. You are her sister-in-law now. Don't make things hard for her." I am so mad that I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The clown thinks she's a princess, asking me to kneel before her? Ridiculous.

My roommate bought an antique bronze censer online. She burned incense day and night, praying to be with a wealthy boyfriend. I thought it was silly, until her face began to look like mine. Soon, she became the admired heiress, while I was left drowning in debts she had deliberately racked up. I begged her for my identity back, and she pretended to agree. However, she tricked me into giving her my bank account password and pushed me off a rooftop. I learned at that moment that the censer was a cursed relic that grants wishes by draining the life and luck of another. She could take everything from me once my life was ruined, but death was not the end for me. I woke up on the day she first got the cursed censer. The truth was every wish comes with a price, and I was going to make sure she pays.

After a heart-wrenching betrayal from her fiance, Kerris decides that no man or wolf is worth waiting for. Her dreams of a pure and sacred mating night is nothing but a little girl's silly fantasies. With her father's life on the line and no one to help her, the only way to save him is to finally rid herself of her "purity." Just one night in the Flower Den brothel to keep her beloved father breathing. Then, her masked client steps into the room. What does she do when he reveals his face and he's none other but the dangerous Alpha King? Her forbidden ex's uncle. He can't see her face under the mask. He doesn't know the strange, trembling girl waiting on the bed. He has no idea who he's about to claim, and he never will.

WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.

Max is a no-nonsense bounty hunter. She doesn’t have time for silly fairytale nonsense like what her last “skip” was spouting about vampires. Yet days later, when things start to add up, she can’t help but question if maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as crazy as she thought. Max’s questions, however, have placed her on the radar of a powerful vampire corporation that sends one of their best to seek her out and silence her if needed. What should have been an easy job for Jace and his werewolf friend Lukas is anything but. What happens when a vampire and werewolf fall for the same girl? Can their friendship withstand it, or will it cause a rift once romantic feelings and jealousy rear their heads? On the other hand, can Max survive having her eyes opened to the reality of the supernatural?

Minerva is whimsical, liberal and somewhat spoiled. She is the daughter of an important CEO, who owns one of the biggest companies of these times. When her father decides to hire a bodyguard to take care of her while she is on vacation, the girl will cry out loud, despite the fact that he is the most handsome and sexy man she has ever seen. However, more are the fights between them, especially because the "guardian" thinks she is just a silly little girl with a credit card. But he soon realizes that she is a good-hearted, if somewhat immature, girl, yet he can't help but be attracted to her and must choose between his job or what he feels in his heart. At the same time, an enemy from the past shows up to hurt Minerva, so he has to go to her rescue before it's too late and she learns that he wasn't a common bodyguard as he had led her to believe.

...In the name of crush, love and lies...They say broken people can't fall in love, right? But what if love really lies? Fighting depression and bipolarity along with eating disorder and coupled with fighting the urge not to take her own life, can things get anymore confusing for Fay when a silly crush transpire into something else? They say obsession is sweet, but when it leads to infatuation, it tends to get more dangerous and powerful. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips hovering above hers slightly, their lips almost touching. She shook her head negatively, her lips unconsciously dying for his taste. "Alright." His breath out, untangling his fingers from her hair as he made to move his lips away from hers but she pulled his head back quickly before muttering against his small pink lips. "Kiss me." © Josephine. C. Ivy

Dante Cruz looks untouchable star quarterback, all muscle and tattoos, the guy everyone either wants to be or wants to have. But his grades are tanking, and if he fails one more class, football won’t save him. Eli Summers never expected to room with him. Eli’s a lit major, more at home with novels and coffee stains than roaring crowds. He’s blonde, silly, always running late, and his painted nails drive Dante crazy in ways he can’t explain. What starts with late-night tutoring and bickering over laundry turns into something else something hotter, riskier. A kiss in the wrong place. A touch that lingers too long. Suddenly, keeping boundaries feels impossible. But the campus is watching. Rumors spread fast, and Dante has everything to lose if anyone finds out. Eli has to decide if he’s okay being Dante’s secret or if love this strong deserves to be seen.