Skin Deep

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.

TRIGGER WARNING!! DARK ROMANCE Sexual content, Slavery, 18+, Violence, and Abusive content. Dark Romance, read at your own risk. "So, you made a choice?" His dark voice vibrated in the room, making me flinch. I brought my legs closer in fear, as if I could stop this fear from crawling through my skin, reaching all parts of my body, and nodded my head, whispering "yes.". "Here." He slammed the contract in front of me. I flinched, raised my head, and looked into his dark, angry blue eyes, immediately lowering them in fear. I once wished for him to spare me a glance, and that could make my day, but right now, his deep blue eyes scare me the most, and I don't want him to even look at me. "You are ready to sacrifice yourself to save that motherfucker?!" His angry voice rang in the room with a hint of pain, making me flinch, and an instant guilt followed. I feel so guilty for hurting the man that I love the most, and yet... I am not ready to hurt the other important people in my life. I tried my best to stay calm, not giving him an answer. "Fine! I know how to make you talk!" His voice was low and filled with anger as he said it through his clenched teeth. My hands started to shiver at the thought of going through the same pain he just put me through a few hours ago. How to make me talk? Is ... is he going to hurt me the same way again? 'you deserve it' My conscious replied. --------------- what happens when the person she loves the most hurts her the most? What happens when she is pulled into his darkness that she never knew existed?

"Aasif," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. He didn't reply. He only held me tighter, his strong arms a band around my waist. His kisses grew more intense, all I wanted was him, His touch, his scent, him inside me. I was teetering on the edge, yet he held back. He held us back. He pulled away; his breathing as erratic as mine. His voice was rough, filled with an intense battle of restraint and desire   "This is just for curiosity's sake, right?" His voice was deep, husky, a sensual murmur against my skin that made my pulse race even faster. Gabriela a young nurse from a small Mexican town, shoulders the world as she strives to provide for her ailing mother and little sister, Maria. An unexpected opportunity emerges when she's offered a job at a prestigious hospital in Al-Qamar. Thrust into the vibrant but unfamiliar world of the Arabian desert, Gabby grapples with her new reality. But Gabby's life takes a dramatic twist when she crosses paths with a charismatic yet arrogant billionaire Sheikh. Their worlds collide in a whirlwind of opulence and high-stakes power dynamics, their association marked by the Sheikh's emotionally barren, benefit-based approach towards relationships. A tragic accident abruptly turns the tables when the Sheikh suffers memory loss, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Gabby's future. The once arrogant billionaire stands before her, a man without a past, unraveled and vulnerable. As Gabby is pulled into a vortex of caring for the man who once saw her as a mere commodity, she grapples with the strange affectionate ties that emerge. With a newfound bond budding and the Sheikh's memory threatening to return at any moment, Gabby is walking on a tightrope of emotions, what happens when the Sheikh's memory returns?

Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead.  Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. On the morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now she's deep in Australia's underworld, disguised as a stripper, chasing the same shadows that took everything from her. The addiction she buried years ago is roaring back. Every slow grind on stage, every stranger's hands on her skin, feeding the raw, aching hunger she can't control. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous the game becomes. A former colleague wants her dead. A protector sent to save her is hiding his own betrayal. And the man who ordered her mother's murder is closer than she ever imagined. Close enough to touch. Close enough to seduce for the final piece of evidence. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

I marry Mason Longbright, my savior, at 24. For five years, Mason's erectile dysfunction and bipolar disorder keep us from ever sleeping together. He can't satisfy me when I want him, so he uses toys on me instead. But during his manic episodes, his touch turns into torment, leaving me bruised and broken. On my birthday night, I catch Mason in bed with another woman. Skin against skin, Mason drives into Amy Becker with a rough, ravenous urgency, his desire consuming her like a starving beast. Our friends and family are shocked, but no one is more devastated than I am. And when Mason keeps choosing Amy over me at home, I finally decide to let him go. I always thought his condition kept him from loving me, but it turns out he simply can't get it up with me at all. I book a plane ticket and instruct my lawyer to deliver the divorce papers. I am determined to leave him. To my surprise, Mason comes looking for me and falls to his knees, begging for forgiveness. But this time, I choose to treat myself better.

Revenge: the only dish best served with a side of sass and a sprinkle of humour. ~ a soul with a dark and miserable past~ ~ a wolfless reborn in hell ~ ~ ️a mate entwined in a bloody burning vengeance thirst️️~ ~ an irresistible kickass heroine~ Ever wonder how vengeance feels like? ‍ She was betrayed and killed by her loved ones, because of her inability and tagged as a cursed one. They killed her innocence! She burned in misery and pain, but right now........ THE SHOW IS HERS!! But is that really it? In her journey of vengeance, she discovered something very peculiar and queer. Though, it was unknown if that peculiarity will revive her light and quench the darkness in her? It was uncertain if (one) can change the misdeeds of hundreds.... ... ~~~~ Alpha Zayn yanked Anita close to him and rubbed her bare back, as his eyes layered with a billion shade of lust. " Do you know what I can do to you?" The hoarseness in his voice chilled Anita's ears, and his warm breath fanned her cheek gently. Anita curled her lips naughtily and pressed a hand on Alpha's Zayn shoulder, allowing a bit of her cleavage to come into view.. " What can you do to me?" She whispered seductively, with a calm attractive face. " L**k my cl**t? F**k my a*s? Suck my p**ks?" But that was a guise. Deep in her, she was dying to rip out Alpha Zayn's heart, feed it to the beast, smash his head brutally, and peel his skin off from his body! Alpha Zayn lowered his lusty eyes at Anita, before licking his bottom lip. " You look like you have a bad plan for me." Anita's eyes contracted, immediately moving her hand to Alpha Zayn's sh**ft. " Do I?"

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia. In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire. In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

Valerie is a werewolf with a bad past. Her skin is light brown, with wild chestnut coils, and hazel eyes. After going through multiple unwilling matings with the Sadistic Alpha of her current pack, Nighthowlers. She finally stands up to him and runs away in search of her mate just to find not only does she have two mates who are twins but they are Alphas of the enemy pack. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This book is for Mature Audience. There are sensitive subjects in this book.

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.