Slender Waist

My name is Emma. At 31, I am doing well for myself. I’ve got a great job. Or at least a well paid job, my boss loves me, and my girlfriends think I’m great. More important than anyone's opinion is that of my housemate, and best friend in the world, Scott. Scott thinks the world of me and always tells me to be myself. So why do I feel the need to lie outrageously on dates? From rock-climbing to Muay Thai: when it comes to prospective boyfriends, I am compelled to embellish my C.V. with unlikely porkies that alwaysbackfire - with hilarious results. I have Craig to blame for that - he really shattered my sense of self-confidence and self-worth. But then I turn the spotlight on Scott, and he wishes he'd never brought it up. With a penchant for checked shirts and Harry Potter-style specs, I decide he needs a makeover and to experience the abysmal dating world. My friendship with Scott began in the most unconventional way. His past life had made him homeless and isolated, but he saved me. And now we are inseparable. My dating disasters began when my relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named ended. Waking up with a pounding head, a dry mouth, aching limbs and a random arm draped over my waist, I struggle to get up and then stumble to the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and stare at the hungover, half dead panda eyed loser staring back at me. What started out as a lighthearted challenge with Scott, became something more. We were prepared. But nothing could prepare us for the surprise results! Before long, I realise that our lives will never be the same again.

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"

Noah Lloyd has long since gotten sick of me—we dated for three years and have been married for another three. He uses divorce to threaten me. He wants me to give up the racing championship title I risked my life to win to please his new lover. He's caught off guard when I sign the divorce papers without hesitation and kick him to the curb. Later, he comes to me with a bouquet and the ring I've discarded. He also rents massive billboards to beg me to remarry him. Asher Princeton has someone turn off all the billboards. Then, he wraps an arm around my waist and whisks me away. "Haven't you asked around about me? How dare you propose to my wife?"

"Her love is like her bite. Lethal yet addicting." Lanver suddenly finds himself trapped in Tierra Lucien – a world full of vampires, werewolves, mages, and other supernatural creatures after he was forcibly brought by a royal vampire family to rebuild their kingdom's protective barrier. Lanver found out that he is not just an ordinary human but a descendant of the great mage in their world. He refused it at first, but they held him captive and promised to take him back home only if he'd do what they want. He had no choice but to agree. Lanver only wants two things: fulfill his job and leave. But there's one thing that is on his way of having a peaceful life in Terra Lucien – Princess Emery, the ever-wicked vampire princess who desired to suck his blood right on their first meeting. He ought to avoid her at all cost, and so he did. But how did he find himself holding her waist as she straddles him with her fangs on his shoulder?

He closed the gap between us and his hand travelled to my waist, pulling me closer to himself. His cologne filled my nostrils and he cupped my face in his hand gently. The look in his eyes whenever he looked at me always seemed like he was watching something so ethereal and now wasn't any different. I was supposed to hate him, to not be able to stand him. But why was I letting him do this? And why did I like it too? Love it even? He smirked at me, leaning down with our lips almost touching, his minty breath fanning my face. "I'm fucking addicted and obsessed with you if you haven't noticed." He paused as he studied me while I took a deep breath. "Are you sure you can't stand me?" He asked. "Or are we going to keep on lying to ourselves, babydoll?" ~ Vittoria Belluci, popularly known as 'Lilith' is short tempered, bossy, fiesty, poor social skills and a beautiful resting bitch face. Roman Argentero, Brooklyn's popular mafia don known for his playboy status, cockiness, flirtatious behavior but also ruthless and finally his Greek god appearance. A one night stand in the past, an arranged marriage, a stupid bet, a hatred she has for him and his family, and an addiction he has to her. Will she find out how her sister died? Or who keeps wanting to kill off her family? And doing all that with a fragile promise to herself to not fall in love. What happens when a Belluci falls in love with an Argentero who is already addicted to her?

“Come with me,“ he ordered.  “I'm not going anywhere!“ Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.   Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. “You really have some guts, don't you?“   “Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not—”   “Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused.  Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—”   “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers...

Synopsis Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress. Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident. Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up here ? Who brought her here? **** "He's only a friend" "You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!” Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them. “W-what are you doing ?” Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion. Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

"You, Mr Bryan, my dear husband is stuck with me forever. I'm yours and you're mine! Don't you dare look at another woman because, you won't like the other side of me" Bryan stared at his wife, amazed. "So, is my dear wife threatening me or what?" He asked, sneaking his hand to her waist and pulling her closer to his body. "Yes, I'm threatening you, dear husband. Don't you dare look at another woman. I won't share what's mine with other preys put there" "Damn! I swear, I fucking love you" he said before placing his lip on hers and kissed her passionately. • Emily Thompson, tough and strong. Got hurt and cheated by her ex boyfriend and later got married to the most powerful, richest Mafia. Her brother's best. She vowed to protect what belongs to her and never lose it again. Bryan Samuel, a powerful Mafia and the most richest business man in whole country. He is cold like an ice, he never cared about anyone except his friends but, that perspective of his changed the moment he set his eyes on only one woman, Emily Thompson, his best friend's sister. After spending a night with her, everything about him changed. He vows to make her his wife and he succeeded. But, what happens when the woman he loves so much becomes too possessive? Her possessiveness ends up landing them in trouble.

From high school to my sophomore year in college, I've been in four relationships. None of them lasted, obviously. Boys my age just don't know how to treat a girl like me. I turned twenty, two weeks ago, and decided to swear off love until this hunk of a man walks into our film class. The stranger who I rocked during my birthday party. Well, I thought I only rocked him but memories of that night flood me upon seeing his face. His hands on my waist, my back to his chest, his mouth on my neck. And then...one of the club's rooms. Oh my God! "Good morning everyone, I'm Professor Christian Lambert but you can just call me Professor Lambert. I'll be taking you on international film studies from now on." His gaze ignores all the students in front of me and lands on me. My body warms at the intense memory of us together during my birthday party. As if thinking about the same thing, his face splits into a mischievous grin. Rumors soon begin to fill the campus about the professor. Five years ago, his ex-girlfriend mysteriously disappeared but was later found a month later, in a man's shirt. It was the professor's DNA that was found in her hair and because there was no evidence, he went scot-free. I planned to keep my distance from him after hearing the rumors but... ****** "Hey, little birdie" Professor Lambert corners me after one of my lectures. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night." I swallow hard and avoid his piercing brown eyes. Is this right? He's my professor and a rumored killer but...why is my heart beating so fast?

A little girl first comes to a foreign country to study abroad, where she encouters is a myterious teacher, a vampire friend, a werewolf and many other special characters. Then, for all she knew, the things that happened to her gradually engulfed her in hatreds, more envy than that is secret love with the Lord of Vampire. This little girl can overcome all challenges and dangers? Excerpts. "Did you listen to me after all?" The man was so angry that veins filled his forehead, he tried to restrain his strength so as not to hurt me. The unsuspecting, fearless me ran to the man's waist, the pink lips parted. "I love you." After those word, his mind stalled, his movements interrupted, and then for a moment his ears reddened, he cound't look at me for a while. "Forbid you to crawl into my bed tonight."