Smooth-talking

“This….this is not right,” she whispered, closing her eyes as let her head fall back as he kissed her neck. Pleasure engulfing her, her mind hazy but at the same time working. “What isn’t?” He asked, in that rich, smooth, velvet voice that was quite enough to make her drop to her knees. She opened her eyes, staring right into his hunger filled ones. “It’s forbidden.” She whispered. “It won’t be nice if we get caught,” His lips twitched and he rubbed the back of his palm down her face, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who said anything about getting caught, Rivers?” •••• If there was one thing Sloane Rivers loved most, it was Christmas. After working her ass off all year as an attorney, she was disappointed when she was nominated to go on the mandatory firm retreat. A day after she arrived, she found herself sharing the lodge with an unexpected “roomie” Ethan Hale. An arrogant, 6’2”, ridiculously wealthy CEO due to a storm. Their cohabitating came with plenty of back-and-forth bickering and arguments that slowly turned into something she looked forward to even after he moved out of her lodge. After the retreat ended, Sloane returned to her normal life. What she didn’t expect was for Ethan to crash into her world again, challenging every principle she’d lived by. The man she’d met a week before Christmas might just be her undoing, because mixing business with pleasure was strictly forbidden.

A woman trapped in her mysterious dreams finds herself in people's past since her childhood. As the fragments of dreams show her bits of many people's pasts! When she trained herself to live with this mysterious ability, she found herself in her own past one day! And after visiting her past if she gets hurt in her dream, she bleeds in real too. In the past, it wasn't this fatal as those were others' past! But why do the people in her dreams show up in front of her now with the same names?! Why did her closed one's past get added as a bonus?! It's like she knows even some strangers well without even talking to them in person! And what's with her loose mouth uttering bull**** without realising?! It's like she has a whole different person and emotions in her! The memories of her past show up in unexpected situations catching her off guard and making her look like a crazy woman who is in dire need of admission to a mental asylum! --- Hey dears! Hope you like and support my story!

In the summer of 1998, teenager Amelia Jessica discovered a secret of her parents that changed her life. Ethan Travis was her only brother that she always looked up to that's why she doesn't know why he was acting strange whenever she was around. On the day of their parent's wedding anniversary, she overheard her Mom and Dad talking about the biological mother of Ethan. She was furious and ran to her brother's room. She loudly opened the door and shocked to saw a girl on top of his brother. She felt disgusted and disappointed at the same time but a new feeling blossomed inside of her. Jealousy. Years later she found herself acting her hearts out behind a camera. She became the top actress and model of her generation. She focused on her career when she lost her hope that her brother will see her as a woman not just his baby sister. Little did she know that a new adventure will come on her way because of her best friend Cindy.Let's find out more about Amelia Jessica's story in My Little Secrets...Book 2 of Behind That Mask.

Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart. Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion. “Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

Consunji #1 "Why... Why are you doing this to me, Xavier?" "Why do you hate me so much too, Zaria? Why do I have to resort into kidnapping you just so you could give me all the attention that I want from you?" *** Zaria Ismene Valderama doesn't like to associate herself with men eversince she caught her own father cheating on her Mom. She avoided them like a plague, not wanting to have any issues with them especially that she's a rising model in the Philippines. Ngunit paano niya magagawang iwasan ang isang taong parang buntot niya kung makasunod sa kaniya? Xavier Consunji is literally around the corner if she's around too. Ilang beses na nitong sinabing gusto siya nito, but she doesn't like to entertain him knowing that the Consunji cousins have a reputation with girls. They're playboys. Ang mga lalaking dapat iwasan ni Zaria. But Xavier have gone madly jealous. He lost patience when she was paired up to another male model, and it resulted into kidnapping Zaria to be able to own her completely. He even threatened her into marrying him, or she will lose her career and worst, she won't be seeing her mother anymore. What will happen to their relationship that started in the wrong way? Will it be a smooth sail? Or it would be a bumpy ride for the two of them? How will they be able to hold on their marriage once she found out the truth about what was supposed to be buried a long time ago? Will their love prevail? Or it will drown them instead?

The morning after their night together, Harper Sullivan froze with a sudden, sickening realization—Ryan Delgado hadn't used protection. Fear coiled tight in her chest, sharp and suffocating. But Ryan just smirked, his voice smooth, teasing, as if this were some kind of game. "Our families are enemies. A baby changes that. Your father would have to accept me. Then I could marry you—properly." Heat rushed to her cheeks. She should have pushed him away, should have demanded answers—but his touch still burned through her resistance, and she gave in to him. Then, like a knife to the ribs, she heard his friend's voice from the next room, laced with cruel amusement. "Ryan, that's genius. Get her pregnant, then dump her. Harper would never recover from the scandal. And her family? Total disgrace." Ryan let out a cold, satisfied laugh. "Serves her right. She stole Olivia's spot as valedictorian, broke her heart, drove her overseas. I'll make sure she pays—this is for Olivia." Harper's body went rigid. Three years. Three years of stolen moments, swallowed secrets, letting him touch her in the dark while her family believed her loyal. And it had all been a lie. Rage and humiliation crashed over her, so violent she nearly choked on it. Her phone buzzed in her trembling hand. Fighting back tears, she answered. "Dad… I'll take the engagement."

"I believe we spoke on the phone today. I hope everything is in order?" As smooth in person as on the phone I turned and was met with the full force of his good looks. Just have me right now my inner wolf screamed. Dark rich hair, just long enough for a few curls to tease his forehead, coffee-coloured eyes, and olive skin. Several inches taller than me and was built like a Greek statue. Perfection. The crushing disappointment of his good looks hit me. He was definitely a shifter and therefore totally, immediately and forever off limits. Human’s just never look that good. Selene doesn't want a mate. She's ambitious, determined and independent. To end up shackled to a man who won't support her dreams like her sisters is her worst nightmare. The mate-bonds monthly heat, overwhelming lust-fuelled insanity terrifies her control-freak nature. Rocco doesn't want a mate either. Running a buzzing casino gives him ample opportunity to sleep with all the beautiful human women the city has to offer. Shifters are a hassle. Even beautiful, blonde haired wonders like Selene. Yet when their paths cross sparks fly. However the local Alpha loves taking proud women down a peg, his head Beta desires Selene and Rocco wants to kill them both. They are fighting against the very thing that may keep them alive as the cruelty of the pack's leadership turns against Selene. Her trick of hiding in a hotel and lying to her family every full moon can only last for so long...

For some , love that can't be is enough reason for them to fall apart but for others , it's a fight they are willing to endure . Their course of love never run smooth since the taboo tries to prevent them from being in a relationship openly . Opposed by the whole world due to cultural ,societal and religious norms because the condemned love trope consists of taboo in society ,class difference , feuding families , religious restrictions ,not forgetting the age difference hence it would be hard or even impossible for them to be together. As they say ,' there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable ,'we always long for the proscribed things ,desire what is denied us and crave what we can't have .Therefore , they put their trust and faith into the love that is prohibited and vow to do their best to achieve that happily ever after ending we all want BUT the million dollar question is will their illicit love be enough reason for them to fall apart or it's a fight they are willing to endure no matter the matter ? With the fact that love we can't have is the one that last the longest , hurts the deepest and feels the strongest in mind ,will the power of love hold their relationship so it will last till only death do them apart or the deepest pain their love brings will result in them breaking up ? Will their banned love be enough to test everything that goes their way ? Why don't we find out the answers to all the unanswered questions in the illicit love {uthando olungeko emthethweni} story before curiosity kills the cat . . . *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness*

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.