Sorcière / Sorcier

"You're insane, Sane. Why would you fall in love with a dead girl?" Sane has known about the legend of the dead girl who is said to bring misfortune in people's lives, but he had been adamant with his disbelief about it not until he sees the dark-eyed girl himself.

On the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her. Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house. But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face. "Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!" "Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out." Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient: "Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow." Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms: "Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love." "Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost." I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently. "I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!" My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger. Who said I wanted to marry him? The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

I was a mermaid from the deep sea. Out of curiosity and playfulness, I was caught by a fisherman and endured unbearable torment. Just when I was on the brink of death, Trevon Chapman happened to pass by and saved me. So, I gave up my identity as a mermaid princess, left the ocean behind, and followed him into the human world. For five years after our marriage, Trevon granted my every wish and showered me with affection. I truly believed I had found a safe harbor I could depend on for the rest of my life—until fate struck with its cruelest blow. Trevon's childhood sweetheart had fallen gravely ill, and only a mermaid’s tail could save her. I begged him desperately, but he responded with chilling indifference. "You're only losing your legs. Corinne is losing her life. Are you really that heartless? You're just going to watch her die?" "Besides, you can’t return to the sea anymore. That tail means nothing to you now. From now on, I’ll be your legs." After the surgery, I sat in a wheelchair, running my hand over the empty fabric where my legs should have been, and calmly demanded a divorce. Trevon pulled Corinne into his arms, sneering. "You're neither human nor fish now—a monster. Without me, the only road left for you is death." Yet in the end, when I transformed back into a mermaid and leapt into the sea, his cries and desperate sobs echoed across the waves.

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"

They say he's a devil in a man's disguise. He destroys everyone who comes in his way to get something but they don't know that... Devils aren't born, they're made. He's ruthless, he's compassionate, he's aggressive, his heart is as tender as a new bud. No one knows that he's a broken soul yearning for love. "Hunter, please let me go." Her words come out more like a moan as his teeth grazed the soft skin of her slender neck. Her fingers buried into his thick hairs as his hands are doing unforbidden things to her own. "Shhh...breathe, Anna. I am not going to eat you. You're too precious to be lost and you're mine. Only mine, my kitten." He whispers in her ear and next she feels her lips being captured for a toe curling kiss. Anna Harris' world turned upside down when she woke up in a hotel's luxurious room with a sore body specially the pain between her legs. She felt completed thinking she lost her virginity to her lover but she hadn't the slightest idea that she fell into the hands of the devil himself, Hunter Storm, the mafia leader of Rivas gang. Heartbroken, homeless and humiliated when her father got arrested. She has no place to go with her family.When she's on the verge of loosing all hopes to keep her family alive, Hunter steps in offering his help.

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.

An unexpected love between the aloof CEO and the clumsy girl next door. A chance meeting, a twist of fate, an unexpected development, what will happen when their two worlds collide? Devin swept a cold glance across the apartment that he now had to stay in, "this is the size of my bathroom at home..." he muttered to himself. Nyx peeked at him, wanting to know his reaction to her humble home. Hearing his mumble, her heart sank a little, but she spoke "Well this isn't going to be forever, you can take my bedroom for as long as you're here, so you can put your stuff down in there. I'll just sleep on the sofa." Devin raised an eyebrow at Nyx's words, before clearing his throat and replying, "Whoever said you're going to be sleeping on the sofa? Your bed is big enough to fit us both. You'll be sharing your bed, with me."

"I'm your wife, not your prisoner," Avery pleads with Liam, her voice shaking. Liam sneers, "You're whatever I say you are, Avery. And right now, you're nothing without me." — When love turns toxic, survival is the only option. Avery Livingston's luxurious life imploded when her family's fortune vanished. Desperate to save her ailing mother, she made a devastating deal with billionaire movie star Liam Leon Galloway. Trapped in a gilded cage, she endured three years of humiliation and despair. But when Liam's Oscar win left her behind, Avery's fury ignited. Pregnant and defiant, she vowed to escape and exact revenge. With her fate hanging by a thread, she must choose: submit to Liam's toxic grasp or rise from the ashes. Will she break free or remain trapped in this twisted game of power and obsession?

Do you like your stories hot, dirty, and dripping with tension? Welcome to SWEET SURRENDER, a collection of short erotic stories that explores the raw, aching edge of submission. Each tale drags you into the dark corners of desire where power isn’t just taken, it’s begged for. Inside these pages, you’ll meet women who ache for control to be stripped away and the men ruthless enough to do it. Expect forbidden temptation, age gaps erotic stories that burn, discipline met with praise, and the filthy high of being watched and used. Some stories will leave you breathless with tenderness. Others? They’ll ruin you, in the best way. If you’ve ever whispered “Yes, Sir,” or spread your thighs on command, this book doesn’t just speak to you. It speaks for you. You're not just reading. You're surrendering. So turn the pages of this book... and give in.