Sorcière / Sorcier

My roommates booked a New Year's Eve light show table—five hundred per person—and started urging me in the group chat to transfer the money. I quietly sent a screenshot of my account balance. "You guys go ahead," I wrote. "I haven't even scraped together my tuition yet." They replied with a string of mocking "haha"s. Our dorm leader, Giselle Murdoch, even posted on her social media with the caption: [The first step to crossing class boundaries is distancing yourself from people who kill the mood.] Just after midnight, they sent me a photo from the light show and said, "Too bad you're not here." I frowned, confused, when my counselor's call cut in—her voice tight with urgency. "Did you invite your roommates to the light show? The organizers said they never even checked in! They're missing!"

18+ Explicit Content | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised | Steamy Passion Ahead. Content Warnings: This collection contains intense sexual content, endless fucking, where pain becomes pleasure and torture leads to orgasms. Everything here is unholy, the characters are broken and desperate for pleasure, the languages are explicit and the scenes are rough. If you're not familiar with dark, taboo-ish, forbidden, sexual stories, then this book isn't for you. 100 Shades of Spice is a wicked collection of erotic stories where there are no rules or boundaries to follow. Enter a world where innocence is corrupted, temptation is law, and the forbidden feels far too pleasurable to resist. From off-limits sadistic bosses to one-night-stand turned rivals, and everything taboo in between, these stories aren’t just dirty… They're deliciously dangerous. You’ll blush. You’ll squirm. You'll wish for more. And you’ll come back for more. Welcome to the fantasies you were never meant to have. Because now you do.

On my birthday, my boyfriend ditched his childhood friend's desperate call to be with me. Devastated by his rejection, she spiraled into depression and ended her life. Heartbroken, he proposed to me beside her body. "I've already lost Giselle. I can't lose you, too." I said yes, moved by his grief and sincerity. But on our wedding night, he turned on me, hacking me with a knife. "You vile woman! Giselle died because of you. Time to feel her pain!" As I bled out, the girl waltzed back, saying she'd faked her death to spook him. Overjoyed, he pointed at my corpse. "Thank God, you're alive. This wretched woman is gone, and we're free to be together." They looted my wealth for their lavish wedding and happy life. When my eyes snapped open again, I was back on that fateful birthday.

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

"You’re a Kane, Daniels. You’re property, not a person." For ten years, those were the only words I heard from the Moretti triplets. As the daughter of disgraced junkies, I was the resident "Charity Case" at the Moretti Family Estate, forced to scrub floors while the three heirs to a billionaire high-tech empire ruled the Blackridge underworld. Nickie, Matteo, and Luca were my tormentors—cruel, breathtaking, and untouchable. Then I turned eighteen. My Noir identity synced, my neural-links flared to life, and the air grew thick with a scent that made my blood boil: Them. In the Biker Mafia world, data doesn't lie, and the code says I belong to all three. Now, the brothers who once dragged me through the dirt are trading their cruelty for a dark, possessive hunger. They’ve cleared their beds and their calendars, determined to claim their match. Genre: Dark Biker Mafia Romance / Contemporary Billionaire Tags: #EnemiesToLovers #SharedMate #ReverseHarem #BikerMafia #HighTechCrime #Triplets

"Rael, what's this?" "An anklet, since you don't want an ankle monitor." "I'm not your pet!" "No, you're not." "Then, get this thing off me!" "It's either that or I'll tatt my name on your wrists and over your sweet mounds so the whole world knows you're mine." ~~~ They called me a murderer. I became a rogue to survive. And when my wolf finally surfaced, she came with blood on her hands. Now I’m bound to him—Rael, the Lycan King cursed to die alone. Our bond shouldn’t exist. He’s the descendant of the Moon Goddess, Lycans who are forbidden to mate with werewolves. But fate doesn’t ask. It takes. It binds. It burns. He says I belong in his cage. I say I’ll burn it down. The war between us will either break the curse... or destroy us both.

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

Bertha Cobb's first love, Owen Rountree, made a mistake during his experiment, leading to an explosion occurring in the lab. Eight students died in this explosion as a result. However, Bertha insisted that I take on the responsibility of this accident and admit that the explosion occurred because of the error found in my data. "You're a professor here. Nothing will happen to you if you're the one taking on the responsibility. But Oewn, on the other hand, will get admonished by the victims' families." I got dismissed by the university afterward. In the end, the victims' families burned me to death. My daughter, Leah Callahan, got bullied as well. She was forced to drop out of school later on and died from depression. While Leah breathed her last on her bed, Bertha was in the middle of celebrating Owen's promotion as a professor. When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was five minutes away from the explosion in the science lab.

**Sequel to Two Billionaire Baby Daddies. That and it's prequel should be read before this!!** Willow Monroe and Nathaniel Watson were sworn enemies from the moment they were born. A twenty-one year rivalry has led them to this summer. Not only must they live together, but they're also competing in an internship where they're determined to one up each other and score a position at a software company. But when it turns out they need each other in order to even be considered for the position, they still refuse to put their differences aside. That is until Nathaniel notices how pretty Willow is and Willow takes note of how amazing Nathaniel's abs look. When a heated argument turns into them ripping each other's clothes off, the hate between them fades and all that's left is that terrifying L word that neither wants to be the first to say. But in a summer full of secrets and seduction, can they truly leave their rivalry behind or are they destined to compete with one another for the rest of their lives?