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A game of spin the bottle wasn’t supposed to change my life. I wanted to get out of our small town, and the only way to do that was to get good grades. I didn't want to get distracted by anyone or anything, but I couldn't seem to ignore Liam. He was sexy, moody, and about to become my stepbrother. Exactly the kind of trouble I should have avoided. But I let my hair down for a party in the woods; a couple of girls and guys playing spin the bottle and truth or dare. Silly games shouldn't change your life but sometimes fate steps in. It's nearly graduation and I'm closing my eyes, thinking that I can't deal with having one surprise today, but two.

When my parents call to tell me they are taking me to my childhood friend, Oliver Holland's house to meet his blind date, he is still asleep beside me. I think they are joking and whisper, "Oliver, they said they've found you someone to date." He gives a lazy hum and pulls me into his arms. "Gerry, help me pick out something to wear later. And fix my hair, too." When I freeze, Oliver opens his eyes and lets out a short, mocking laugh. "What's wrong with you? We're just sleeping together. You don't actually think I'm going to marry you, do you?"

A young black girl with silver/white hair, who was raised by her loving mother until the age of 12 has been thrusted into the world of werewolves on the account of her father being an alpha wolf. He only finds out about his daughter once her mother dies, but the strangest thing is, she has no wolf. She smells human, but she's definitely his. The alpha brought her to live with him, and during that time, they both discovered things about themselves that they had no idea even existed. She was never just "human," and his "mate" was never his to begin with. This human girl was, in fact, a long, foretold gift to the wovles and a destructive force on those who waged war on good.

“It's only fair to have some fun as well” I muttered to myself, ready to leave my dignity behind as I cheerfully reached for the bulge in his pants, letting my fingers roam wild as I pulled out his already hardened d**k, teasing the tip with my tongue as I marvelled at his size. “Suck it and don't stop until I tell you to” he ordered whilst grabbing a firm hold of my hair, yanking my head backwards. “Stop” I muttered inaudibly, "you're gripping too hard". “What? Can't handle it a little rough?” He mocked, yanking me up by my hair, pinning me against the wall. “i have no intention of being gentle with you, so if you can't sit pretty and take it like a good girl, then you're welcome to leave, but making that decision might cost you your life, because I don't like it very much when women walk out on me, especially during intimacy” “so…what's it going to be?” I smirked lightly as I answered his question by shoving him to the bed. “Then it seems I have no choice but to please you tonight, you can use me however you see fit and I'll ensure to ride you like my life depends on it” I responded, my clothes slowly falling to the floor layer by layer as I got on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as I buckled his belt around his wrist, restraining him to the bed as I positioned myself, ready to take full control. Elisa darkhorse, betrothed to Damian Greyhound but is met in matrimony with him young uncle (Leonard Greyhound) instead. will Damian give way for their relationship to blossom? or will the relationship prove fatal as a toxic love triangle is formed?

Elena Ghen's life is suddenly overturned when Alpha Williams declares war against her pack and wins. Elena is forcefully taken away from her pack and joins The blue moon pack where Alpha Williams plans to make her his Luna. What happens when Elena meets her mate at the mating dinner organized for her and Alpha Williams? What happens when she finds out that her mate is non other than the Alpha in line, Jake, Alpha William's very own son. Elena and Jack have the same goal but can they put down their differences and make it work. The moon goddess doesn't make mistakes , or does she? ~~~~~~~ I smirked on seeing his red blazing eyes stare me down, his face hardened, his fake demeanor falling apart. I could feel his hard on pressed against my thighs. His hands gripping my hair tightly, holding my chin up. "Shut it." He snarled "Imagine me, pressed against the sheets with him, thighs apart. His hands gripping my thighs so hard they'd leave a bruise. My neck covered in love bites as I -" "Shut the fuck up before I show you exactly how mean I could be. I don't mind ruining in the sanctuary of this place. I will fuck you real, good. Your head and thoughts will be filled with my name, because you're mine, just mine." "Why don't you make me. Do it." I teased, challenging him. Watching his smirk deepened. He yanked my hair tighter, raising his eyebrows "Get on your knees and make that mouth useful."

"I hope you're not a minor, kitten? I don't wish to commit two sins together." "Fuck! I can't wait to taste you." "Bend on your knees and spread those legs, kitten! I want to see all of you." Some desires should never be touched. They burn too brightly, shine too dangerously, leave marks you can’t hide and once tasted, they consume everything. Forbidden fruit tastes sweet, they say. But they never mention the burn that follows, how addictive it is, the filthy obsession that settles in your bones. That’s what he was, a sin she couldn’t resist, a danger she wanted to fall into again and again. Katherine Smith, 19 years old, all-American innocence with her long light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. But her body tells a different, more provocative story, lush, curved and ripe, a woman’s voluptuous form that belies her youthful gaze. Her not-so-happening life takes a turn with the arrival of Vincent Morris, her mother’s 36 years old step-brother. Vincent is a storm given human form, tall, powerfully built with dark blond hair and watchful brown eyes that seem to see through every polite pretense. He knew it was illicit, she knew it was wrong, both of them knew it was forbidden, but they couldn't stop themselves from that intoxicating desire. Vincent, the older, dominant guide, introduces Katherine to the art of power that comes from acknowledging desire, to a world where pleasure is a transaction, a language. He teaches her that her body is a formidable instrument and he shows her how to play it. It's all about indulging in those hidden cravings with no boundaries, where pleasure knows no limits and desire is the only rule. Dive into the world of love, lust and forbidden desire.

“It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose to feel the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. What about the big mansions? Situated right beside the lone empty road. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing the beauty of taking a night walk; "who would have thought, this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!" Emilia Vilia-Rosario was dragged into rivalry and a revenge war between,The Pedro's and her family. She was tricked into signing a contracted marriage proposal to Mariano Douglas Pedro, the billionaire heir to Pedro's Fortune.

BLURB Drasa Rurik, a hybrid with silver hair and Onyx eyes, has always lived with the pain of her parents’ mysterious deaths. Now, as she begins her first year at Nightshade School, her life takes an unexpected turn when she agrees to a fake relationship with Cassian Devereux, the heir to the ruthless Umbrafang Pack. What begins as protection against the relentless bullying soon turns into something neither of them anticipated. Drasa begins her pursuit to uncover the truth behind her parents' death, a truth she believes lies with Cassian’s father, Lucien. Drasa finds herself in a dangerous game of power and secrets with the threat of Elara’s jealousy and Lucien’s unyielding control, Drasa must decide whether to embrace her feelings for Cassian or use her powers to destroy the very family that has haunted her for years.

Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇