Stealing Glances

“Now tell me who you belong to?” Rael rasped, their breaths mingling together. He was her sister's fiancé, yet here he was, fucking her like he owned her. The feeling of being on the bed of the man her sister plans on marrying next month brought a sense of accomplishment to her being. “I'm yours, Rael. Fuck! I'm yours!” she almost screamed with another hard jab of his waist. “Wrong answer.” he muttered, pulling out of her just as she had almost reached her peak. … Blood seeped out of her chest just moments before she saw the other side of her stepsister. The sister who she trust most had not only sold her out to be raped by men from the black market, but had also had her murdered her. Her boyfriend, whom she thought loved her the most, had also been cheating on her all along. Feeling betrayed, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes as she bled, yet there was nothing she could do. She died. But fate gives her a second chance, letting her go back in time a month before her sister's wedding. She will make everyone who hurt her pay. And the first step is stealing her sister's Fiancé, Rael Morgan–A billionaire known for being the coldest man in Country M. To own him and to watch her sister break, just like how she had broken. But never would she have expected things to turn out the way it did. He now owned her, refusing to let go. What starts as her own plot spirals into something darker. He possesses her. He makes her his woman.

I run into my former sister-in-law, whom I haven't seen in ages, during a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Wynne Jenkins glances at my belly. And just like she always does, her face crinkles with disdain as she starts nagging me. "Look at you, wandering around with a pregnant belly at your age," she hollers. "What if something happens to my baby nephew? Can't you be a little more sensible and stop making Sean worry all the time?" She must have forgotten. A year ago, Mom was gravely ill. Her only wish was to see me married with children. I staked everything and proposed to Sean Jenkins. On our big day, I waited from dawn until nightfall—only to receive a 30-second voice message from him. "I won't show up at the ceremony, and I won't marry you. This is what you get for bullying Lav." Mom was so enraged by Sean's recklessness that she suffered a heart attack and passed away. After taking care of her funeral, I erased every trace of myself. With what little I had left, I fled Horton—while Sean was still abroad, skiing with Lavender Quinn. And yet now, Wynne says, "Sean spends more than two weeks every month flying around looking for you. He's lost nearly 20 pounds in less than a year. "He's been waiting for you, Janelle. Now that you're back, please stay and build a family with him." I smirk and raise my hand, flaunting the ring on my finger. "Sorry, I like to keep a low profile. I'm already married, but we kept the ceremony simple. That's why you didn't know."

At Manatee high, where wealth whispers through the marble halls and last names open doors, Emma Carter stands out for all the wrong reasons. She’s there on a scholarship — smart, quiet, and completely out of place among the designer uniforms and polished smiles. Her father works long hours as a construction worker, and her mother’s absence still echoes through every choice she makes. All Emma wants is to survive senior year unnoticed. Connor Hayes Charming, confident, and born into old money, he moves through school like he owns it — because, in a way, he does. But behind the perfect image lies someone quietly restless, bored of the shallow routines and expectations his family forces on him. When a class project throws Emma and Connor together, their worlds collide. What starts as polite conversation turns into stolen glances, late-night talks, and moments that make Emma question everything she’s been taught about people like him. For the first time, Connor finds someone who doesn’t care about his last name — someone who sees him. But no everyone is happy about it ,The whispers start. And soon, Emma isn’t sure if she’s part of Connor’s world — or just an experiment in rebellion. As emotions deepen, the line between love and heartbreak blurs. Emma learns that privilege comes with its own cages, and Connor realizes that sincerity can’t be bought. Together, they must decide whether what they have can survive the pressure of judgment, jealousy, and fear — or if love alone isn’t enough to bridge two very different worlds. “Emma and Connor” is a coming-of-age romance about class, courage, and finding where you belong — even when the world tells you that you don’t.

# Lost in Madness In the gilded halls of high society, where bloodlines matter more than hearts, Dabe has always lived in the shadow of her wealthy cousin Sally. Raised together like sisters, their bond seems unbreakable—until love tears it apart. Sally Williams-Hartwell has been groomed since childhood for one purpose: to marry Andrew Williams and strengthen the alliance between two powerful families. She's loved him from afar for years, dreaming of their destined union. But fate has other plans. When Andrew meets Dabe in high school, their connection is instant and electric. What begins as stolen glances becomes a passionate secret affair that spans years. Dabe knows she's betraying everything—her family's trust, her cousin's dreams, and the rigid social order that governs their world. Yet she cannot resist the pull of a love that feels more real than anything she's ever known. As graduation approaches and family pressure mounts, Andrew faces an impossible choice. Bound by duty and family honor, he must marry Sally despite his heart belonging entirely to Dabe. On Sally's wedding day, Dabe stands as maid of honor, watching the man she loves pledge himself to her dearest friend. The ceremony is perfect, the families satisfied, the alliance secured. But as Andrew slips the ring onto Sally's finger, something fractures inside Dabe's carefully constructed world. In the aftermath of the wedding, as Sally begins her new life as Mrs. Williams,.The weight of her secret, the agony of watching Andrew with Sally, and the guilt of her deception begin to consume Dabe. In a society where duty trumps desire and appearances matter more than truth, how far will she go to claim what she believes is rightfully hers?

Bella had spent her whole life feeling invisible. No matter how much she longed for love, it always slipped through her fingers. How could it not, when her twin sister, Ella, was the perfect one? The one everyone adored? The one who could do no wrong? And Bella? She was just there. A painful reminder of the sister they lost ,Isabella. The sister whose death was somehow Bella’s fault. The stares, whispers, anxiety, sleepless nights, sleepwalking that blurred the line between dreams and reality, but she had learned to live with it . But then, Ella’s wedding changed everything. Ella was supposed to marry ,scout Cromwell. Cold. Ruthless. A man people feared more than they admired. But the night before the wedding, she disappeared. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. And Bella? They didn’t ask her. They made her take Ella’s place. From the moment she met Scout’s gaze , she knew she was trapped. Those dark, unreadable eyes held a silent promise,I own you now. No escape. Hatred turned into something else. Something dangerous. It crept in slowly, in stolen glances and quiet moments. In the way his touch, once ice-cold, started to linger. In the way he looked at her like she was finally worth seeing. For the first time in her life, Bella felt wanted. And just when she dared to believe it was real. Ella came back. Now, they all expect her to step aside. To diappear like she always does . But how can she, when ,for the first time ,someone is finally seeing her? When, for the first time, she’s the one being chosen? Is she really supposed to disappear again? Or will she finally fight for the love she never thought she’d have?

Delilah thought she married the perfect man. Charming. Respectable. Devoted. But then she discovered the man she trusted was a fraud — cheating behind her back, controlling her every move, and secretly stealing from the people who once believed in him. Her marriage wasn’t love. It was a trap. And when she lost the child she was carrying, alone, abandoned, and broken in a cold hospital bed, everything shattered. That’s when he returned. Thorne Weston. The estranged, adopted brother her husband never spoke of. The boy who once made her college life hell — cruel words, wicked smirks and relentless taunts. He's her tormentor. Her shadow. The one who looked at her like he wanted to ruin her… and maybe always did. He disappeared after graduation. Vanished. Forgotten. But now he’s back — colder, richer, and far more dangerous. And he’s watching her. And when she breaks down in the hospital, barely breathing through grief, he corners her in the shadows and makes her an offer that freezes her blood — and sets her body ablaze. “You want revenge? I want you. Be mine… and I’ll destroy him for you.” She should scream. She should hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the fire curling in her belly every time he whispers her name. Hate doesn’t make her knees tremble when he steps too close, smelling of smoke, leather, and sin. And hate isn’t what makes her crave the rough, twisted salvation only he can give. Because Thorne Weston is no longer a cruel boy with a chip on his shoulder. He’s a man forged in violence. Obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. And he doesn’t just want her — he owns her. Body. Soul. And every shattered piece her husband left behind.

Everyone says I have the face of an angel. However, I choose to take a knife and slash my own beautiful face. When my twin sister sees the drastic change in my appearance, she loses it and screams at me, wanting to know why I ruined my face. In my past life, she couldn't stop stealing food deliveries. When our next-door neighbor caught her, she shoved the pregnant woman so hard that she miscarried. The woman was seven months along, and both she and her baby died. But my sister just shrugged it off, bragging that she was some popular influencer, and two pathetic lives didn't matter. She even slapped down a 50-dollar bill like it was nothing, just to humiliate them. "Still trying to scam my money? For all we know, that woman's baby was already dead inside her. Your family must've done pretty awful things to deserve losing two lives like that!" When the dead woman's family showed up at our door with kitchen knives, ready for revenge, my sister chickened out and hid. Before that, she tricked me into coming home instead. The second I walked up to our front door, the grief-stricken husband slashed at my neck, severing the artery. I died right there on the spot. After I died, everyone spat on my memory. They all said I got what I deserved, and my parents covered up what my sister really did. She even had the nerve to come forward and apologize for me, cashing in on my death while hooking up with my boyfriend. The two of them became this perfect couple online and made tons of money. This time around, I decide to destroy my face. I want to see how she will steal my identity and pin her crimes on me now!

Behind every forbidden glance or every reckless touch, is a secret too dangerous to resist. From the lecture hall to the royal court, from quiet bedrooms to gilded stages. Dark Seduction lures you into the shadows where lust, power, and obsession collide. These stories unravel desires told to deny, teacher and student, bodyguard and singers, lawyers and client, kings and maids, lovers turned enemies. Some sins are whispered. Others are screamed in the dark and All of them will leave you breathless. Indulge in eleven volumes of forbidden desire, where every chapter is soaked in heat, danger, and surrender. ********************* Isaac Hayes wasn’t just anyone. He was my cousin. My mother’s sister’s son. My forbidden crush. “I just—” My voice faltered, my lips trembling before I forced the truth out. “I just wanna taste you.” His gaze darkened. “You want my cock in your mouth, Snow?” he asked. My lips parted, and I felt my cheeks flame. But the need inside me was too strong. I nodded. Isaac’s mouth crushed against mine again, stealing my breath. I melted into it, whimpering softly as his tongue tangled with mine. His hand slid up threading into my hair until his palm gripped the back of my neck, holding me firmly. His lips lingered on mine for a second, then he pulled back just enough to whisper against them. “Say it.” “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger for my cousin's cock. I wanted to choke on his cock so bad. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” “Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. “On your knees, Snow.”

My mate, David Hayes, who is the Alpha, has been cold to me ever since he claimed me as Luna of the pack. He assumes that I gave him a dose of pheromones under the full moon. That was why I got the chance to mate with him and ended up being pregnant so quickly. So, as an Alpha, and for the sake of his reputation, he decides to mark me. That is how I became his "mystery Luna". The pack only knows that he has a Luna, but no one knows it's me. When I gave birth to our pup the next year, he showed no interest in the slightest. When a lupine maid brings the newborn to him, he glances at the pup with disgust and turns away. "Let's hope he's nothing like his mother—scheming, manipulative, and a disgrace to the pack!" I lie in bed, weak and exhausted, but the tears won't stop. … Today, David's childhood friend, Sophia Sinclair, returned to the pack. The moment he heard the news, he lit up with excitement. That night, after coming back from Sophia's place, drunk out of his mind, he pulled our pup into his arms. My son, Joseph Hayes, was over the moon. He snuggled closer to him and whispered to me, "Mom, he hugged me on his own… Does that mean he accepts me now?" I held him tight, tears stinging my eyes. "His mate has come back. We're leaving the pack." What he didn't know was that the healer had already told me I have Wolf Spirit Degeneration, which leaves me only three days to live. Before I die, I'll take Joseph to my parents, where he'll be loved and cared for, and not hated and abandoned by his own father. In three days, David will never see me or our pup again—and for the rest of his life.

"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside. "You like that?" he whispers against my ear. I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping. "Yes," I breathe. He slaps me harder. His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. I moan as he draws me closer to release. “Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair. “Yes, professor.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan. What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price. But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart? Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see. A world full of secrets. A name he no longer claims. And a choice that could destroy them both. ~ She wanted to impress him. Now she may have to save him.