Stolen Kiss

Willow Creek was supposed to be her refuge. It was supposed to be a quiet town where Isabella could rebuild her shattered life. After being humiliated, she was determined to remain hidden and start a new life. But when she meets Noah, a low-key, dangerously handsome man with haunted grey eyes, she is drawn into him instantly. What Isabella doesn’t know is that Noah is no ordinary man. A centuries-old vampire kind who has abandoned his throne after the loss of his beloved. Noah has spent years hiding in willow creek, and after meeting her, he vowed to keep his distance but her intoxicating presence awakens desires he thought was long buried. As their love grows stronger, ghosts of their pasts begins to awaken. In a town where vampires, witches, and fae collide, will their love be enough to defy all odds?

"Fuck," I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. "You've driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?" I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. "For that, I'm going to pump so deep, you'll see stars." "Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider as I go down and take a long, sweet whiff of her pink pussy. "I'd like that very much, Daddy. Please me. Please, Daddy...fuck..." I take the first lick, my fingers digging into her laps as she moans out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh my God." One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I've rested them on my shoulders. "Damien." I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she's crying out. "What do you really want from me, little girl?" "Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." ------------- Warning: This book is intended for 18+ audiences. It is an erotic boxset, containing seventeen original erotic short stories. Steamy, fun, and fulfilling, just how ya'll like it.

Just because I forget to bring my mate's lover back—leaving her alone in the wilderness for three hours—he flies into a rage and throws me into an abandoned well in the desolate countryside. "You need to experience the torment that Belinda was put through." The well is deep and narrow, forcing me to curl up in my wolf form. I struggle to breathe. I plead for mercy and beg for forgiveness. However, all he does is tell me off icily. "Stay there and repent for your sins. You'll only understand the dignity required of a Luna once you learn your lesson from this." He orders his men to seal the well with a large boulder. I let out anguished howls and roars as I claw my way upward. However, I only fall back down over and over again. The walls of the well are covered in my claw marks. I continue like this until I can't make a sound through my parched throat. … Half a month later, my mate's heart softens when he sees the birthday gift I've prepared in advance for him. He decides to end my punishment. Unbeknownst to him, worms and snakes have already gnawed my body beyond recognition at the bottom of the well.

Jayden Hawley believed love could redeem anything. Until one reckless night binds him to Ronan Dortmund, a man who believes power is love. Caught between obsession and survival, Jayden learns that in Ronan’s world, affection is never given but claimed. And when secrets begin to surface and leaving becomes far more dangerous than staying, Jayden is forced to question what he believes in. Does love really redeem?

She is still married. And already falling apart. To the world, she is Mrs. Chris Robinson. Elegant. Loyal. Untouchable. Married to one of Britain’s most powerful men. Behind closed doors, her marriage is quiet, passionless, and slowly suffocating her. Chris does not touch her anymore. Does not look at her the way husbands should. Does not notice her thirst to be wanted. Sebastian Cross does. Chris’s greatest rival. The man whose name sparks fury in boardrooms and rivalry in headlines. The one man she should never feel drawn to. What begins as stolen glances and accidental meetings turns into something dangerous. Something aching. Something she can no longer deny. Every encounter with Sebastian reminds her of everything her marriage lacks. Desire. Heat. Choice. She has not divorced yet. But her heart is already slipping. And when Chris finally realizes his wife is slipping away, he will face the one truth he cannot control. She is no longer starving quietly. And Sebastian Cross is more than willing to feed her hunger.

Cassidy is a loving daughter, sinusunod niya parati ang utos sa kanya at ang gusto ng mga magulang niya. Pero paano kung ang pabor na hilingin sa kanya ay may kasamang panlilinlang? Especially the person she tasked to get close is to one fewest men she hate the most?

(Warning 🔞) “Dari semua pria… kenapa kamu menciumku?” --Xeyren. “Karena kurasa, dunia ini telah salah menentukan tokoh antagonisnya.” --Lovelle. *** Lovelle White tewas setelah bunuh diri karena terjun dari jembatan, saat tiga orang pria hendak memperkosanya. Namun alih-alih mati, Lovelle justru masuk ke dalam dunia novel yang belum selesai ia baca, dan terbangun di dalam tubuh salah satu tokoh bernama Daniela. Daniela adalah pelayan sekaligus mata-mata yang bertugas mengawasi Xeyren Crow, sang tokoh antagonis sekaligus pria paling berbahaya dalam cerita. Namun masalahnya, Daniela pun mati di halaman ke-lima, dan di tangan Xeyren. Maka untuk mengubah takdir tragis itu, Lovelle pun melakukan sesuatu... Yaitu mencium Xeyren. Dan malam itu, Lovelle selamat dari kematian. Namun alur cerita yang semakin melenceng jauh membuat Lovelle terjebak bersama Xeyren dan dunianya yang gelap. Lalu apa yang terjadi saat Luca Montclair, sang tokoh protagonis sekaligus karakter utama dalam buku, juga menginginkan Lovelle? Terjebak dalam dunia novel, di antara penjahat dan pahlawan, Lovelle pun semakin yakin bahwa cerita ini memang sudah salah... Sejak awal mulanya. ***

The narrative starts a year ago. When it was discovered that she was the daughter of a noble traitor, the imperial family issued an order for her execution. Numerous aristocrats cheered consequently, including the true daughter of the Lafera family and her beloved former fiancé Casimir Romana. Formerly a beautiful lady and crown princess, Solstice Lafera was imprisoned and given the death penalty. She knew she would die permanently if she was put to death. Fortunately, she was reborn three significant years before her execution. This time, can she accomplish her goals with the aid of fate?

“Okay let me rephrase the question, why did you just kidnap me?!” I ask unaware if he wasn’t quite keeping up with what was happening! “I wouldn’t call it kidnap; I was simply taking what is mine.” He replies with a dangerous look in his eye, I take a step backwards from shock and also, quite a bit of fear for a second. “I’m not sure what you think is going on here, but I can assure you that I’m not yours.” I tell him point blank, I don’t know what day and age he thinks we’re living in but nowadays, you can’t just go around and claim someone is yours. “I can assure you, every inch of you belongs to me, your whole being is mine.” He says in a growl like tone, his eyes seeming to go a shade darker as he spoke. ~~ Liv and her friends plan a weeks gateway in a hidden cabin in the woods, all of them needing a break from the year they had endured. But none of them would have guessed the real outcome of the trip. The day soon rolls around for them all to head home, but that wasn’t where Liv would end up. She takes one last walk around the property when she’s grabbed from behind and taken deep into the woods. She’s sucked into a world of mates, wolves, and terrifying vampires. Stories of an unknown Luna who was to save the werewolf kind as a whole were told to Liv on numerous occasions. But maybe those stories were not just fairytales. Can she learn to accept her mate and fight for her new life? Who will she succumb to the dangerous creatures that lurk outside the borders?

Every witch awakened a gift when she came of age. Mine was simple. I could siphon my husband's fortune. On Christmas Eve, my husband spent 20,000,000 on a ring and proposed to his mistress as if he were buying a headline. The trending page exploded. Everyone waited to see how quickly I would be thrown out. The pathetic wife was finally swept out the door. When I stayed quiet, Jasper Prescott's tone turned playful, almost indulgent. "She's just a kid. She wanted the whole 'moment.' Your place isn't going anywhere." Then he added, as if assigning me a chore, "She's young. She can't handle things. Pay more attention to the engagement party's details." As though he feared I might cause trouble, he slid a black card across the table with casual ease. "Babe, you know what I value most," he said. "You being sensible." I pinched the cold card between my fingers, smiled, and nodded. No one knew the rule hidden inside our marriage. After we married, every time Jasper betrayed me, I took a piece of his fortune, stripping it from him one point at a time and adding it to my own. Once Christmas was over, I would take whatever he had left.