Stolen Touches

"Strip naked." He commands with an authoritative seductive voice. "Huh! Why?" I asked because his outburst is surprising. "Just..." His voice trailed, as he made his way closer to me. "I want to see you naked." He whispers. I swallowed my saliva hard, as I made my way further inside the suite. Summoning up the courage, I unzip my red gown, while allowing the gown to freely flow down until it touches the floor. He smirks devilishly at me "Touch yourself." He commands. **** Cornelia Jamarreon is a young lady who is diagnosed with stage three cancer. All she ever wanted was to get married before her time on Earth came to an end. Her boyfriend dumped her on her birthday, leaving her so devastated that she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger she knew nothing about. She awoke the next morning to discover that he had stolen her most valuable jewelry. 'Did I give my virginity to a thief?' She asked herself. "What would happen when Cornelia finally finds her Mister handsome? Will his family members accept her and her son?" "Will Cornelia live happily ever after, or will her cancer take her life?" Find out.....

Asul Xyreighn was only ten when she watched her family be slaughtered in front of her eyes—flames, blood, and a killer’s cold smile burned into her memory forever. That night, she lost everything… and was reborn with only one mission: revenge. Now twenty-five, she enters the underworld with a new name and a new face. Her target? Zech Chartreuse—billionaire, assassin, and the man who may have destroyed her life. Her plan was simple: seduce him, earn his trust, and then end him. But nothing about Zech is simple. He’s dangerous. Obsessive. Addicted to her presence like she’s the air he breathes. He takes her to Heaven Island—his secret paradise, where she becomes his obsession, his muse… and his prisoner. What begins as an act turns into nights of forbidden heat, stolen kisses, and whispered truths. Every time he touches her, she forgets why she came. Every time he holds her, she questions her own heart. But when she runs away with a secret he never saw coming—he hunts her down with fire in his eyes and madness in his love. Can she survive the love of a man willing to burn the world just to keep her? Or will her vengeance cost her the only person who ever chose her? This isn’t just a romance. It’s obsession. And once it starts, it never lets go.

In a college world where every hallway is a battlefield of intellect, pride, and desire, Rival Hearts explores the thin line between hate and a love that burns hotter than anyone expects. When fiercely independent Harper Lawson, a chemistry major with a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak, collides with Emery Collins, a confident and ambitious literature student, sparks fly—literally. Their rivalry begins in classrooms and spills into dorms, cafeterias, and late-night campus corners. Harper thrives on rules and routine, while Emery lives for unpredictability and teasing chaos. Every insult, every sarcastic remark, every heated debate draws them closer to a truth neither is willing to admit: attraction doesn’t always ask permission. What begins as antagonism turns into stolen glances, secret touches, and nights filled with whispered confessions and passion that neither can deny. Their friends notice the chemistry, professors are oblivious, and both women struggle with pride, past heartbreaks, and the fear of being vulnerable. As the semester unfolds, Harper and Emery navigate parties, group projects, dorm-room secrets, and the intoxicating highs of desire and intimacy. Amid campus gossip, emotional upheavals, and raw, steamy encounters, Rival Hearts captures the journey of two women learning that love can come disguised as hate, that surrendering to desire can be terrifyingly exhilarating, and that the fiercest rivals often make the strongest partners. Full of witty banter, heart-pounding tension, and intimate romance, this novel is a slow-burning, passionate exploration of the chaos of first love and the unstoppable force of attraction.

"When does a person die, when it stops breathing, when its heart stops beating?" "No a person dies the moment it looses hope, that's when u become an empty shell, a living doll when you have no more expectation from the world, where there are no feelings just emptiness" "Many people would think that immortality is a blessing little do they know that this is the cruellest curse someone can give you" ******** *creepy smile* " Oh Celea you really think that you will ever be able to live me" he was caressing her face, he looked like he was crazy... "what are you talking about?" " I'm saying that you will never be able to escape me, I won't let you go even if you love someone else, you are mine" " your hair belongs to me" touches her hair " your lips belong to me" touches her lips " the eyes that look at me with indifference belong to me" touches her eyes " your heart belongs to me..." his finger went down her neck to her heart, action wich made Celea look at where his finger's at. Claus than goes to her ear and whispers " your whole existence belongs to me Celea"

I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice. His name was Marcus. He swore he’d stay in touch when he left for that “year-long business trip.” Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama. Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start. Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend. Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose. Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn’t know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?

***Warning: Mature Audience Only*** "Mmm, so responsive," he purred, moving his hand to the front of my panties. He swiped a finger over the damp fabric, finding just how wet I was. "Fuck, you're dripping. I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised darkly, voice heavy with desire. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of my thong, stroking through my slick folds. "So fucking good." I moaned wantonly, back arching as he touched me so intimately. It felt incredible, his strong fingers teasing my most sensitive places. He circled my clit and I nearly cried out, the pleasure almost too intense. "Oh god, please," I begged shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, bunny. We're just getting started." Some desires can’t be tamed. Some fantasies demand to be felt. Dive into Midnight Desires: A Collection of Erotic Tales, where passion burns hot, and pleasure knows no rules. From stolen glances that turn into forbidden office affairs, to strangers whose touches feel dangerously familiar, each story is a journey into raw, unfiltered want. Whether it’s a dominant billionaire, a mysterious stranger, or a slow burn between enemies turned lovers, these short stories are made to be devoured—and leave you breathless. Indulge your cravings. You deserve it.

ERAGON And Allan have one thing in common. A goal to get back the stolen heart of magic to revive lukedonia city of dragons that was turned to stone. The 200year old Eragon the shapeshifting dragon prince who was banished when he causes a rebellion to get back his stolen throne from his younger brother king Phil who cheated in a monarch battle for the throne. deceived by his beloved and his mother killed herself before his eye to regain his honor. Loss on what to do. he embarks on a quest to regain his stolen throne and honor. Eragon made a contract with humans dark magician to help him however he was deceived and the heart of magic stolen and the dragon kingdom turned to stone. Eragon embarks on a journey to reclaim his lost honor, correct his mistakes and take back the stolen heart of magic to revive his people however he will have to fight his way to bring it back. ALLAN whose on a revenge mission to kill Eragon who kills his mother. The essence heart of magic was stolen by a dark human magician. in pursuit of the heart of magic and training Allan meets the curse of misfortune princess Felicia of Roland. In a romance and adventure with Felicia, Allan discovers the true story about Eragon

Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.

"Good... I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't f*cking c*m" "Yes, Daddy" * MONALISA I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Lucius Devine, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and c*m. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive sl*t and I was going to break his boundaries until I become Daddy's Little Sub.

.“You should not look at me like that.”Kate turns, slow, heat sliding under her skin. “Like what.” “Like you already know how this ends.” Her breath stutters. “Then stop standing so close.” “I cannot,” Nathan says. “And you should walk away.” Neither of them moves. Kate Brown lives by rules her mother carved into her bones. Be polite. Be careful. Never want what you cannot have. So when she visits her best friend for the holidays, she expects noise, comfort, safety. She does not expect Nathan Reid. Her best friend’s father. Older. Calm. Watching her like he sees straight through the good girl mask she wears so well. Their first meeting lingers long after the night ends. It steals her sleep. It coils in her thoughts. The more she tries to forget him, the louder her body answers. Something inside her wakes up. Something hungry. Something reckless.Her mind screams no while her body leans closer. Stolen glances turn heavy. Accidental touches last too long. Silence becomes loaded. Want becomes dangerous. Every moment with him feels like standing at the edge of a fall she might enjoy too much. Nathan knows better. He knows the line. Single or not, he is forbidden. And yet Kate is everything he should not crave and everything he cannot stop wanting. Caught between control and desire, Kate must choose what to obey. The rules that shaped her. Or the man who makes her feel alive for the first time.