Stop It You're Scaring Him

Within the circle, everyone knew I had been Leo’s most devoted, submissive admirer. For thirteen years, I chased him relentlessly, transforming myself from an uneducated, middle-school-dropout, illegitimate child of a wealthy family into an Ivy League economics master’s graduate. Only then did his mother finally acknowledge me, and I became Mrs. Smith. However, after the wedding, I no longer meddled in Leo’s company, cooked, or served him. While he stayed up late planning strategies for his first love, I traveled the world with friends. He would accompany her to Paris fashion shows, and I celebrated my cat’s birthday at home. I understood that a commercial marriage could never produce love. Everything I had poured my heart into was just my own foolish obsession. In my past life, I handled his company’s internal conflicts for him. Yet, he frowned, scolding, “You’re reaching too far.” I cooked soups for his stomach ailments, only to see him hand them off to his overworked first love, brushing it off, “She works harder than I do.” Even on the day I had a car accident, he lit fireworks across the city just to see her smile. I begged him, but he looked down at me from above. “Nicole, what we have is only a transaction.” Then, I opened my eyes and found myself back at our engagement banquet, watching him leave midway to comfort his heartbroken first love. This time, I did not chase after him. Instead, I picked up the microphone and said before all the guests. “Sorry, everyone. My engagement with Leo is canceled.”

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

When Alpha heir, Eddie Beaumont finally feels the pull of the one fated to love him forever, he expects a woman. A luna to stand beside him, strengthen the pack,, like his mother did for his father. But fate laughs. The moon goddess makes her first mistake. Because the scent that calls to him, the person that makes his soul sing, is a man. Noah Harrow. A brooding man who hates the world and seems to hate Eddie even more. Noah wants nothing to do with Eddie, and this should make him happy, after all, there has never been a man with another man for a mate. But Noah is all he can think about, his mind is consumed with the one man who wants nothing to do with him. With every rejection Noah sends his way, Eddie wants to own him even more. But somethings are better off leaving them alone, which Eddie will soon enough, find out.

When Meave Delaney's first private dance at a strip club, leads her to a man who questions her choice of profession, the last thing she expected was to see him again, that too, as her boss in her day job. Him, Hunted by a past that seemed to chase him no matter how far he ran, he is sinking further into a place he knew would be difficult to crawl out of. Her, Growing up too fast sure had its effects, with a father who wishes to kick the bucket more than anything in the world, she's falling into the very life she fought to stay away from. Dark, There's one thing the darkness promised ... No expectations. Sometimes passion and love are all we need to stop ourselves from driving into that dark hole, but sometimes, passion and love pulls you further into it. But for Meave and Cohen, it was just Him, Her & Dark.

I've been married to Shawn Ford for three years, and he's humiliated and insulted me throughout. When he's with his friend, he brags, "The woman my Uncle Cameron can't have is licking my boots. I want to laugh whenever I see her sucking up to me." It wouldn't ever occur to him that I'm frequently in his uncle's bed, covered in hickeys and love bites he leaves on my body.

Thandiwe's the sweetest girl you could ever meet, big brown eyes, perfect smile. She loves writing, cats and k drama. She's the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect friend. Perfect except for her toxic love life, her attachment issues have her clinging to the wrong guy and she can't seem to let him go. Perhaps it's the way he holds her close, the way he always leaves her breathless and begging for more, the way he's the only one who truly brings out the other side of her. One thing is certain though she's wrapped around he's little finger and she's not sure if she could ever get out. Until she mets Jason Miller, lead singer of one of the most world known rock bands. Their relationship seems friendly at first but being friends with a rockstar changes her life in ways she couldn't have ever imagined. Jason also seems to have he's own demons that need taming. Is he the one to finally mend her broken heart or are they better off just staying best friends?

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

"Orion, My chest aches 😭😭. "Let me help you uncle" said Orion A nephew obsessed with his simple Uncle. NB: non incest.

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔—𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. I chose him. I was forced to. But I never expected Mateo Marcelli to be battling his demons. Known as the most ruthless consigliere, he seals every deal—whether his enemies agree or not. The world fears him. The underground bows to him. And now, I’m bound to him. His presence is demanding—dangerous, all-consuming. I should run, I should fear him before he consumes me too. But something about his glare when his eyes look at me, it sets me ablaze. Twisting fear into desire. My heart whispers a truth my mind refuses to accept: Mateo Marcelli will never hurt me. Even when he offers me an escape... 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆.

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"