Temptation Bites

She was his stepdaughter by law… but his temptation by fate. A contract marriage_ A stepfather who should be off limits. But when the sparks fly between them, pretending isn’t enough. She’s drawn to him in ways she can’t explain, and he’s trying hard to resist. But desire is a powerful thing—especially when tied to a past they never knew they shared. Can they keep their hands to themselves, or will their forbidden temptation destroy everything?

He was my stepbrother. My rival. My biggest mistake. We swore it would never happen again. But when he moves back in, all grown up and twice as cruel, the rules start to crack. One look, and I’m ruined. One touch, and we’re back where we shouldn’t be. This time, if we fall there’s no pretending it doesn't mean something, especially when I bait him,and he gladly bites into the trap every time. “I'll be the only one to ever fuck you, hurt you, break you, heal you and touch you, if anyone else dares to look at what's mine, I'll fees them their spines myself” he whispers, his teeths digging into my ears as he thrust his throbbing cock into my weeping wet Pussy.

[MATURE CONTENT: DARK REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE] A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden. "Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale. His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer. "Fuck," He tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat.  He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck. "Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons.  "Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin. "We were just dancing," I whisper. He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear. *** Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally.  She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice. Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.

The story revolves around a waiter, Terry, at the Happy Hill pub. Would he overcome the temptation of money to live his own life? Or would he be like rosehip petals that soon be withered?

They say temptation is a sin. But what happens when temptation lives in your house, confesses in your church, or sleeps in the next room? Untamed Desires is a collection of ten forbidden stories that burn with lust, shame, and secrets too dark to confess. From stepfathers and best friends’ fathers to priests, professors, lovers who should never touch, irresistible male-male attraction, and more — each story drags you deeper into a world where boundaries are broken and the only rule is that there are none. These aren’t just love stories, they are obsessions. And once you start, you’ll understand why some sins were never meant to be forgiven.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

Omegas are born weak. Hermosa was born to survive. When Hermosa discovers her secret lover—Raphael, future Alpha—betraying her in the worst way, she runs. Bleeding, terrified, she crashes into the private suite of Ragal, the cold Lycan King who should have killed her… but doesn’t. Then Raphael finds her. Jealous. Unhinged. Deadly. He bites her—marking her by force only to be burned and weakened by her blood. And just as he tries to finish her, Ragal tears through the night to save her again. Hermosa wakes in the King’s arms with no memory… only a dangerous pull toward him. Between a murderous Alpha and a possessive Lycan King, Hermosa must uncover the truth: She isn’t just an Omega. She’s something powerful and both men will fight to claim her.

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly

Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church. Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix. When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist. In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.