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Mom dies of rage when she discovers that the bride at my wedding has become Nelly Johnson, Harvey Fisher's business partner. My wedding turns into Mom's funeral the moment she breathes her last breath. Despite that, Harvey insists that the ceremony continue as planned. He even orders me to put the wedding ring on Nelly's finger. "Hurry up and put it on! I'll explain everything to you tonight!" he snarls. I ignore him and leave the hotel with Mom's body in my arms. The wedding ends with a banging success at 8:00 pm. Nelly updated her social media with a post that's liked by tens of thousands of people. "I've finally married the light of my life! I'd like to thank a certain homewrecker for leaving after remembering her place." Harvey updates his social media with a similar post. "Those who are unworthy don't deserve to be loved." I like both their posts in the ice-cold morgue. I comment, "I wish you two a lifetime of happiness." Then, I head home with Mom's ashes. When I enter the house, I see Harvey holding Nelly tightly while making out with her.

Insomnia, depression and what's worse, he had absolutely no appetite. Things couldn't get any worse for him. Yet when life had already made him hit rock-bottom, there was nothing left to lose anymore. Thrown into such situation, a young man who wasn't in the best mental condition, suddenly got nicknamed Midnight and found himself visiting the same girl over and over again every night in her backyard. The girl being the same one he had had a crush on years ago. The problem is... This girl has no idea who he is, nor did he have any intention to let her know. In such situation a question arises: How do I make her like me back?

“Midnight Strokes” captures the secretive, rhythmic, deeply physical acts that happen in darkness, driven by raw desire, power play, and mutual hunger. It’s sensual, slightly dangerous, and beautifully ambiguous, suggesting both literal sexual motion and the lingering “strokes” left on memory and skin long after the night ends.

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

The city sleeps under his dominion. He stands at the top of his tower, watching the skyline he built on corpses and contracts. A power play gone wrong leaves blood on his hands and a name on his conscience—the woman he was never meant to see again. Below, she moves through the city unseen, carrying evidence that ties him to a crime buried a decade deep. Their collision begins not with love, but exposure. She’s the variable that can end him—or save him from what he’s become.

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. It is about a woman finding her courage in this world. Upon finding it she craves to relinquish the feeling of always being on the edge of the cliff while being the one who solely helps her family from crumbling into pieces. She was hired by Alessandro as their Assassin in their mafia, but their hearts start to recognize the sparks igniting turning into the indomitable flames of their desires. Their fates are always not in favor, but can they test fate and vanquish the plague surrounding them. Or are they meant to dwindle and let it destroy them instead of being their salvation? ... “Gattina, I love it when you are in this position, you should do this more often. And the reason next time won't be picking up your black clutch.” She looked up and scowled with amusement dancing in her eyes. Mio Dio. “I bet you do. I look good in a lot of angles sir. But you won't be able to see if I will be performing one.”

WARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY The stories in this collection are highly raw, explicit content. MIDNIGHT DESIRES throws you straight into a story driven by raw desire and real, messy hunger. The scenes are bold and easy to picture, pulling you into a world of forbidden attraction, heated tension, and unapologetic dirty talk. Nothing is left off the page. This isn’t about sweet romance or gentle touches. It’s about lust tangled with power, danger wrapped around pleasure, and chemistry so intense it feels reckless and impossible to ignore. In this collection, you Will find a desperate intern fingering herself during a job interview with her father's boss, leading to raw office sex on the glass desk. To an engaged woman catching her first lover masturbating to an old video of her, reigniting a dangerous craving just before her wedding. A step-sibling secret affair exploding during family holidays. A boss's wife seducing the young intern at a corporate retreat. A married woman risking everything for overtime quickies with her coworker. A celebrity fan turned into a bound sex toy in a VIP booth. A nurse dominating a patient in the hospital ward at night. And many more. These stories don't hold back. Watch out for domination, oral sex, corporate affairs, multiple partners, bdsm, taboo sex, forbidden pleasure, outdoor sex, threesome, cheating partner, age gaps, deep throating, MILF seduction and fantasies. If you're the kind of reader who craves erotica that leaves you throbbing and desperate, grab your favorite toy now, these stories are going to soak you through. Crack open this book at your own risk. Warning: once you turn the first page, there is no turning back. You'll be hooked, breathless, and devouring every single filthy word until the last drop. This book is rated XXX – 18+ Only

In the seventh year of our marriage, I caught Nolan Garrison kissing his secretary at a bar. He called me shortly after I walked away. "It was just a friendly kiss! What’s with the attitude?" he snapped through the phone. I could hear his friends in the background teasing him and saying that I would be madly jealous while pleading for him not to leave me tonight as usual. Before hanging up, Nolan warned me that he wouldn’t come home if I didn’t apologize. However, I wasn’t bothered by his threat. I didn’t care if he decided to come home or get a divorce. Three minutes later, I posted an update on my social media: “Prioritize self-love and grant others the freedom they seek.”

"Ms. Smith, a complaint has been filed with HR. You have been accused of misusing your personal vehicle for unauthorized commercial activity." The administrative manager dropped a printed copy of the so-called joint complaint onto the desk, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. The company had decided to issue me a fine, placed a formal warning on my record, and revoked my performance bonus for this quarter. I stared at the handwriting on the complaint, then let out a short, incredulous laugh. I recognized it instantly. It was Selena Rogers. The same coworker who had been hitching rides with me to and from work every day for the past three years. It was all because of last night's storm. She had insisted I take a long detour to drive her to the mall so she could pick up her boyfriend, and I had said no. Then, in the break room, Selena's voice carried loud and clear. "Jennifer, I didn't have a choice. "We have to keep work and personal matters separate. The transportation stipend from the company isn't for you to make extra money." Around us, coworkers glanced over, whispering and pointing, as if they had completely forgotten how eager they once were to ask for a ride home. I took a slow breath. "Fine. I accept the company's decision." Then I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Mr. Wallace, I won't be renewing the lease on those two vans. "Yes. The ones that have been picking up and dropping off the admin and sales teams every day, free of charge." For three years, I had been the easygoing one, paying out of my own pocket every month to lease those vehicles so my coworkers could treat it as a perk. If that was now considered unauthorized business activity, then from this day on, everyone could figure out their own way to get to work.

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.