Thick As Daphne

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like. But in the third year of our marriage, someone sent me a private video of a man and a woman. It's from Rosa Conti, the same woman who once drugged Salvatore. In the video, Salvatore's voice is thick with desire. "Darling, of course I remember. The one who should've been in my bed that night was you." Then, Rosa sends me another voice message, taunting, "Arianna Moretti, for three years, he's been dulling your claws, turning you into something soft and spoiled. Everything he did was just to bring me back." However, she doesn't know that when I love Salvatore, I don't mind surrendering to him. And when I no longer love him, he'll face my fiercest vengeance.

On the day Andrew Selwyn is elected as the pack's Beta, we promise to have our bonding ceremony a month later. Seven days away from the ceremony, he suddenly decides to pursue his first love, Lucy Grimm. He wants to make up for the time they had lost apart. If he gets back together with Lucy, he hopes I will give them my blessing. If he can't win her over, he'd let go of his obsession and return to complete the ceremony. He'd spend the rest of his life loving and protecting me. Gazing at his sincere expression, I smile and say, "Alright. As long as it makes you happy, I won't stop you." The moment he turns and leaves, I can no longer hold back my tears. All along, Andrew's heart belonged to someone else. Later, I contact my best friend, Selena Jones, through the mind link. "My bonding ceremony has been canceled," I say flatly, my voice thick with helplessness. "Didn't you want me to lead the research team at your institute out of town? I'll do it. When do we leave?"

“You are mine, Jewel.” He tightened his hand around my neck. “Stop. You are hurting me!” I tried to fight his hold, but he wasn't budging. The dark glares in them didn't ease a bit. “That was the extent of this; to hurt you.” His dark glare locked me in place. “Gold digger.” He sneered in a dark tone. ***** Never in my life did I think I will one day be tied to a billionaire who abhors me. I was given to him, in exchange for my sister who committed the crime. Living with him was like hell on Earth. He doesn't love me and never ceases to tell me that. I was locked, caged and rendered incapable by the man who was supposed to cherish me. He made me ache for death. But not until a chance meeting with a man at a ball caused me to rethink my life. However, that was until I learned that the man I called my husband wasn't who he seemed to be. Under the thick layer of his business suits, lay a sly, ruthless devil who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He's a stalker, a liar and an obsessed man, but he's my husband. And I'm bound to him by law.

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?

He had chosen her, not all other beautiful princesses humans had to offer. ____ "Roselle never once thought she would one day find herself married to a Werewolf, a creature she, and every human, grew up believing to be a savage monster. She had expected she might not be able to speak at all to her husband without trembling but somehow, conversing with him wasn't as dreadful as she thought. She was tense and stammering but she was glad, she wasn't muted because of fear and she wasn't trembling before him as she had thought she would be." "She couldn't take her eyes off his as she slowly lifted her hand to place it in his outstretched one. His eyes were golden yellow, akin to the bright moon, and they were full of life, as if there were many stars swirling within them. Then there were his lashes… they were so indecently long and thick for a man. His lips, his jaw, his nose… every single part of him rendered her speechless. She had never seen another human who had been fashioned with such beauty and perfection. But then again, she remembered that he wasn't human to begin with." Book Two of the Werewolf series.

"You think you will sit on our chest and enjoy all of our money all your life. We don't want you, Zara. Don't ever try to get back here. Remember you are sold and the sold things never get to return back to their original place," Zara rolls down the thick drops of tears as she clutches her clothes with all her might. The line cuts off and there is silence all over the dark room where she is supposed to meet him today. She is scared and she is foreign to the place. She doesn't know who the is the one she is entangled and sold with by her uncle and aunt. Her eyes plays around the room only to find the dark and tall figure standing right behind the door and his blue orbs was only what she could see right now. "Get the out of here or I will make you life just the ," he shouts and her whole body shivers with his hoarse voice. ** He is practically a monster who has always distanced away from people and lived his life completely in an arrogance. He doesn't but he also doesn't love anyone. Will she be able to melt his heart and turn him back to normal young man? Will her lifelong trap be beautiful instead of being a ? Or will it be even worse?**

As a zombie outbreak spreads across the world, my boyfriend insists on delaying our evacuation so his drama-queen childhood sweetheart can catch the last rescue chopper. However, this is the last evacuation after the outbreak, and our team's only chance to survive. When she still doesn't show up, I knock my boyfriend out and haul him onto the helicopter. In the end, his childhood sweetheart is devoured by the surging horde, while I seize the opportunity to escape and start a peaceful, quiet life with him in the safe zone. The night before I am to take command and lead a massive counterattack against the undead, my boyfriend laces my drink with a tranquilizer and dumps me into a swarm of zombies. Thousands of zombies tear me apart, and I die in excruciating pain. He stands on the fortress wall, a cold smile on his lips. "Had you not been so selfish, Esmeralda would've survived. Now, you'll experience her suffering and atone with your life!" Given a second chance at life, I wake up on the day my boyfriend refused to evacuate on time. Since he's so determined to stand by his childhood sweetheart through thick and thin, I'll make sure they both become zombie food!

Book One. He had chosen her, not all other beautiful princesses humans had to offer. ____ "Roselle never once thought she would one day find herself married to a Werewolf, a creature she, and every human, grew up believing to be a savage monster. She had expected she might not be able to speak at all to her husband without trembling but somehow, conversing with him wasn't as dreadful as she thought. She was tense and stammering but she was glad, she wasn't muted because of fear and she wasn't trembling before him as she had thought she would be." "She couldn't take her eyes off his as she slowly lifted her hand to place it in his outstretched one. His eyes were golden yellow, akin to the bright moon, and they were full of life, as if there were many stars swirling within them. Then there were his lashes… they were so indecently long and thick for a man. His lips, his jaw, his nose… every single part of him rendered her speechless. She had never seen another human who had been fashioned with such beauty and perfection. But then again, she remembered that he wasn't human to begin with."

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

Oh yeah,” she let out a strangled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust on the spot. His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust. As she held onto his rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on. *** When Camille’s roommate and best friend Lucia, invites her heartbroken older brother to their apartment for only a month to recuperate, she expects to meet a depressed, quiet and needy ex-lawyer, who lost everything after his heartbreak. However, when Camille meets the drop-dead gorgeous player with a thick British accent when he throws a party at their house, she discovers he is the complete opposite of what she imagined. What happens when Camille finds herself falling hard for the very man she swore to both herself and her best friend, to never feel that way towards. What happens when he makes it extremely difficult for her to resist him and they begin an explicit but forbidden romance without her best friend’s knowledge.