Thinking Fast And Slow Novels & Stories

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"

Alissa Lawrence is a hard-working girl. She has a sister Jade, 16, and they both are extremely supportive of each other. Their parents died in a car accident a few years ago. Alissa has no idea, that her life is going to change, after that night, the most scaring night of her life. As she is thinking that her life has come to an end, there is nothing left to live, she has no idea that she is going to enter in a new life. Eric Williams who is the biggest billionaire of New York City, his father is getting him married to a girl whom he don't even love. Eric wants to live his life in his own way, he likes that logo of 'play boy' he has earned. He is thinking that his life is shattering down, he will not live the life he love. But he don't have any idea that Alissa is going to enter in his life and is going to change him completely. Now, what will happen when two completely different people will meet each other. Will they attract or repel?

🔞 Content Note 18+ ONLY. This is a dark reverse harem romance with explicit sexual content, possessive/obsessive behavior, and emotionally intense dynamics. … Mila Torres joins the Frost City Titans as their new sports therapist—expecting pressure, injuries, and difficult players. She doesn’t expect four of them to become obsessed with her. The disciplined Captain who breaks his own rules. The silent Goalie who watches her too closely. The aggressive Enforcer who turns dangerously possessive. The reckless Rookie who falls too fast to stop. What starts as professional boundaries quickly blurs into something far more intense. Because the Titans don’t share. And Mila is becoming the one thing they all want.

Beatrix paused for a second to think about what Miss Lorelei had just said. "The offer was tempting. Was Paxton really going to change her life if she agrees to spend a night with him?" She had to think this through. "Well, permit me to think about it" she said after being silent for some minutes. "Okay, but you know how these billionaires are! It's hard to come by this kind of opportunity" "Yeah, I know" Beatrix nodded still thinking hard, she knew she needed to think fast before the opportunity slips away. Beatrix is a young lady who tries to balance her life between two jobs. Working in a coffee shop could pay some of her bills but that wasn't all she wanted, she had always dreamt of living a comfortable life, her quest for that kind of lifestyle and her love for dancing made her go into stripping. After so many requests by a famous billionaire, Paxton to spend a night with him, she finally agrees! Will spending a night with the billionaire change her life for better or worse?

Jessica a young workaholic marketing executive feels that she has just met the love of her life, Roger, he is extremely attractive and ticks all of her personality boxes. After a night of passion, she wakes one morning to find Roger covered in blood. she screams hysterically thinking he is dead but he grabs her arms, looks deep into her eyes, and tells her calmly, "Jessica, the blood is not mine."

Gamma’s daughter, Frankie was forced to marry one of the Alpha’s sons while thinking her heart belonged to the other, but what if neither brother is who they seemed to be and Frankie’s life was sacrificed for something much darker? Vengeance was not something any one expected, and through her quest of it, Frankie finds herself a beast to love in the end.

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.

Mature Content Warning. This book is made mainly for adults. It contains explicit sex scene, Affair partner (cheating), strong languages, and Every other mature themes. You're welcome to read at your pleasure 😜😜😜 Poppy's Secret Confession {Steamy Diary} brings you the full confession of a married woman's raw, unapologetic *true-life woven into fantasy* erotic stories where all her fantasies weren't just fantasies that she imagined, she lived them. leaving behind tension and embracing, exploring and allowing pleasure to take over. These stories are fast, hot, messy with a twist in most erotic way.

“Please… please don’t kill me,” Lily begged with blood and tears streaming from her face as the big wolf hovered over her. “I’ll give you anything you want… money… anything!” she sobbed. The big wolf studied her for a few seconds and then in one haul, he pulled her car from the ditch where it was upturned and set it on the road. But as soon as it set the car on the road, Lily pumped the ignition as fast as she could and sped off leaving a wake of dust in her trail. As she drove, her eyes darted between the road ahead and the rearview mirror nothing with fear that the Big Wolf was chasing her. He was gaining in on her… it was only a matter of seconds before he’ll get her and tear her apart. She drove as fast as she could, crying and begging on the universe to save her. Suddenly the path curved, surprising Lily who wasn’t expecting the path to take such turn. With full speed, she veered of the road and drove right into a tree. She could hear the pounding paws of the Big Wolf… even in her dying state, he didn’t want to relent. “Moon goddess, please!” she murmured in her head, tasting her blood which was flowed from her face to her mouth. Just before the darkness enclosed her… she saw it rush towards her, was this really her end?

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.