Tiny Taboo

Luciano Everyone thought my wife was dead, but I never stopped searching for her. When I finally found her, the timid young woman I forced to marry me was all gone. In her place was a fiercely independent woman who hated my guts. I might have deserved it. But did it stop me from dragging her, her secret child and her best friend back to New York City with me? Absolutely not. My wife belonged with me and it was time I proved it to her. Grace Life on the run had some benefits. Your mobster husband could no longer use you. Nor could your rotten family who wanted you dead. Instead, I was living my best life ever in a tiny Sicilian village with my son and best friend. Until we were found. My husband dragged us all back, but this time I was determined to fight him. I wouldn’t fall for his charms and hot kisses again because I had so much more to lose this time around. If only my heart would get on board with my plans.

PSA: This book has high smut intensity, intoxicating chemistry and compelling family and sibling rivalry. Aanoni Adukolapo was raised to lead. He is disciplined, charismatic, egoistic, and heir to a fortune. At twenty-eight, he has carved his name into a perfume empire, a revolt against his father’s tight reins. But power has never unsettled him the way Ere does. Ereadurami is thirty-five: elegant and dangerously alluring. The kind of woman who should be sacred, a taboo, and off-limits in Yoruba culture. Her boutique displays her clothing artistry, work of a master. She is sweet, refined, but behind that subtle demeanor lies a hungry succubus. What begins as a random suggestion inside her boutique soon spirals into a hunger neither of them can resist. Every glance, every stare, every breath is calculated, meant not to seem weak. She is older, forbidden, and everything his father would use to destroy him. But the closer Aanoni gets to Ere, the harder it becomes to care about consequences. Desire is intoxicating, hypnotic and surrendering to her might be the most reckless, irresistible rebellion of all. Ere’s Scent is a sensual and erotic tale of age-gap temptation, power, and passion where legacy clashes with lust, where rebellion clashes with passion , and one forbidden woman could bring an empire to its knees.

Isang mainit na kasalanan, Isang maoabganib na relasyon. Isang babaeng nilaspag, hindi lang sa kama- kundi sa emosyon. Cassandra Dela Cruz isa a sweet, innocent employee who made the mistake of fantasizing about her dangerously seductive boss, Dominic Velasquez. I sang beses lang sana. Isang lihim lang. Pero nahuli sya- at hindi lang sya pinatawad... Nilaspag siya. "Gusto mong tignan ako habang naliligo? Simula ngayon, ako na mismo ang lalapit sa'yo...hubad." Simula noong gabi ng kasalanan, naging para siyang laruan- hinihila sa dilim, sinusunog sa init ng katawan, at itinatapon sa umaga na parang walang nangyari. Ngunit habang palalim nang palalim ang pagnanasa, mas lalo ring mas nagiging mapanganib ang lahat- lalo na't may fiancee na pala si Dominic. Lust. Possession. Obsession. Betrayal Kung kasalanan na ang tawagin, bakit masarap? Kung hindi ka puwedeng mahalin, bakit siya bumabalik- balik? Warning: This novel contains intensely explicit scenes, taboo power dynamics, and emotional destruction. Read at your own risk- and fall dangerously in love.

“Applologize to daddy….” Dante muttered softly into her ear and Elena quivered her pussy waiting to be filled by his cock. “I am sorry for being a bad girl Daddy... Please take me.” she cried sexually frustrated. After bumping into a stranger unapologetically and flaring up instead of apologizing, Elena meets with the consequences of her action a week after the resumption. Their physiology teacher has just been changed and Elema being the class representative was assigned to submit some paperwork to the new professor, not only did she barge in to meet him wanking off, he turned out to be the man she had unapologetically humiliated the other day at the mall he sent her out of his office promising to make her pay in all ways possible. He makes her pay for her action by offering her a C instead of the usual A and the only way to change his mind is to sleep with him, after one sexual action, both professor and student have neglected the rules by drenching themselves in the taboo act unable to resist the sexual desire that existed between them. With so many obstacles hoping to rip them apart what becomes of them when Elena finds out that there is more to Dante than being just a professor.

Warning: This is an erotic novel that contains a possessive alpha male who can't keep his hands off his woman. "Trying to escape?" a voice boomed from the hall, causing me to freeze at the familiar voice. I spun around to see Giovanni's gaze fixed on me as he leaned out of the wall, a huge cigarette in his mouth. My heart raced, but I maintained a stoic expression, "I was going to the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, not believing me. "The restroom is on the left, while you're taking the right leading to a back exit," his tone laced with suspicion. I faked a shocked expression. "I didn't know," I lied. Giovanni neared me, slowly backing me against the door. "You see, I haven't marked you, and I would be terrified if you got lost," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling threat and amusement. He began peeling off the tiny straps of my dress from my shoulders, his eyes growing darker. "Do you have another pair of underwear?" I trembled, "Yes, Why?" "Because, my darling, I'm about to rip this one," he replied, his eyes glinting darkly.

"I'm six weeks pregnant," spoke a woman behind him, caressed her flat abdomen. She looked at him coldly, tried to meet his gaze. "My child needs a father. He needs you, Klaud!" "Abort the baby," he coldly replied and looked deeply into her weary, sullen emerald eyes. He gulped, guilty of everything that had happened that night. "My reputation will be in vain, Dianna. I... I can't bear to lose the company I've built for so many years!" Tears flew into her cheeks as she listened to him. She never thought he was a type of cold-hearted man who was willing to abort his child, his own flesh and blood. Dianna turned her back at him and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. Her heart shattered into tiny pieces as she walked away from the man who captured her heart since that night. "Forgive me, honey, your daddy is a jerk. We don't need him and he will never see you, never!" She whispered with bitterness in her voice and regretted for sleeping next to Klaud Anderson, an alpha and Dianna's possessive master

Broken. That's one word that can be used to describe Adrienne Knight. For her, life has no meaning. Made to believe she was no more than a piece of worthless property, Adrienne developed a rather grim outlook on life, and rightly so. Happiness seemed to elude her at every turn. From a mate that turned bad, to being tortured within an inch of her life by the same person she thought would protect her. She trusts no one and sees everything as a threat. When Alpha Lucas finds his mate, she isn't what he'd expected. She was a shattered puzzle he had to put together, piece by tiny piece. Some pieces are lost and he has to make new ones, making his job that much harder. It tugs at his heart when she flinches when he touches her, or when she braces for a hit at every movement of his. He wants to kill every person responsible for the mess that was his mate. But slowly, he manages to pull her from her downward spiral and into the light. Their love is one borne from darkness and pain and not even the joined forces of heaven and hell can tear them apart.

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

He demoted me. Humiliated me. Made my life a living hell. And now, he's claimed me as his. When ruthless billionaire Nathan Bryant bought the company I worked for, I became his favorite target. One day I had a promotion waiting—the next, I was nothing but a data entry clerk beneath his cold, piercing gaze. I should have quit. I should have run away and never looked back. But I couldn't afford to. So I stayed, enduring his cruelty, surviving his games... until the night everything changed. The night he saved me. The night he kissed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. Now I'm trapped between his arms and his secrets, drowning in a love I never saw coming. There was just one tiny problem: He's the stepbrother of my best friend—the girl who was betrayed by his family. Loving him means losing her forever. And when the war for control turns deadly, I'm caught in the crossfire. But will our love be enough to survive the wreckage? Or will we both burn in the flames of forbidden desire?

I'm betrothed to Hylton Miller from the moment I'm born. For as long as I can remember, he protects and loves me like I'm already his wife. Even if I get a tiny splinter on my hand, he holds it carefully as he gently clips it away. That is, until the young woman his family sponsors offends a client and is about to be sent to Zubania. He drugs me with a glass of wine. When I wake up, I'm in a foreign country and trapped in an illegal factory. Here, I endure inhuman abuse, torment, even humiliation... At my lowest, when despair almost swallows me whole, that sponsored young woman appears before me in a pristine, custom-made white gown. She smiles sweetly and presses the play button on a voice recording. And from the speaker comes the voice I long for every day and night. "It's fine. Alina's the young lady of the Winslet family—they won't do anything to her. But Priscilla? She's different. Worst case, I'll make it up to Alina when she gets back…" In that moment, it feels like someone tears my heart open with their bare hands.