Trembling Hand Equilibrium

"Let's live in together ..." She said those words solemnly in her flat facial expression like reading a formal report. “WHATTT???” The young man blinked his eyes in disbelief several times at the woman in front of him as if she has gone insane. But the firm look on her eyes showed him that she was serious with what she just said before. “I like this apartment. You also like it, right?” “Let’s live in together so we can share the rental fee. After 1 year, we can decide whether we want to extend here or not?” The woman glanced at him once again. Requesting for an answer from his mouth. "How?" The young man turned his head away. He seems irk with this weird request but in other hand, he should admit that everything that she said was makes sense too. Especially for sharing the rental fee. It’s a win - win solution! He’s totally broke! And he is in an urge for finding a new place to stay now! "OK. Deal… ” The two of them shook hands as an agreement. "But I also have a request." The young man said those words while his hand still holding her hand warmly. He stared at her and forming a smile on his face seductively. Arissa frowned and raised her eyebrows confusedly. "What is it?" "You can't fall in love with me ..." She sneered out and a mocking smile curved on her face shortly. "No worries. I'm an asexual after all…. ”

Sophia Smith and Alexander Carter have been friends since high school, but she sees him as more than just a friend. When her father suddenly proposes marriage, she accepts without consideration and Alex was forced to abide by his grandfather's wish, so he married her, but her happiness fades as Alex's indifference takes hold. Determined to win his love, Sophia devotes herself to impressing him, but her efforts were all futile. A year into marriage, Alex files for divorce, accompanied by scandalous pictures that led Sophia to bear the burden of false accusations. Unable to face the distrust of people around her, Sophia disappears with her unborn child. Six years pass, and fate reunites them when Alex becomes Sophia's patient. Guilt clouds Alex's eyes, and his voice trembled with longing as he muttered "Sophia, I've spent years realizing my mistakes. I've regretted every moment since we parted" She spares him a glance "Regret won't mend what you shattered, Mr. Carter. The past is a chapter closed, I've moved on and so should you." He reached out for her hand but she moves away "And what about the twins?" he asks with a voice filled with remorse. Sophia responds curtly "The twins are mine. Alone." On one hand stands her ex-husband, prepared to endure any hardship to reclaim her, and on the other hand stands a friend who is willing to go to great lengths to have her as his own.

"I will reject you," Kahlan cried, "I, Kahlan Kye of pack Crest, reject Alpha Eric as my mate." "No! " Eric screamed, " You can't do this to me!" " No yeah, she already did, " Hardin came from behind and wrapped a hand around Kahlan's waist. Eric Creed was framed by Kahlan for killing her parents. He was her mate but she hated him the moment she discovered the truth about the death of her pack. Every one of her pack was annihilated except for her and her stepsister who wanted Alpha Eric for herself . She doesn't care anyway, since she doesn't even want him. She was however bent on avenging. However, lies were waiting to unfold. What will Kahlan do when she discovers that the hand she took was actually the one responsible for the death of her family. And Alpha Eric was innocent. However, she had already rejected Eric

Agatha Simon, a lady with a heavy burden on her shoulders, made a life-altering decision by signing a contract that would change her fate forever. Her father's debt had become an insurmountable obstacle, and in order to pay it off, she agreed to become a slave. However, this agreement came with a catch - the only way to break free from her enslavement was to seduce the one and only billionaire, Lanceil Grim. As she embarked on her mission, Agatha found herself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was determined to succeed and gain her freedom. On the other hand, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Lanceil's charm and charisma. As their relationship deepened, Agatha found herself struggling to balance her desire for him with her need for independence. Could she really pull off such a daring feat and escape the clutches of her contract if love and lust interfered? The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.

His hand slipped beneath my dress, fingers teasing, testing. My breath stuttered as he dragged his lips over my throat, his voice a rough whisper against my skin. “You’re soaked for me,” Hades murmured, his other hand tightening around my waist. “I could take you right here, make you forget everything but my name.” I clenched my thighs around him, desperate for relief. “You already do.” His low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. “Then let me remind you.” — The Lycan King is cruel, dangerous, and utterly captivating. But to Davina, he is also temptation incarnate—the one man who can unravel her with a touch. As war looms and enemies close in, their passion becomes both their greatest strength and their deepest weakness. Because in a world where power is everything, loving him might just be her downfall.

His fingers ghost along her thigh, feather-light, promising ruin. 'Beg for it, principessa,' he murmurs against her ear, 'or I'll make you come until you forget your own name. Again.'" ______ In the shadowed empires of Europe, Elara Voss is the untouchable princess of the German mafia—beautiful, pure, and groomed for absolute loyalty. But beneath her poised exterior burns a secret craving for chaos. Dante Russo, the ruthless king of Rome's underworld, sees her once and obsesses. With eyes like black fire and a reputation for taking what he craves, he orchestrates her kidnapping on the eve of her arranged marriage, forcing her into vows at gunpoint. Now captive in his Rome penthouse, Elara is bound by his rules and if she breaks any, punishments are slow and sinful—teasing touches that leave her trembling, belts that burn, vibrators that torment until defiance melts into desperate whimpers and slick need. She fights back fiercely but every clash deepens the addiction. What starts as vengeance twists into craving, for both predator and prey. In a game of empires and betrayal, one question lingers—who will corrupt whom completely?

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

(Mature contents for 18 years old or more) "I am not the holy woman that a man wants to marry. Too many men’s hands have touched me. I am dirty and unworthy to be beside you, much less to bear your child. I think the entire world will be against this. Sorry, I turn it down. Thank you for your offer, sir,” I replied in a trembling voice. It took just one day for Jennifer Swan to take a hundred and eighty degrees turn towards disaster. Her aunt sold her to a ruthless billionaire to make money for them and pay for her uncle’s cancer operation. But that evil billionaire put her in his famous brothel to be an escort. Several years later, she became a star and high-class escort that not all men can book without her will. One day, fate lead her to a new journey. A disabled billionaire came into her life, changed everything, and offer her a contract marriage. Since then, her life has turned three hundred and sixty degrees. Who is that disabled billionaire? Why he wants Jennifer so badly? How will Jennifer live next?

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.

Livia has always lived as a mistake. Her mother was accused of being a homewrecker, the woman who destroyed another family. Since childhood, Livia grew up in the luxurious Robert mansion not as a daughter, but as a disgrace everyone wished would disappear. Insults. Violence. Humiliation. They had always been part of her life. But everything truly shattered on the night of her stepsister’s engagement. She was found in a hotel room with Adrian De Luca—the powerful heir to one of the most influential families in the city… and Clarie’s fiancé. No one believed her explanation. To save the family’s reputation, Livia was forced to marry the man who hated her the most. To Adrian, Livia was nothing but a cunning woman who had trapped him. To her family, she was merely a tool to cover up their scandal. With her body covered in wounds and blood staining her trembling hands, Livia signed the marriage contract that would bind her to the man determined to destroy her life. A marriage born from hatred. A vow written in blood. But when the truth finally comes to light… The woman he once despised may no longer wish to belong to him.