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Seeking out a mysterious woman who came to him in a vision, Daniel Darke is transported to the supernatural realm. Despite being one of Earth's most horrible warlocks, he is welcomed into the North Woods as a trusted friend and protector. After meeting his soulmate, Rosemary, it is discovered she is pregnant with the child of the man who assaulted her on Earth. Worried that Daniel will not be able to love her and her child, Rosemary rejects him and runs away. Vowing to give Rosemary and her baby the life they deserve, Daniel takes back the kingdom of his ancestors. When the father of the true heir returns to take back what belongs to him, Daniel embarks on a dark and ruthless mission to stop him and protect his new family.

Marked at her birth, forced to relocate to another continent by her parent. Her true self hidden from her for 18years. Four month to her 18th birthday she moved back to her birth place, where she discovered who she truly is and who she is destined to be with for life. "You've got to be kidding me mum because I don't believe everything you just said". "Are you sure you want to accept me for who i'm and what I have done in the past" he said looking into my eyes trying to hold his self control. "Yes" I replied with lust clouding my vision as he prepared to thurst into my wet clint.

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross. Book 1 of Descendants of Lust

The effect was immediate. Kael cried out as his back arched violently, his body seizing. Ethan felt the hot pulse of Kael's release over his fingers. He felt the intense and rhythmic clenching around his cock like it was his own. It tipped him over the edge. With a choked groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his vision whiting out. The pleasure was like a relentless wave, crashing through him, pulling him under as he spilt into the condom, his hips jerking through the aftershocks, riding out the pulses of his climax against the convulsing heat of Kael's body. ..... Embark on a journey of seduction and passion with these collections of fan stories that will leave you breathless and begging for more. From forbidden romances to dangerous liaisons, each tale explores the depths of desire and the power of lust.

"We had a one-night stand and that was it. Goodbye to you." She stated carelessly before grabbing her G-string and exiting the suite. He stood up from the bed, exposing his ten-inch dick, and pulled her to his chest before curling his lips and announcing, "I am the one who says it's over. And I didn't say I am done with you yet." She was intoxicated but began to sober up after hearing his strange words. Her vision was still blurry, but his body odor and colegone became increasingly familiar. She exclaimed, "No!" as she began to recognize him. " No way. That's you!" Before pushing her back to bed, he nodded and smiled and confirmed, "Yes, I am your future stepdad. The person you dislike most." “fuck!”

When the bodies of two girls are found torn apart in the town of Smiths Hollow, Lauren is surprised, but she also expects that the police won't find the killer. After all, the year before her father's body was found with his heart missing, and since then everyone has moved on. Even her best friend, Miranda, has become more interested in boys than in spending time at the old ghost tree, the way they used to when they were kids. So when Lauren has a vision of a monster dragging the remains of the girls through the woods, she knows she can't just do nothing. Not like the rest of her town. But as she draws closer to answers, she realizes that the foundation of her seemingly normal town might be rotten at the center. And that if nobody else stands for the missing, she will.

Alessandro, a name which can make men double his size shudder with fear. He is the Boss of the Russian outfit. He made a mistake, that he knows he would regret as long as he lives. A mistake which almost cost him his outfit. He never let anyone see how deeply that one mistake affected him. But it did. He decided to kill everyone who backstabbed him. That's when he saw Olivia. She was brought as a peace offering by her step mother to save her father's life. The same father who betrayed Alesso by helping his cousin Victor. He is not interested in school girls who are too innocent to stay alive in their world for long. But something in Olivia pulled to him, begging for mercy and help. He wanted to refuse her and kill her father. But he couldn't. So he bought her as his slave. Thus began their journey. This was something he was not expecting. She hated his guts. He saw how much she loathe him. But that never bothered him, until she started affecting him. He used to have fun when she is riled up. He loved when she is flustered. Making her go red with anger and frustration was his favorite. She was his reprieve from his guilt. A light at the end of a dark tunnel, which never seems to have an end.

Playboy, Casanova, and Heartbreaker were some adjectives used by the paparazzi to describe the brilliant interior designer and the hottest CEO of Grayson Group Of Hotels, Aries Grayson. But that quickly changed when his eyes landed on his best friend’s perfect girlfriend, Cara Silencio. Her innocence took his world by storm when their eyes locked for the first time. Cara was everything Aries secretly wished for in his life, but she was off limits, and Aries chose to abide by the rules of Bro code. Cara Silencio has her own fair share of secrets that could destroy her. Amidst masking her true identity from the world and attempting to make ends meet, Cara was exhausted. She wanted to marry the Knight of her life, Keith Wilson, and lead a peaceful life. But the demons of her past destroyed everything, pushing her into the endless tunnel of darkness. Years later, when Aries found her at the infamous strip club, his desires came back to life, and this time, he aimed to claim her. A night of intimacy didn't stop his longing for her. He wanted her in his bed every night, waiting for him. Aries returned to the club to find her, but Cara was gone, leaving no traces behind. Determined to find her, he called his most competent informer to find Cara Silencio, only to stumble upon the shocking truth. “Mr. Grayson, the woman you’re searching for is the heiress of New York’s biggest business empire!”

***The cover is taken from Google*** I wince when my bangles dig into my skin,forcing a smile,hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements. I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions. What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros? I hiss when my sister steps on my foot,making me looking up. I glance at a middle aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.