Unicorn Bathing Suit

Sadie Greer just turned nineteen when her father arranged her marriage to a Crypto developer Cenric Wollf over a business deal. As soon as she finished college, she finally met him, marrying the evil wrapped in a pretty thousand-dollar suit the same day. Unknown to Sadie, her husband has his own motives. Cenric Wollf has been sleeping with his enemy for years just to help take down the man behind his brothers’ death, even if it means sacrificing his own freedom. He married the daughter of his enemy. Sadie is only a part of his plan, his subject, the weak link. He’s supposed to charm her, seduce her into his , use her as his pawn. When he gets to know her, she’s nothing like her father. Cenric starts to feel something afraid he’s losing control over. He falls deeper. Contrary to what Sadie’s brother has fed her over the years, she doesn’t sense danger in the air. Cenric likes to take control to keep her safe, but nothing dark and deadly, just thrills and crazy chemistry. When she starts to get to know him, something else resurfaces. They both fall into their own trap. Cenric’s true intentions and her family secrets prevail. But nothing Cenric wouldn’t do to prove that there’s more to it than their arranged marriage, even if it means befriending the man who hurts his wife.

"Lyra, please trust me. I am here for you". His voice echoed in my ears. I trust you. I wanted to tell him but it felt like I no longer could talk. He came near the place I was standing and I did not move. I wanted to hug him and make him believe that I wanted him more than I wanted myself. He pulled me closer to him and engulfed me in his chest and I knew I couldn't hold back. My tears wetted his Armani suit while his constant love made me realise how selfish I had become. ~~~~ Lyra had grown up locked by a bad-tempered man. He made sure to make her believe that she is nothing but a worthless human. She plans her escape. After she escaped, she met a handsome and rich savior and became attached to him. But she soon found the truth was beyond her imagination when he told her that she is Lyra Walton, the long lost hidden daughter of the world's first richest family, a girl who was declared dead at five. Lorenzo Rothschild, CEO of Schilds industries, a billionaire renowned for his cruelty in the business circles, saved an innocent girl just because he needed her to make a deal. Never did he foresee that she would be the love of his life. Would Lyra choose to trust Lorenzo? Would they defeat all difficulties and come closer? Read and find out.

“You know I could end you. Right here, right now.” “No you won’t. You would have done that in the last three seconds if you wanted to, Angel…, but you’ve chosen to let me go.” His deep blue eyes darkened as his gaze threatened to burn me for eternity for my web of lies. “What makes you so confident, Jade?.” ~ Angel Axton is anything but your regular neighborhood artist. He loves his art, his beloved niece and his family, but his inner instincts kick up a notch when a new addition to the family arrives in a business suit, with a fix it attitude and a very mysterious aura. Knowing only luxury her whole life, Elena Chantel is traumatized when a single dark night takes her parents away in cold blood and turns her entire existence into a joke. From the pampered and loved daughter, she drops her flowers for a sword and signs a pact with a Ruthless Mafia lord. A final assignment as a nanny brings her closer to tasting revenge and delivers her into the Axton family a family with enough secrets to keep the city on their toes. Dedicated to her purpose, Elena is determined to turn a blind eye to raw male gorgeousness that drips from Angel Axton, the hot second son of the Axton family which threatens to deliver her to his bed. But when things take a hideous turn and her mission starts to reveal secrets of not only the family she had invaded but also secrets that questions her very existence, Elena wonders if she’d traveled too far, if there was still a way home.”

Coraline Hart was a typical young woman for those looking at her from the outside. She went to work at a café, paid her bills, and was never seen without a smile on her face. But no one was to know the true horrors of what Coraline was forced to endure behind closed doors. To deal with his pain, her father went to the bottle and spent most of his time off his face with drink to forget his feelings. Due to his alcoholism, he can never hold down a job, and whatever money he does have, he drinks away. Causing Coraline to give him all of hers, knowing the dangers of what he could do if she were to say no. She had accepted this was her life now, going to work and giving all her money to her father, but that was until her saviour, in the form of a man in a very well-pressed suit with slicked-back hair and the thickest Spanish accent, walked into her café. This mysterious man soon becomes infatuated with this woman, who had unknowingly saved him the day they met; to him, it proved she was his and no other person was to cross her. But his infatuation was soon about to turn deadly; any man that he deemed too close to his Coraline soon slipped away without any hassle. When a police officer comes into the café and shreds some light on the man she was seeing, her world comes crumbling down. But for the mysterious man with the thick Spanish accent, he can never let go of his new obsession. Read on to find out how this simple interaction between two complete strangers became deadly.

In the hallowed halls of academia, power is never shared it’s taken. Dr. Justin Ellis, known as the CC Terror, rules his lecture halls with a razor-sharp tongue and a gaze that strips away pretense. At forty-three, he is brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable, his presence carved from cold authority and concealed desire. To his students, he is a nightmare in a tailored suit, but beneath the discipline lies a darkness no one dares to provoke. No one except Brenda Stuart. Brenda is everything Justin should ignore young, fiery, too bold for her own good. Her beauty unsettles him; her defiance ignites a hunger he has buried beneath years of restraint. She should be just another student, yet every sharp exchange between them drips with something forbidden, something neither of them can deny. When Brenda confronts him after class, demanding answers for his relentless attention, their clash sparks a dangerous intimacy. What begins as a battle of wills transforms into a seduction dark, punishing, addictive. Brenda discovers that Justin’s lessons extend far beyond chemistry, into realms of dominance and surrender where rules are broken and innocence is devoured. In a world where reputations can be destroyed with a whisper, they enter a secret arrangement of lust, discipline, and obsession. But as desire deepens into something darker, Brenda must decide if she’s willing to give herself entirely to the man who both terrifies and consumes her... Because Dr. Ellis doesn’t just want her mind, he wants her body, her virginity. And Brenda is down for anything.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed him in a beautiful embrace. He looked like an angel with devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon her and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to scream but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.

In order to protect me, Don Salvatore deliberately announces that my fiance, Simone Pozzi, is his long-lost son. Simone shakes with excitement when he sees the man in a bespoke suit stepping out of the Rolls-Royce that is parked outside my house. Just as I'm about to tell him it's all a lie, he shoves me aside. He even brushes his sleeves in disgust, as if he has touched something filthy. Simone says, "Stay away from me. Don't let your poverty rub off on me! Since I'm the Don's son, we'll call off our engagement. An illegitimate bastard like you isn't even fit to wipe my shoes!" When I try to explain, he cuts me off by writing out a check and flinging it hard into my face. The sharp edge of the paper slices across my cheek. "Take this one million dollars as our breakup fee and don't bother me again. We're no longer from the same world," Simone says. I watch the check flutter down into the mud and quietly turn off my phone screen. On the screen is a message Papa—Don Salvatore—has just sent me, "Just bear with it a little longer, Principessa. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the famiglia." Simone is so determined to cut himself off completely. He might have the luck to claim a fortune that big, but not the life to enjoy it.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

Anibal est un assassin professionnel, habitué à accomplir des missions sans émotion. Après plusieurs meurtres, il reçoit une nouvelle mission : éliminer une femme qu’il ne connaît pas. Cependant, au moment où il s’apprête à passer à l’acte, quelque chose change. Il est soudainement frappé par son charme et son comportement le perturbe. Plutôt que de la tuer, Anibal se laisse emporter par une curiosité grandissante envers elle. Au fil de ses rencontres avec la femme, il découvre qu’elle n’est pas ce qu’il pensait et qu’elle cache des aspects surprenants de sa personnalité. Anibal, bien que toujours lié à son passé d’assassin, se trouve de plus en plus captivé par sa cible, ce qui le pousse à remettre en question ses actions et sa vie. Le récit suit son évolution, entre les tentations de son ancienne vie et ses doutes grandissants. Chaque rencontre avec la femme lui permet de mieux comprendre ses propres émotions et ses désirs, l’incitant à envisager un futur bien différent de celui qu’il avait toujours connu. Le tout, dans une ambiance tranquille et introspective, loin de la violence.

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.