Unicorn Bathing Suit

Behind the heavy mahogany doors of the courtroom and within the cold, and world of legal transcripts, a war is being waged that no textbook can explain. It is a battle of intellect, a clash of egos, and a dangerous dance between two people who were born to be each other’s downfall. Atty. Danah Elise Laureano is a woman forged in the fire of perfection. She is sharp, undefeated, and carries her reputation like a suit of armor. But that armor has a single, jagged crack—a memory of a bitter defeat during her senior year of college. It was a loss handed to her by the only man who ever dared to look her in the eye and call her a "loser." Atty. Lucas Sebastian Salazar is that man—a brilliant, arrogant strategist who turned Danah’s world into a perpetual second-place finish. For years, they were parallel lines that only met to clash, until one reckless, rain-soaked night altered the trajectory of their lives forever. Broken by a fiancé’s betrayal and suffocated by the pressure of her own name, Danah sought refuge in the shadows of a local bar. That night was supposed to be an ending—a way to drown the pain in the arms of the man she hated most. Instead, it became a haunting. Now, as they stand on opposite sides of the Sovereign Legacy Case—a conspiracy involving blood money, power, and high-level corruption—the stakes have shifted. The rivalry is no longer just professional; it has turned into something visceral and dark. Lucas has become a shadow in her peripheral vision, a silent observer of her every move, and a man whose obsession has overruled his logic. He doesn't just want to beat her in court anymore; he wants to own the very air she breathes.

EMERSON: "I'll be the master who programs you to please me, I'll rewrite your codes to serve my soul... alone!" IELUS: "You stole from me, now you must pay the price. I'd bound you by obligation and shape your fate to suit my taste." LEROY: "You'll never own me. I'll resist you, Alien, with every ounce of hatred in me. And I'll never surrender." ~~~~~~~~ BLUE TALE (The Series) In this captivating 3-in-1 serial M × M novel, three entwined storylines explore the complexities of power, control, and surrender all amidst Love for the Unnatural, unrealistic. CODE OF DESIRE & OBSESSION: Infamous CEO of 'SupportYou', Emerson Emerson must test a cutting-edge sex bot designed for companionship and sex before purchasing or investing in it. But when he discovers it's not actually a robot but a human with artificial intelligence as its brain, he's drawn into a world of passion and obsession. WINDBOUND: A Spirit Host, Raven, born human has been tormented by malevolent spirits since he knew himself. He finds relief in an artifact taken from the mountains. Unbeknownst to him, the artifact belongs to a Wind Spirit, Ielus, who now demands retribution and binds Raven to a debt of obligation. ALIEN SKIES: When an alien invasion forces kid Leroy to become a captive, he finds himself at the mercy of his extraterrestrial captor, Xcott. But as Leroy resists Xcott's attempts to break him, he discovers a forbidden attraction that threatens to upend everything. ENJOY!!!

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.

"Bitch! Still trying to play innocent?" Jasper said as he tightened his grip on Renea's throat and squeezed harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea... What was even more shocking was that the woman in the video was Renea Morris, but the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to get the phone out of Jasper's hand and tried to explain, "Jasper, it was not what you think... I... I can..." Jasper looked at Renea with disgusted eyes as he said, "Let's call off the wedding. I can't marry a woman like you." After saying that, Jasper walked out of the store. Renea runs after Jasper. But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the Vipers for the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adoptive parents were involved in this... They are all doing this to her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea's heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose them to the public... But before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she was killed... But when Renea opened her eyes, she found herself in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went back to the time when it all started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled into a cold smile... She was back... But this time... she was back for revenge...

"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.

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 guess you are Kaya Caravigne? Kara raised her head and smiled... - Yes, that's me. She took the gloved hand offered to her by the young woman in front of her and when the latter took off her hat, the young woman almost fell over. She had in front of her a woman identical to her... Brown hair, blue eyes and white skin... - I am Princess Mirabelle and I have an offer for you... I am supposed to get married in three days with the Sultan of Castamar whom I don't like very much, unfortunately... You are my carbon copy so you will take my place in front of the hotel and be his wife for the next three months... Each month I will pay you a million on your account, after the three months... I will take over. Does that suit you? - Well, I... I'll... - You need the money Kaya and I don't want to marry this man... I think we can clearly do business...? 3 million... was not a sum she could let go and besides, she could realize her dream and have the life she wanted. As strange as this story sounded, she was going to accept... Agree to marry this Sultan... Much later, Kaya would discover that this Sultan was as beautiful as he was cold... - I don't know why you agreed to marry me but I assure you that you will regret it... But the young woman was going to prove to him that she was a worthy opponent and that she could be like him sometimes... - I already regret it Majesty... It's a pity that under this Appolon appearance is a black heart.

Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case. "Desmond Cro'esnt, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I looked straight into Desmond's eyes. They are raven black and it does match his long, wavy black hair. "I do," he answered as he smiled innocently at me. Making himself look promising. Then, the priest turned to me. "Neiva Ariella Hillstone, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I still can't believe that I'm going to marry this man. He looks happy, waiting for my answer. His white suit is making him look even kinder. The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.