Virgin Territory Book Novels & Stories

Sasha, drawn by the allure of this elitist lifestyle, had willingly surrendered themselves to its alluring grasp. From the moment Sasha took their first steps into the enigmatic folds of The Violet Moon, they became enmeshed in a tapestry of secrecy and ambition. The rituals and gatherings, cloaked in the deep shades of mystique, revealed a world unseen by ordinary eyes. Beneath the shroud of darkness, the cult conducted their affairs, fostering a nexus of connections that spanned generations.

I guess it just popped in my head. Damn it! Stop thinking about her! Remember she’s not for you. She's nothing! I licked my lips thinking about what I could do to her... I mean that gorgeous creature came into my nightclub. But back in my mind, Sherry was in there... Hmm… I wonder if Sherry would come to a place like this? Nah! That girl has a one-track mind that’s only for books like weird science, robots, and virgin stuff. I know she's probably a virgin. I chuckled, then dirty thoughts came to my mind. Fuck I hit my head to get them out of there. Damn it! She's probably thinking about... I don’t know what they like to do.

"You're wrong." "I’m never wrong about him." Mateo kissed my jaw. "But he’s not getting his hands on you. Not after the way he treated you like trash." MATEO Victor. He was the only thing that kept me sane while I was burning through the Northern Territories on that pointless hunt Santiago sent me on. He was everywhere. I saw his face in the stars, heard his voice in the wind. Every other male I encountered seemed dull and lifeless compared to him. I thought of our last fight. I thought of the way his skin felt. I could have bought the entire Diamond Crown Jewelry store, but I chose the doves—the final piece of his cage.

Deep down, she knew that her journey toward self-discovery and empowerment was an individual one, untethered to the approval or inclusion of those who underestimated her. Dejected and determined to find a way forward, Virginia immersed herself in the depths of Gerald's personal library, surrounded by shelves filled with knowledge and possibilities. As she pored over the pages of various books on hosting banquets, she found herself yearning for more contemporary information that could help her navigate the intricacies of organizing such an event. ‌

"Okay, so as per Aurora's insistence, we're reading Madeline," "Everyone ready?" He inquired, looking at all four kids to see if they were comfortable before he flipped open the book. "In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines..." He read as the children – and the dogs – listened intently. No soon had been a quarter way through the book, did the children fall asleep and had him drowsy. His words grew slurred and his eyes heavy before they dropped to a close.

Lexie squirmed from the novel tingling sensation; she knew what he was doing was acceptable, she just didn't know it felt this good. Lexie's eyes almost rolled back in her head as she felt Ram's tongue trace the line of her womanhood. After a moment she could no longer hold back her sounds. She was a virgin, but she knew things too. She might be a virgin, but that didn't mean she was innocent, and she wasn't making noise out of obligation, but because of the overwhelming sensations building up inside her. "Ohhh f*ck, your tongue is so hard…" Lexie moaned, pulling Ram's hair and almost pressing his head harder against her womanhood.

Amber's territory was covered with lush grass and the point where it ended the snow covered the land beyond that point. Standing at the edge of the boundaries, Emmeline extended her hand out of Amber's territory. Abruptly she pulled her hand back with a hiss. She gasped at the condition of her hand. She stared at her hand as the split skin started healing, it felt like her hand was exposed to a snowstorm. No one could tell that beyond the boundaries of this lush tropical land, a snowstorm was brimming in the wastelands. Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, her bottom lip trembled as her throat tightened.

The container enlarges to hold both. He wrote: Don said: the book is both the map and the territory. This is the most accurate description of what we are doing. The territory is sixteen years old. The map is the book. But the map is drawn from within the territory and is therefore part of the territory. The map changes the territory by existing. The territory was already changing by being inhabited. Both things are true. Both things are always true. ---

Allies may be enemies, passion may be perilous, and trust could be the most dangerous gamble of all. Step carefully. The stakes are higher than ever. The fire that burned before has grown hotter, darker, and more irresistible, and no one will escape unscathed. Book 2 Blurb- She was born into power. He was born to take it. At twenty, Macy Jordan has everything the world worships, beauty, privilege, and a last name that opens every door. But when the empire she secretly built collapses in spectacular fashion, taking fifty-four million and her reputation with it, Macy’s perfect life begins to rot from the inside out.

“But love without possession is nothing. He chose her, Grace, and in doing so, he chose against you. That wound will never close until you own what was denied to you. Think of this not as cruelty, but as correction.” Catherine’s throat worked, but she said nothing. Vivienne let her hand drop. Her gaze returned to the window, where the estate’s gardens lay in shadow. “Tomorrow we flush them again. The men have already boxed in the street near that wretched motel but I want more than bullets and car chases. Fear is a better weapon.” She reached for the desk and clicked on a small recorder. From it came the faintest sound: a baby’s cry, recorded earlier, tinny but real enough to twist the gut.