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"You want to know what turns me on?" "What?" I moaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my body. "You" he whispered against my skin. "the way you shiver under my touch" he pressed further into my body. "The way you moan out my name" I felt him kiss the back of my ears. "Your scars" I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. "Every little and fucking big thing about you,princess" he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn't heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him. _____ Maya wanted nothing but peace and for all of the bullying to stop. She had a wish for the moon goddess, too, to meet her parents and ask why she was abandoned at birth. Maya was dumped at birth to a pack who had no idea who her parents were; She was raised in the monastery by the nuns who worshipped something else instead of the moon goddess. When the Alpha dies in war, things take a dark turn for everyone in the monastery, including Maya. The bullying started, and became intense when Maya clocked twenty. An attempt to escape from her pack delivers her into the Royal Pack and straight into her mate's hands. Maybe Maya would be able to find happiness at last and freedom too. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Maya; things are about to get real messy.

18+ Erotic Werewolf romance book Olivia Sold to pay off a debt, sinfully hot Matteo has thrown me into his dark mansion, with no intention of letting me go. He’s dominant, ruthless, cold… And he’s also something wicked—a sexy as hell alpha male. I should run the second he puts his rough hands all over my innocent body. I shouldn’t let him tear my panties off. But I do. He’s going to break me, turning me into his slave. He demands complete obedience, and I want to resist. I do. But my dark, rebellious heart won’t let me. Matteo I’ve never wanted to ruin someone as much as I want to ruin her. She’s the picture of innocence. Soft skin free from the toil of real work, pretty lips for sucking and the defiance in her eyes. I can’t wait to break her. To make her beg for mercy. To cry out my name when I steal the one thing she’s never given to another man. She thinks she can charm me into letting her go. But she doesn’t recognize the way the devil dances in my soul. I never expected her to become my obsession. But she is. And now I need to get rid of her before she consumes me.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He groans against my core entrance, the vibrations shooting straight inside me, writhing my entire body in the flames of mindless pleasure. I cry out a moan when I feel him thrust two fingers into my slick entrance. His fingers curl inside me, rubbing against that sweet spot inside me in tune with the assaulting mind-blowing rhythm of his tongue swirling and flicking around my clit. My hips rock against his pleasuring mouth and fingers, my hands mindlessly threading through his hair and tugging as I moan out his name in pleasure. His fingers slides out of my entrance only to drive back in, pumping in and out with incredible slickful thrusts. A burning sensation begins to grow inside me, building up and locking in with the mindless pleasure of his fingers driving in and out of me.... Book 2.... "I am going to fuck you like I hate you.” He growls. “It's going to be hard and fast and raw until you beg me for more. And I won't hold back. I'll keep fucking you even after that.” I bite my lip, feeling a flush of lust spread across my cheeks at his words. His hard cock is rubbing against my pussy, and I can't wait for him to fulfill that promise, for his cock to be buried inside me with pleasure. Before I can say anything, his hands are on me again as his lips lock with mine. This kiss is different from before—it is raw, desperate, and demanding. His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips and lifting me off the floor. My legs wrap around him, and he positions himself between my thighs, his cock thick and ready. I gasp in pleasure when he slams into me in one hard thrust....

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell to the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the other Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET Mature content!!!

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”

Left on the doorstep of the Lycan Princess and her Mate, Willow grew up a witch in a werewolf world. She didn't find her place until her uncle, the Lycan King, decided to make her an assassin. Willow kills without remorse until she finds her next mark is the Rogue Alpha himself. Going undercover, she finds herself getting too close to the Rogue Alpha. Is fate bringing them together just to tear them apart? Or will Willow find out the truth about her past and learn to be park of a pack?

For 16 years Olina has been hiding in plain sight at the pack of her future mate. As a royal, she has known who her mate was since the first time she met him, even if she was only 2. Now it's two days past her 18th birthday, and the man she has loved all her life, marked another. As she reels with the pain of the rejection and marking, she returns to her original pack, her home. Along with her best friend and guardian, Waryn, who came with her to her mate's pack as toddlers, Olina returns only to find that her new plan of avoiding any possible future with a mate won't be that easy. Her mother has a plan, and as the next full moon passes and her bond breaks with Syn, it seems so does fate. But as she comes face to face with all shes ever wanted, she realizes it comes with a price. Facing a future unlike the one she spent 16 years preparing for, Olina steps up against a new mate, a new role in her pack, and a new enemy in the form of a familiar face, one who wants her royal bloodline to end at her.

My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.

My name is Themis and I am not supposed to be alive. I survived the hunt, saddled with a husband and still I have to waddle my way through so many things to remain alive at the end of the day. The one person I can count on other than myself is my new husband who saved my life from the get go. And my gift of prophecy. Maybe, just maybe, it is also enough to save the Dar Empire too. My name is Themis and this is my story.