Wear Sunscreen Baz Luhrmann Novels & Stories

When my mate, Dorian Roumanoff, mistakes our room for the 99th time and delivers the moonstone necklace I'm supposed to wear at our mating ritual to my stepsister, Vanya Lovel's, bedroom, he irritably faults me. "Why didn't you remind me? Forget it. Since I've already given the necklace to her, I'll let her wear it. "Vanya hasn't been sleeping well; the moonstone that's been blessed by the Moon Goddess will definitely help her sleep soundly." I stand rooted to the spot, numb. I've gotten used to Dorian's repeated "mistakes". A month ago, we agree to hold our mating ritual, and Vanya comes all the way to the Sable pack to attend it. Ever since she moves into our manor, Dorian has mista

My father was Enzo Moretti, the godfather of one of New York’s most powerful mafia families. And I was his princess—his most cherished treasure. He hid me from his world to protect me, but he didn’t want me left alone, so he arranged a marriage for me. The groom was Leon Scott—the son of New York’s richest man. Handsome, loaded, and a rising star in the business world. On paper, he was perfect. For our wedding, my father had a custom gown flown in from a designer in Milan. Today was my fitting appointment. When I walked into the bridal boutique, my heart stopped. Nicole Hill, Leon’s childhood sweetheart, was wearing my wedding dress. When she saw me, a smug little smile curled her

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"

They called me a curse. A mistake. A woman unfit to wear the Edward name. Five years ago, I signed divorce papers and walked out of a marriage that never loved me back, in a house that never wanted me. My husband chose my sister. My family chose silence. But I chose myself. Now I'm back... Not as the broken girl in heels too tight, but as the woman who built an empire from my scars. Seraph's World isn't just a fashion brand. It's revenge in silk and steel. When my ex-husband and sister come circling with money and apologies, I took the deal... But not the leash. Because some women don't get happy endings. They write them And this time, I'm holding the pen.

I'm the second child of the family. Because of that, I'm also the one everyone neglects by nature. The birthdays of my older brother, Joe Thompson, and my younger sister, Lyra Thompson, are jotted down on the calendar by my parents. But they always fail to remember my own birthday. Joe and Lyra often have new clothes to wear, whereas my parents keep forgetting to buy new clothes for me. Heck, Joe and Lyra often receive holiday gifts! Meanwhile, my parents never bother giving me anything during the holidays. In fact, when we're traveling back to our hometown, my parents end up ditching me at a deserted highway rest stop when the temperature is extremely low…

Being born with a predetermined fate can be overwhelming. It’s baffling and exciting at times. And for Zane to have lived a life outside his fate, completely oblivious of it, he never expected that he is more than just an ordinary guy living in the small town of Tilbury. When all he knew are the people dear to him and despite being abandoned by his biological parents, Zane loved his new family for giving him another chance to live his life and have a future to chase. But his joie de vivre will soon be caught in a turmoil of his real identity. The once normal birthmark he used to wear proudly will bring him into a new world he never knew existed and later finds out that he has the werewolf

When my parents call to tell me they are taking me to my childhood friend, Oliver Holland's house to meet his blind date, he is still asleep beside me. I think they are joking and whisper, "Oliver, they said they've found you someone to date." He gives a lazy hum and pulls me into his arms. "Gerry, help me pick out something to wear later. And fix my hair, too." When I freeze, Oliver opens his eyes and lets out a short, mocking laugh. "What's wrong with you? We're just sleeping together. You don't actually think I'm going to marry you, do you?"

Justin Davidson and Eva Walker, the long-lost heiress of the Walker family, fell in love. But Eva's adopted sister, Stella, drove a wedge between them. Even after Stella’s death, Justin couldn’t let go of her. He trampled Eva’s dignity, hurt her body, and forced her to wear Stella’s wedding dress and ring when he proposed. Eva’s parents only had eyes for Stella, too. To pressure Eva further, Justin even went so far as to hurt Eva's grandmother, the one who had raised her. On the day of the wedding rehearsal, Eva finally decided to walk away. However, when the truth came out, Justin dropped to his knees and begged her not to leave.

In my seventh year of trying to win the favor of mafia Don Ethan Larsen, the system declared my mission a failure. I was set to be erased in one month. I did not cry or make a scene. I accepted the death countdown with calm detachment and started a livestream called "My Last Wishes Before I Die." The first thing I did was throw the multimillion-dollar wedding ring into the drain, right in front of Ethan and his first love, just to hear it clatter out of sight. Ethan's expression hardened. "Nina, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time? You begged me in order to wear that ring and stood there for three days." I smiled, lifted my middle finger, and replied, "Pfft… As if you de

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choos