Whispering Reading

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

In a universe where the lost worlds outnumber the dominant ones, survival often favors the strong, leaving the weak to decay into obscurity. Among these forgotten realms lies Gorgor, an alien world once vibrant and thriving, now erased from Omania’s memory, Yet, Gorgor's spirit endures, yearning for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. For five-year-old Lilith, Gorgor is not just a lost world—it's the enchanting realm of her favorite bedtime story. Each night, she drifts into dreams of its wonders, captivated by tales of its heroic prince, Andreas. As her mother reads, Lilith imagines herself among the stars, forging a bond with the alien Prince. But as Lilith's imagination brings Andreas to life as her imaginary friend, she unwittingly becomes the key to Gorgor's resurrection. With every shared secret and whispered wish, Andreas hopes to harness her innocent belief to break free from the shackles of his lost world and take his rightful place as ruler of Triven. As Lilith grapples with her extraordinary friendship, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. She discovers that her dreams may hold the power to reshape worlds, but dark forces conspire to thwart her and Andreas’s plans. Just when it seems they will triumph, a shocking betrayal threatens to unravel their connection, leaving Lilith to choose between the stark reality of her existence and the allure of Gorgor's destiny. Will Lilith rise to the challenge and help her alien prince reclaim his world, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she seeks to conquer? Packed with thrilling twists, heart-stopping cliffhangers, and a poignant exploration of courage and friendship, _My Alien Prince Charming_ invites you to embark on an unforgettable journey through the stars. Happy reading! 🌟

My lips...p**sy lips... were reluctant to spread open because of the slick smeared between them. He placed two of his big hands on my arched knees and separated them. My thighs jiggled and I moaned. His c**k was so fat. I could feel the mighty weight when he dropped it on my c*nt. And just when he was about to slide his tip inside me, I held his c*ck and he looked at me, wondering why I was stopping him all of a sudden. Then I said, "Not yet. We'll go after whoever's reading this starts reading the book,"

Under the Moon Goddess, I was once the happiest Luna of the Black Pack. Alpha Mike cherished me, cradled me in his palms, and bestowed upon me a name and glory. But on that day— I lay on the operating table as he slit open my abdomen himself, offering my liver to his white moonlight, Lina. My husband held Lina’s hand, whispering tenderly in her ear: "Don’t be afraid. Anna’s life is worthless—yours is the one that matters." As the anesthesia wore off, agony seared through me. The doctor gasped: "She’s in her differentiation phase! Forcing the surgery will cripple her for life!" Yet Mike didn’t even glance back, leaving with Lina in his arms: "Just an Omega. Saving you is her privilege." Later, I knelt before the witch Jery, trading all my memories for freedom. When Mike stormed into the shop, roaring at my amnesiac, bubble-blowing self— I shrank into the witch’s arms, trembling: "Sister… who is this madman?" His eyes burned crimson as he tore our contract to shreds.

Rosalia's world shattered the day her family was hanged for treason. She could still hear the snap of the ropes, the gasps of the crowd, and the queen’s satisfied smile as her father, mother, and siblings were left dangling lifeless in the square. She hadn’t even had time to grieve before they claimed her. Sold like property to the very family that had condemned them. Thrown into the vipers’ den, Rosalia knows her life is forfeit. The queen despises her, whispering promises of the noose that will one day wrap around her neck. But her fate takes a darker turn when the crown prince, Damien Vipont, takes her under his wing. Not out of kindness, but to claim her as his plaything. Damien is cold, cruel, and relentless. He demands her obedience, taunts her weakness, and leaves her trembling under his touch. To him, she is a pawn to ruin, a conquest to own. But Rosalia burns with a will to survive and a hunger for vengeance against the family that stole everything from her. Trapped in the prince’s grasp, Rosalia walks the fine line between defiance and submission, knowing that one wrong step could cost her everything. Yet the fire between them is impossible to ignore—a dangerous, destructive force that threatens to consume them both. She hates him. She needs him. But most of all, she plans to destroy him. If he does not do it first

In a world ruled by wolves and blood-bound hierarchies, Alessia, the once-proud daughter of the Moonglade Pack, watches her life crumble into ash. Betrayed by the Council and branded as the daughter of a traitor, she is sold at a brutal auction—nothing more than property to be claimed. Her spirit, though battered, remains unbroken. It is there, among jeering alphas and blood-stained floors, that Damian Blackthorn steps from the shadows. Without hesitation, he claims Alessia—not for pleasure, not for mercy, but for reasons even he doesn’t fully understand. Alessia’s arrival at Blackthorn Manor is met with fear, resentment, and whispered rebellion. The pack does not accept her. Rowen, a cunning omega with dreams of revolt, sows seeds of rebellion within the pack, whispering that a true Luna would be chosen, not bought. Beyond the manor walls, greater threats gather. Kael Ironclaw, Alpha of a savage rival pack, covets Alessia for reasons deeper than the mate bond. Whispers of an ancient Blood Moon prophecy rise—one that speaks of a Luna born from betrayal who will either save the shifter world... or destroy it. Amid growing tensions, assassinations are attempted. Trust fractures. Friends become enemies. As the Blood Moon nears, Alessia unearths dark truths: her father’s betrayal may have been a lie spun by the Council to cover darker secrets. Alessia herself carries a dormant power that the Blood Moon will awaken—power enough to change the fate of wolves forever. In the final battle beneath the Blood Moon’s gaze, she faces the ultimate truth: some fates are not chosen.And when the dust settles, Alessia and Damian will stand together—not because fate demanded it, but because they fought for it.

I thought finding my mate would be the start of my happily ever after. I was wrong. It was the beginning of my misery. Cassius Slade, the son of the Alpha, my tormentor for years, claimed me in front of the entire pack. For one breathless moment, I believed the Moon Goddess had given me a blessing. Then I found him in another’s arms… whispering love to someone who wasn’t ME. To hide his shame, he asked for my life but I ran, broken and ready to let the sea swallow me whole. But fate wasn’t finished with me. I woke in the arms of Dante Steele. The dangerous, magnetic Alpha and he claimed me as his second-chance mate. His gaze burns hotter than the sun, his touch makes me forget my scars, and his vow to protect me makes my wolf purr. But Cassius isn’t done with me. And the Moon Goddess doesn’t grant second chances without a price. Now, I stand between two Alphas, two fates, and one choice that could save me… or destroy me. I am given a chance, to rewrite my horrible story and make it beautiful.

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

In a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas and Betas were meant to serve, Mikhail lived in the quiet safety of his mother's love. He was a rare kind of Omega-mute, delicate, and unseen by the brutal world beyond their small cottage. His mother shielded him from the harsh reality of their hierarchy, whispering soft words into his ear as he traced the shapes of her lips with his fingers. But peace was fragile. One cold evening, his father returned-a man Mikhail barely knew, reeking of alcohol and desperation. With a cruel glint in his eye, he grabbed Mikhail's wrist, pulling him away from his mother's trembling arms. "You're worth more than you know," his father muttered, shoving him into the arms of a hooded stranger. Mikhail didn't need words to understand. He had been sold. Colton was a name whispered in fear, a beast draped in human skin. An Alpha whose touch left scars on both body and soul. He ruled with cruelty, his presence alone enough to make even the strongest Omegas tremble. Mikhail had heard of him. Everyone had. When he was thrown at Colton's feet, he didn't fight. He didn't beg. He simply met the Alpha's piercing golden eyes with silent defiance. The room was silent. Colton tilted his head, intrigued. "A mute Omega," he mused, his voice like gravel. "How will you scream for me?" Mikhail swallowed hard, but he refused to break. The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. Only the promise of ruin. "Let's see how long that silence lasts."