In Cologne 1939 Evelyn, a captivating black woman faces escalating prejudice as the as Nazis rise to power. When she encounters a dashing soldier at a cabaret club. He is enamoured by her beauty, but faces immense pressure from his military superiors and society to reject her. Despite the deep divisions, they find themselves drawn to each other, their love a quiet rebellion against the escalating hatred around them. As the Nazis grip tightens, pressure mounts from both within and outside their secret affair. Together, they navigate a dangerous world intent on keeping them apart.

On the run from her ex-lover... Jilted by a no-show husband... And now mistaken for a whore in the Diamond Back Saloon... Abigail Thornton doesn't think things can get any worse. That is until a single slap to a man's face starts a barroom brawl that lands her in the last place she expected to be. Town Marshal Morgan Avery wants nothing more than to wash away the trail-dust and sleep for a week, preferably with a soft, willing woman by his side. Instead, he gets Abigail Thornton - all one hundred pounds of her thrust at him seconds before a fist connects with his face. Breaking up the fight takes more effort than he wants to admit and when the last man falls he finds Abigail still standing and not looking the least bit contrite. Throwing her into the town jail for the night would salve his wounded pride and then he will let her go. Or that was the plan. When morning comes he finds himself oddly reluctant to do so. Miss Thornton is hiding something and he aims to find out what, even if he has to bed her to do so. But will one night in her bed be enough? *WARNING: This story contains smokin' hot love scenes. It is 'not' a sweet romance.*

I fell in love with Magnus, and I thought he fell just as hard for me. Then my class got canceled and I went to the club house so we could spend an unexpected evening together. Unfortunately, someone else was already there keeping him company. My heart broke open and something spilled out. My powers. I was a witch and I had never known it.

Thellia, who escaped her supposed arranged marriage wanted a fresh start with her new life in the neighboring kingdom, living as as a commoner. However, her peaceful days ended when Lyle started to bother her. The young man held a bet with his friends. "Watch me conquer that shrew within the next three months. Then, you'll see her cry, begging me to take her back like all women did." He, who likes to toy with hearts. She, who didn't believe in hearts. But it seems like it was him who came crying and begging for her instead. ________________ #1 count (1/11/22) #1 noble (1/13/22) #1 player (4/4/22) #1 coquette (1/20/22) #1 shrew (1/26/22) #1 aristocrat (5/30/22) #2 adult-content (4/4/22) #2 lovestory (6/5/22) #4 historical (3/16/22) #5 smutmaybe (1/24/22) #5 nobility (2/10/22) #7 adult-content (11/11/21)

Dahlia, who was mistakenly arrested, somehow found herself in the same prison cell with the most dangerous prisoner in the empire. Killian, who was the strongest knight of the fallen enemy kingdom, was kept as a prisoner after his homeland's defeat in the war. He was known as the crazy madman who ruthlessly slaughtered hundreds of men in the battlefield. He was all the things one would be terrified of when heard. The story used to scare children to sleep. A killer A lunatic A madman who laughed while slaughtering his enemies A man who only lusted for blood. Those were the names attached to him. Valuing her dear life, Dahlia decided to earn his interest by pretending to like him. After all, he was known to spare interesting things, especially women, according to the rumors she heard, that is. However, her act of pretending to like him was no use at all. The more she fawned over him, the more he threatened her. Eventually, the time came when she was finally free to go but couldn't bid him a proper farewell. And years later... "Why did you suddenly disappear that day?" Never did she expect she would encounter him again. "Do you know that I've almost gone mad searching for you?" He said with his deep calloused voice. And though her body was frozen in his arms, she gulped as he leaned into her ears. "You told me before that you'd marry me once we got out of that prison." A breath hitched in her throat. "Aren't you going to keep your words, my beloved?" He said. It seemed like he had no intention of letting her go.

David: I have a wife, and I also have a mistress. She doesn't want my money, nor does she want me to divorce my wife for her. She's only with me to satisfy her physical needs. I feel like she is so familiar to me, and I find myself increasingly unable to control my feelings for her. Eventually, I remembered that we had met a long time ago. I even said that I would only marry her in my life.

Emily: The man I like has a dual personality. He hates me during the day, but says he misses me at night. Then I got pregnant. Cayden: I have a personality disorder? Another personality is addicted to sex? Impossible. That woman must be lying to me and wants to use the child in her belly to compete for my family's inheritance.

When little Isla Mae returns home from college, no one believes how much she's grown-- including her brother's best friend. | NEW CHAPTERS EVERY WEDNESDAY AT 5PM EST |

My father blackmailed Heroux Alarie into marrying me, with the promise he would tell the Alarie where the woman he loved was at the end of three years. He called her name out every night after he fed and released with me. He made it clear he was with me only to find out where his beloved was. Despite this, living with Heroux was better than living with my family. Then things began to change and everything went to hell...and I had to escape, never thinking anyone would care. But he did.

❝𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶𝟷, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. ❞ ׂׂૢ་༘ 💌 ࿐ೢִֶָ 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧, I am an empty shell filled with her touch.