Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. Isaac and Jessica were head over heals in love with each other, to the point that they were planning their wedding, talking about starting a family, and moving in together. That all changed when Jessica met, Alexander, Isaac's father. Alexander captivated her body, mind, and soul. He demanded her attention, her love, her innocence until nothing else in this world mattered to her, but him. "Once upon a time I loved Isaac, once upon a time he was everything to me, but over a few short months he no longer meant anything at all. It wasn't intentional, to fall in love with my fiancee father, but I could never regret it. He mesmerized me to the point where I tossed my morals to the wind and prayed for guidance. I craved him, I ached for him, I needed all of him. Alexander was off limits, in more ways than one, but that wouldn't stop the fire that burned between us. Our souls demanded to be one, how could we fight against fate?" How far will they go to be in each other's arms? Read to see how this tragic love story unfolds. "Touch yourself for me," he breathed. With a shaky hand, I slowly moved my hand down in between my breast, venturing lower. My breathing hitched as he spread my legs wider. His smoldering eyes hypnotized by my traveling hand. A soft moan escaped my lips as a brushed over my soaked panties. "Take them off." He demanded. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing them. Handing them to him, he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Hungrily he stared at me. Bare and open to his lustful eyes. "Please," he begged. UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING/REVISION. -I do not own the rights to these images. © Copyright all rights reserved

The sky didn't scream when it spat me out; it just went silent. Falling is easy. It's the abrupt transition from "soaring through the void" to "becoming a human lawn dart" that really ruins your afternoon. My parachute-a pathetic, tangled ghost of white silk-was the only thing that kept me from turning into a red smear on the surface of this godforsaken rock. I woke up at the bottom of a hole that smelled like wet copper and ancient dust. My pulse was a rhythmic thumping in my ears, annoying and persistent. I reached for my holster: empty. I checked my boot knife: gone. Just me, a few fresh bruises, and the crushing realization that I was unarmed in a place that clearly didn't have a welcome wagon. Then, the shadows at the edge of the pit shifted. It wasn't the wind. It was breathing. Wet, heavy, and rhythmic-perfectly in sync with my own heartbeat. I wasn't alone in the dark anymore, and something told me my new "guest" hadn't come here to help me climb out. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Single-chapter story. It will be short, fast, and reckless. A human woman crash-lands on an alien planet with a parachute. She wakes up completely unarmed in a pit... but soon finds herself with company. This story won't be for everyone. I'll try to make it a bit more intense, sharp-edged, truly short- and why not, fun too. I hope so. 😶‍🌫️...

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.

To her kingdom she was simply a princess of no worth, a perfect commodity to use and trade at their will. Behind her back, the deal has been struck and the agreement signed. The worthless princess would save their planet from an impending attack as the new bride and payment for a mysterious prince-an invisible prince. (will contain dark dirty yautja smut) {do not own image btw} This fic has dark and non-consensual themes, if you do not like that please do not read and share your "opinion" with me.

She knew she shouldn't follow him. She should have ran when he nearly killed her. She should have left the hunter alone. But it was too late, she was on his radar now and there was no stopping the angry creature...and she didn't want to. (i do not own photo) This fic has dark and non-consensual themes, if you do not like that please do not read and share your "opinion" with me.

When Izara crash lands on an uncharted planet, she's sure her biggest problem is her prisoner--a seven-foot, highly dangerous yautja. But as they struggle to survive on a hostile tropical island, they discover they're not alone. There is something much more monstrous in the jungle, and the secrets hidden between them are beginning to boil to the surface. As their tentative alliance turns into something more, they must fight to stay alive and uncover some painful truths. But can they trust each other when the stakes are high and danger is everywhere? Monster Romance/ ns-fw

From the moment he'd rescued Julie from a late-night attack, Asher had ached for things he knew he could never have. The touch of her skin. The taste of her blood. But if the vampire claimed her, one of them might not survive. So Asher did everything he could to make Julie stay away. But a demon stalked the sexy spitfire, and Asher had no choice but to protect a woman who created a longing inside him that could never be sated.... **Adult Content Warning: Some of the chapters in this books contain content of an adult nature and are for mature audiences only ages 18+. Reader discretion is advised.**

🥵😈💋Smut/18+💋😈🥵 The Red Dragon wasn't someone you saw. He was a name whispered in back alleys and late-night strategy meetings. A shadow behind the curtain. An apex predator among scavengers. If you met him face to face, odds were you wouldn't live to tell the story. Kai stepped into the light, slow, deliberate, his footsteps echoing. The black suit molded to his massive frame like a second skin. Nearly seven feet tall, built like something forged in a war god's temple-broad shoulders, thick chest, long powerful limbs. Black ink creeping from his throat and hands, hints of old scars peeking out when he moved. But it was his face that unmade men. Chiseled jaw. Cold, unreadable expression. And his eyes-black as midnight and twice as merciless. There was no warmth in them. No forgiveness. Just a still, coiled violence.

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

He's a 10 but he's.... possessive... arrogant... and a total "alpha hole" Layla is thrust into a world she never knew existed, but don't worry for every naive female there's a sexy werewolf waiting round the bend for a chance to school her in the ways of the pack. And she can't help but fall head over heels when he's willing to risk the moon and all the stars in the sky to keep her safe. Currently ends on a cliffhanger.