[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

They're on opposite ends of the financial spectrum. Complete contrasts when it comes to popularity. And their relationship has a deadline. Lily: College was never supposed to be this hard. It wasn't supposed to be about working to survive, going hungry, and sleeping in my car. And it sure as hell wasn't supposed to be about dodging my icky exboyfriend while trying not to die from embarrassment when my roommates make my new crush public. But it is what it is, and I always find a way to get by. When I'm not working, I'm studying. That is, until the crush that's way out of my league starts paying me attention. Ethan: One last year of freedom. It cost my dad a summer of partying and a three million dollar car, but I'm back at college. I have one year to get as much partying and playing done as possible. This year is all about hockey and sex. I'll have plenty of time for boardroom meetings and forced golf outings after I graduate. It's supposed to be meaningless sex, but I'm not sure every part of me got the memo. Because when I first spot Lily... Well, I need her. Just Pucking Money is a sizzling New Adult, College Sports Romance, where the popular hockey player falls for the loner computer science major. (❤️18+ recommended❤️)

I've been locked in this mysterious mansion for ten years. Cleaning and following the rules of a Lord whose face I've never seen. Rule 1: Don't walk the halls at night Rule 2: Never leave the property Rule 3: Don't ask about the Lord of the estate Once you leave the mansion, you can't come back. My mother tells me I should be thankful because only crime and death remain outside the gates after the war. But after ten years of cleaning the same halls and reading the same books, after ten years of unanswered questions, my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck out of the mansion and went to the nearby town: a crime that could get me banished. I began asking about the mysterious Lord, and tonight, I will walk the forbidden halls and hope to catch a glimpse of him. This is a 15-chapter sample. The Complete story is on patreon.com/ancientt

When you find out your entire marriage has been a lie... The night before our sixth anniversary, my in-laws told me that my husband had gone out on a date with his ex, and had run off on the morning of our wedding until his father forced him to come back. For six years, I thought we'd been happy and that my husband loved me. Everything was a lie. And things just kept getting worse.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

♔ She is cruel, ruthless, and arrogant. She is stunning, cunning, and deadly. She insists that we are not equal in this arranged marriage. She is the boss. She makes the rules. She can make me kneel in front of her with just a sweep of her lashes. She can make me feel things I have only read about in romance novels. But she can also break my heart with just a few words from her pretty mouth. And I am a hundred percent sure she will. Yet, I cannot stop myself from falling for my wife. No matter how much secrets she hides from me. ♕ He is sweet, innocent, and thoughtful. He is beautiful, smart, and full of life. He insists on making me happy and being my friend. He is the light of my life. He is the only person I have ever loved. I love him to the point of obsession. I would burn down the entire world to protect the boy with the lavender eyes. And if keeping him safe requires me to be the villain, then I would gladly become the devil herself. ~~~~~~ New update every week!

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

When Maduka meets Nwanyieze, he is certain they are meant to be. He knows she is a woman with secrets, but he cannot stay away from her. He also has secrets of his own, of a past that he has been fearing and seeking to confront at the same time... Nwanyieze, distrustful of the world, can't help herself with Maduka. He seems too good to be true, but what will happen when the cat crawls out of the bag? Burning from rejection, Saheed has refused to back down from his goal. He is a man who always gets what he wants. And he wants Nwanyieze. Amid secrets and desire set in the Centre of Excellence, will love blossom, or will it die off? And is it lying when you deliberately omit something from someone you love? _______________________________________________ Highest ranking: No. 1 in #Africa Warning: Might make you grin from ear to ear and go "Awww" like a million times. Available on Okadabooks website and application if you'd like to own a revised copy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

18+ only! 🔥🔥🔥 | Toyin was living her best life! She had the perfect job with an Oil Major, amazing friends, a suitor and a fabulous apartment with a view of the Atlantic Ocean. Life was good until an unexpected breakup led her to the hot but NFA (No Future Ambition) Osaze. An odd pairing which helps her discover herself nonetheless. 🌴 Osaze didn't know what he was doing with his life anymore. He spontaneously quit his dream job as a top programmer with Google 3 years ago, moved back to Nigeria to start up his own tech company but failed miserably, was swindled out of his own code by ruthless business partners and is left with a million dollar debt to pay back to his investors. He now squats with a childhood friend in a dilapidated mansion (which is on the market by the way) and drinks his failure away in Lagos bars. When he meets Toyin, a young high flying oil & gas exec who has her own life together he starts to reevaluate his whole existence. Word count: 61,000 Best Rankings 📈#1 African | 20 October 2021 📈#1 Nigeria | 29 April 2021 📈#1 Lagos |11 March 2021 📈#1 NYSC | 26 Sept 2020 📈#1 Oil and gas |26 Sept 2020 📈#3 Lekki | 12 Mar 2021 📈#5 programmer | 31 Jan 2021 📈#1 Nigerian Story | 12 Mar 2021 📈#5 Naija | 12 Mar 2021 📈#3 WattpadNigeria | 12 Mar 2021 📈#10 Tech | 14 Mar 2021 📈#5 Naija | 12 Mar 2021 This is the first book in the Lagos Hustle and Love Series. (Came up with this a minute ago lol) 2nd Book: Sophia the First (Chapter 1 out in March 26th 2021) 3rd Book: Flaming Shadow (Chapter 1 out in August 6th 2021) Warning: Contains a ton of Nigerian & Black slangs (Most of them are googleable so I will leave them in italics but I will add an index of slangs chapter soon) I appreciate corrections and constructive criticism.