"You taste better when you're tied down." I grunted, dropping my head back to whimper, but it was muffled with the cloth he tied around my mouth. "I think it's because you're wetter," he said, his hot breath stinging me as he kelt between my legs. "I love it when you're wet. You taste so sweet, my beautiful desert, aren't you?" He licked my clit again, making me squeal and drop my head back. "Sensitive, too," he mused. "Don't worry, little one. I'm not going inside you yet. Do you want to know why?" I shook my head. "Because I want you to beg for it." His smile was diabolical. "And pretty soon here, you'll be on your knees and sobbing, pleading for me to take you." ***** I didn't want to love. I never wanted to love. But it was as they said, when you develop a mark of a creature on your left arm, you are fated to that creature for the rest of time. They were called Prynces, Demi gods with too much power in their hands. I was only eighteen when the mark of a blue dragon formed wrapped around my arm. But this wasn't just any Prynce. It was a dark Prynce. One with no morals, murderous fiends, monstrous and cruel. I hid the mark from society so I could protect myself from him. Little did I know... He already found me.

You will learn to be mine. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "Does that feel good?" I whimpered against him, burying my face in his neck. He smiled down at me while quietly torturing me, being effortlessly sadistic as his smile widened. "It's... too sensitive." "There's no such thing, baby girl." I tightened on him, squeezing my eyes shut. "I'm gonna...." "You're not coming unless you ask nicely." "Please." "Beg. Beg like you've never begged before." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Clara Song never thought she'd be stuck in this position before... going to her college classes one moment, and then locked in a house abandoned in the woods the next. Being haunted... by HIM. He was in the shadows, his eyes glowing a dark red, watching her... playing with her. She begged him to let her leave, but his obsession only grew. Like yin and yang, innocent Clara was fated to the darkest creature out there... the creature of death. Damian Blackwood. (Originally named "Stop Him" and "Whispers of Corruption") (this is part of a firenight sub-realm (FireNight Library) which is "Maddie's Favorite" in the book "Our Little Mouse") ****THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN DOWN AND REPLACED WITH AN EXCERPT ON DECEMBER 28TH, 2025***

♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25 #1 pakistan 05.02.26

I'm a monster, but in her arms, I'm a man... Aurora doesn't know what the future holds except for the fact that her mother's going to die soon and she's going to be forcibly wed to the alpha of her pack-a fifty-year-old man. With no escape, she agrees and as she walks down the aisle to marry her future husband, a war breaks through, tearing down the entire pack. Midst of the chaos, Zade, one of the cruelest alphas, claims Aurora as his mate. Zade has no clue what he walks into when he decides to kill an entire pack and finds his mate in a wedding dress, getting married to another man. Enraged, he prisons her and promises to punish her for betraying a sacred mate bond by marrying someone else. But for how long can he prison her after all?

In a sick way, I prefer nightmares. I hate good dreams because I know when I wake up, she won't be there. Book 3 in the In Love Series ORDER OF BOOKS Spitfire in Love Reckless in Love Wicked in Love

Kara Hawthorne refuses to fall in love until the brooding Cameron crashes into her life. He burns for her like no other. But the past doesn't forget and the biggest sacrifice of his life awaits. ***** Spitfire Kara Hawthorne is a hardworking twenty-one-year-old college student with a smart mouth who wants nothing more than to save her family's auto shop. But her life is thrown into a whirlwind as her intense attraction for the dangerous Cameron Saint Laurent becomes all too consuming. Cameron has revealed his painful memories to Kara, but she knows there is more he refuses to tell her. Cameron's past is clouded in mystery and is darker than even he knows. Will Cameron conquer his demons and claim Kara's heart, or will he let the darkness of his past destroy him and lose his chance at love forever? Book 2 in the In Love Series [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towards happiness. Towards love. Towards him. She got to experience a different life. With him. She got the taste of being with him. Now this is the aftertaste; the taste that lingers afterwards. This is what it's like to be loved by Sin.