I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

After a freak accident, Kira wakes on a brutal alien planet where women went extinct. Mistaken for a boy by the deadly warrior who rescues her, Kira hides her gender to survive, even as the jungle and her own growing attraction threaten to expose her. When Vrox discovers Kira is not a boy but the first woman his planet has seen in years, her existence becomes a secret worth killing for. Hunted by desperate men and bound by a desire neither of them expected, they must choose between survival, duty, and a love that could change a dying world. *** A humorous, passionate alien-romance novel published in 2019 and rewritten in 2026.

My attempt to assassinate Alpha Jax goes sideways when he marks me as his Luna. *** I've been training for years to assassinate the Alpha who took everything from me. When I finally found him alone and unsuspecting, I pulled the trigger, and the great Alpha Jax fell. I approached his body to confirm my kill. And that is when it all went wrong, because he opened his eyes, and our mate link sparked. The Alpha tackled me to the forest ground and marked me-his assassin-as his mate. As his Luna. Updates on Wattpad every Tuesday

Isabelle is a hard-working woman. She is a freelance photographer, and damn good at it, making a killing from photographing weddings. Her heart has been broken enough times that she has finally accepted that the only time she will see it again, is through her lens. Well... Until the best man at one of the most extravagant weddings she's worked smirks at her. He is like a walking wet dream and she can't keep her eyes off him when he's near...but he is far more than a handsome man, and when the ground shifts underneath her, she slowly realizes she's become entangled in a world so different from her own, and so dangerous, she isn't sure she'll ever get back out alive. Part of the Ammunition Series: a series of interconnected standalone stories. Can be read in any order! #1 in mobster, 16.09.21 🖤 [[ Word count: ~100 000 ]]

Isadora's life has been a series of unfortunate events. Raised in the presence of an abusive father and tragically losing her mother due to the resulting trauma, Isadora finds solace in distancing herself from her once cherished religious beliefs. She begins to view God as the antagonist responsible for her troubles, eventually losing faith in His existence altogether. Isadora's resentment towards God and Christianity intensifies when her father arranges her marriage to an elderly man. However, as fate would have it, she crosses paths with Alvaro, the elder son of her intended spouse, and finds herself wrestling with forbidden desires for him, further complicating her already tumultuous journey. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧.

Have you ever sworn you'd never ask someone for anything again? Especially your ex. Especially the one who lied to you. I did. He tore my heart open and walked away, leaving silence where love used to live. I promised myself I'd rather bleed than ever kneel before him again. But desperation rewrites vows. My parents want to marry me off-to my sister's widower. A man obsessed with turning me into her replacement. A man who doesn't hear no. There was only one man powerful enough, and cruel enough, to stop him. The man I hate. The man I crave. The only person who can save me is the one who destroyed me first. ^^^^^^ They didn't break up because love died. They broke up because the truth was never spoken. Alejandro comes back richer and colder, stripped of the boy she loved. He buys her workplace as revenge, convinced that Rhea is the villain in their story-the woman who ruined him and walked away without looking back. But seeing her again cracks something he never healed from. Caught in a corner by her family and hunted by a man who wants to replace her dead sister with her, Rhea is out of options. She offers herself to Alejandro; a fake marriage to keep Owen at bay. Alejandro agrees. Not out of mercy-but because vengeance tastes better when it's served up close. And the dark, unshakable need to ensure she belongs to no one but him. Rhea quickly realizes that being Alejandro's "property" might be more dangerous than being Owen's prey. But if she has to be consumed by a fire, she'd rather it be his. A marriage built on a lie. A past that refuses to stay buried. And a love story that was never truly finished.

Alvie Monroe has everything a woman could want: a house that gleams like it's never been lived in, a husband whose name opens doors, and days with more hours than she could spend. Her days are quiet, her marriage average, and her reflection a little less familiar each time she looks. In comparison was Atlas Jaxon, with a life so reckless that no one's seen him in years. But when a twist in the family business lands unsolicited responsibility on his shoulders, Atlas does what any self-respecting trust fund disaster would do to save his inheritance: come home and comply. The job? Win over John Monroe. Get his trust. Get his friendship. Get his signature. Don't fuck up. Don't look at his wife, don't think about his wife, and don't ever touch his wife.

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

some loves burn too bright to be hidden. prince Alexander Windsor's life was nothing like the fairytale Behind the palace gates were endless obligations-- formal banquets, high --society balls, and carefully arranged smiles for the cameras. With every passing day, the crown felt heavier, and the women who threw themselves at him cared more for his title then his heart. Charlotte Amelia Scott never imagined her ordinary life would cross paths with royalty. As an assistant to one of New York's most celebrated fashion designers, her days were filled with fabric swatches, late -- night deadlines, and coffee runs. But when she's sent to personally to deliver a custom suit to the royal family, a single twist of fate brings her face -- to -- face with the most unattainable man in the kingdom. Their world's couldn't be more different. His life is. bound by centuries- old rules; hers is build on independence and hard work. yet in one stolen glance, a spark ignites -- a spark that could light up the palace... or burn it to the ground. In a love story where every touch is a risk and every choice comes with consequences, will Alexander and Charlotte surrender to the flame or will duty extinguish it forever ?