Nicholas Stratford, the Duke of Richmond, is entirely done with society's rigid expectations. Behind his stoic facade and grand title lies a man suffocated by duty and a past that left him guarded. He doesn't expect to find solace anywhere-until he seeks out a secret ball rumored to exist in the shadows of the city. A forbidden sanctuary designed exclusively for the ton's single, widowed, and divorced outcasts to mingle without judgment, it is the one place where he can finally drop his royal mantle. Lady Amelia Tristan is a resilient Baroness who carries the quiet scars of a cold and deeply neglectful marriage. Though she has since gained her freedom, the emotional isolation left her yearning for a true, passionate love. Risking everything to attend the clandestine gathering, she seeks a safe haven where she can finally step out from the shadows of her past, never imagining she would catch the eye of London's most eligible-and elusive-Duke. When Nicholas and Amelia meet on the hidden ballroom floor, the chemistry is instant and electric. Protected by the absolute secrecy of the night, they share a passion neither thought they would ever feel again. But as their scandalous affair deepens in the shadows, the real world threatens to tear them apart, forcing them to decide if a Duke bound by honor and a Baroness scarred by her past can brave the ultimate society scandal for a chance at true happiness.

**WARNING: explicit sexual activities and possible offensive language. Viewers discretion is advised!!!** Here is a story about a girl named Alex who finally got a chance at a dream; a record deal. She had not expected to find herself face to face with a man that was every unimaginable wet dream she every had. Carlos had disrupt her world and morphed it into something that existed only to crave him and every new plateau of pleasure he dares to take her to...but he was married with a child. What was Alex to do? Should she indulge in the ever present need for Carlos Royce or will she pay the price for lust.

{Hades & Persephone} The electric feeling provoked by such small and delicate touch overcame any other that could've been caused by Zeus' stupid master bolt. No, Hades wasn't an expert or even knew anything about that feeling, but if he had to be honest, he would say it was a sensation Aphrodite knew about a little too well. Hades still didn't care. Not with the goddess grabbing his hair, her small hands touching his chest, whispering his name, begging for more. ↬ Song: Set Free the Devil - Nick Kingsley, Daniel Farrant

Hate. It's just a more fucked up version of love. "Bryson why did you really bring me over here?" She asked as she looked up at me through her long eyelashes. 'Keep up your exterior- you hate her don't forget that' "As much as I hate your ass, I just did it to be nice" She nodded, "mmm, okay" 'What?' "what?" I asked. She smirked, 'oh shit' "Nothing, it just the fact that-" She stood up and started to walk towards me to where she was standing right in front of me. 'She's so tiny' "Let me restart, do you remember the last time you actually talked to me, like a real conversation?" 'Ohh she's talking about that' "When I kissed you, the second time." she smiled, "mhm and since then you've just been creepily staring at me for two years, so lets hear it, what do you want to say- or should I say do to me"