Animals in the African Jungle are turning up dead day by day and not due to survival of the fittest. They have acquired a rare disease perplexing the most experienced zoologist. Jahne Roberts is tired of lives being lost due to rare diseases including the lives of animals. She decides to accept a position on a expedition as the lead zoologist to help figure out what's going on with the jungle animals in Cameroon. This isn't Jahnes first exhibition but it is far more interesting than any others thanks to one named King of the Jungle.

If having your Nose constantly buried in your phone reading Watt-pad stories brought you the chance to meet A greek man in the flesh ... would you learn your lesson? Jane Desiline is like all of us, creating fake scenarios in her mind; either watching movies, Or reading thousands of books on Watt-pad her imaginations run rampant, Creating the perfect man and the Perfect life. Ever heard of the saying 'when you wish upon a star'? YEA, it didn't work for her too. Stepping on A mountain lions tail did while taking selfies. The prince has come, he has saved the day. But get this, his home has no women, or at least not as chocolatey and thick ... could you satisfy the ravenous hunger in between his legs ... or did you have better chances with the mountain lion? Pleaseeee Read Disclaimer!

⚠️ You have to read : Red bows before this ⚠️ When Mimì leaves the city to open a small pastry shop in a remote Italian mountain village, she believes she's choosing solitude, work, and survival not desire. The town is closed, suspicious, slow to accept her. Her shop becomes a quiet anomaly: butter, sugar, heat, patience. Then a man starts coming in every morning. Always silent. Always distant. Always ordering the same thing: Their connection grows the same way the dessert does: slowly, under strict control, built on restraint rather than excess. There is attraction, undeniable and physical, but also something darker underneath fear, guilt, and an unspoken rule about not crossing certain lines. As seasons change and the mountain tightens its grip, Mimì is forced to confront what she wants versus what is safe. Desire here is not loud. It simmers. It waits. It threatens to break if handled the wrong way. Some loves burn. Others learn how to stop.

A quiet Italian village. A girl trying to save for her future. A man trying to remember who he is. And one summer that will burn itself into their skin. Emma thought this would be just a job. A sleepy little hotel in the northern countryside. A way to save up for art school and escape the weight of expectations. But when she crosses paths with Alessandro - a young American with a camera, a complicated past, and eyes that seem to see through her - everything begins to unravel. Tangled between lingering desires, unspoken regrets, and the raw tension of summer heat, Emma is pulled into a web of feelings that aren't safe... and maybe were never meant to be. He came to find inspiration. She came to find freedom. But neither of them expected this. A story of love, lust, and the inescapable pull of a season that changes everything.

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

When Logan Plant, a brilliant yet underprivileged young woman, earns a scholarship to the elite and secretive Blackmoor Academy, she sees a future finally within reach. But among its marble walls and ivy-clad towers, prestige hides something far more sinister. There, she meets Soren RavenShade: cold, composed, and heir to a legacy steeped in shadow; an old and powerful bloodline. He had always been untouched by the world, uninterested and detached. Yet when he saw Logan, something unexplainable begins to unravel, a pull he can't escape, and an instinct he doesn't understand. But the problem is that Logan wants nothing to do with him or the strange undercurrents that ripple beneath Blackmoor's polished surface. But as the school's darkness begins to seep in, she realizes she's become part of a game she never agreed to play.

Everyone in the village fears the man who lives at the edge of the mountain. Tommaso arrived one year ago, bought the abandoned house in the woods, and never looked back. He never speaks. He never smiles. Half of his face is marked by fire, one grey eye watching the world as if it has already seen the worst of it. Lola, twenty-three, never planned to stay in that small Italian village. But life had other plans. Working between the local library and the school, she's convinced nothing exciting will ever happen there... Until she meets him. Some men are dangerous because they lie. Tommaso is dangerous because he tells the truth. "Don't mistake my silence for kindness." The village calls him a monster. Lola can't decide if she's afraid of him... ...or of the way she keeps looking for him. "You'll stop fearing my scars the moment you discover what I'm willing to do for you." 🚨🚨🚨🚨 Read before this red bow and cannele (you will understand better )

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.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️