Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Mera, the pack healer, is sent on an emergency mission to treat a feral wolf hiding in an underground cave. I barely have time to register the movement before his body slams into mine. He tackles me with surprising force for someone so injured, driving me back against the concrete wall before spinning me to the ground. In seconds, he has me pinned-his forearm across my throat, knee pressing into my hip, his other hand trapping both my wrists above my head. Even wounded and fevered, he moves with strength and fluency. The heat radiating from his body is almost burning. "Identify yourself," he growls, face inches from mine. Hey everyone! I got so interested in these characters while writing my main novel that I had to explore them more in this short story :)

«It is said that when Lycans don't find their soulmates, their animal side takes over and they become feral, ferocious and deadly. They become monstrous beasts that only thirst for blood and vengeance.» And what if they do, ma? I asked her curiously as I hugged my knees to my chest. The story of lost souls searching for one another, how can one not long for such love? «Beasts remain beasts, my dear.» She shushed me as my eyes searched hers for more answers, for how can one not yearn for their missing piece of puzzle? «They aren't meant to be loved, my child.» She pulled the blankets over my cold fragile body, a yawn indicating my sleepiness. She paused - «The Lycan King is the best example of them all. A monster hungry for blood and murder.» But, ma! I protested, my eyes big and round, has he not found his lost soul? She never answered, her lips only thin and frail and wished me goodnight, signaling the end of my bedtime story. This is a tale a deadly Lycan King who has long forgotten his human side and an innocent girl -afraid of monsters- who has suddenly found herself in the arms of the creature she feared her entire life.

Death. A man who despises mortals with a vengeance to end them all. After abusing his powers and sending innocent souls to the Underworld, the God of Death is sent to an unknown realm to pay for his crimes. Unable to leave, the God causes destruction across the realm and resides in an indestructible fortress whilst he searches for his freedom. Sera, bound to a man she once loved, used to wish for death. But after catching her hated lover in the embrace of another woman, her bloody hands and murderous rage cause her wish to turn into fear. Chased onto the God's lands, the tormented girl finds herself in the palm of Death's hand. And his grasp is unforgiving. MATURE CONTENT. This includes detailed descriptions of violence, strong language and sexual content.

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making thousands every night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

Aurora Saints has learned how to disappear in plain sight. At twenty-seven, she is a nurse who works double shifts, a daughter holding together a fragile home, a sister who never lets herself need first. Quiet. Careful. Good. The kind of woman the world leans on without ever stopping to ask what it costs her. Matteo De Luca is a man the world listens to. A brilliant lawyer from one of the most influential families in the city, he commands rooms without raising his voice and carries his power like a second skin. Wealth, legacy, whispers of darker ties-none of it has ever shaken him. Control is his language. Restraint is his choice. They meet where power is not supposed to matter-hospital corridors, late nights, stolen glances that linger too long. Matteo sees her immediately. Aurora feels it-and resists. He does not chase. He does not corner. He waits. Because he knows that when she finally steps forward, it won't be because he took something from her... It will be because she chose him. And when a man like Matteo De Luca is chosen, he does not give pieces of himself. He gives everything. Slow-burn tension. Quiet dominance. Possession without control. A love story where restraint is the most dangerous thing of all.

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate escape: three days of music, luxury, and forgetting about life back in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect the untouchable Crown Prince to ruin her favorite sneakers in the VIP lounge, look her dead in the eye, and refuse to apologize. In a crowd of thousands, his dark, calculating gaze signaled one thing: she was already trapped. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying predator in a bespoke suit who rules the city's underworld with an iron fist. He doesn't ask for permission he takes. And the moment he crossed her path, he decided he was going to own the sovereign Black queen who dared to look back at him without blinking. The festival ends. The bags are packed. But when Amara hands over her passport at the gate, her entire world drops. Flagged. Grounded. Blacklisted by order of the Crown. He claims the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. But as his shadow closes in, Amara realizes the most lethal thing in India is the monster holding her captive. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."