NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

She wasn't his type. Sneha was everything Atul Kaithal never looked twice at-dusky skin, soft curves, a quiet smile that didn't demand attention. But one glance changed everything. The more he tried to ignore her, the harder he fell. Her jasmine-scented hair, her shy blush, the way she laughed without caring what anyone thought... she was nothing like the girls he dated. She was real. And she was making him lose control. But Sneha wasn't waiting for him-she had her own dreams, her own heart to protect. And Atul? He had to prove he wasn't just another city boy who would break it. Because once he decided he wanted her... he wanted her forever. ❤️

A collection of short femdom stories.

Sarah's eyes fluttered open, meeting Shehzaan's gaze with a fierce intensity that took his breath away. "I want you, Shehzaan," she whispered, her voice filled with longing and need. Gently, Shehzaan brushed his lips against Sarah's forehead, savoring the sweetness of her touch. "Sarah," he murmured, his voice tinged with longing. "I can't deny what I feel for you. I want to make you mine in every sense of the word." Sarah's eyes widened in surprise at his confession, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Shehzaan's words stirred something deep within her, awakening a desire she had never known before. 😘😘😘😘😘😘💕💕💕💕💕💕😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 Sarah is a courtesan yearning for a love that transcends societal boundaries. Amidst the opulent backdrop of a bygone era, Sarah's heart longs for acceptance and affection beyond the confines of her tumultuous world. "HEERAMANDI" is a poignant tale of redemption and resilience, where the echoes of a courtesan's heart resonate with the timeless melody of love.

This is a completed and a published Novel: It can be purchased on Amazon in the form of paperback and/or an eBook. The link for purchase is available on my bio. Mehr Dubey expected nothing but deception, disloyalty, and betrayal from men. They came to her just for . She was raped, assaulted, treated like a dog by hundreds of men, but what was she to expect in return? Just . Sold into prostitution as a child by her stepfather, she breathed keeping the hatred alive in her. Every time she was fucked, she lost a part of herself to those men who used her mercilessly. She was soulless, she didn't know how to care, how to love, all she knew was to warm the beds of those men who came to her for the night. She was going to fuck a countless number of clients until she repaid her stepfather's debts. Then she would elope from the brothel in which she was held captive for years. She had her life all planned until she was booked for the night by 'the client'- Abhimanyu Raghavan, the popular Indian Cricketer, the Vice-captain of the Indian Cricket Team. All that mattered to him was cricket and . He believed he wrote his own destiny. He was thawing her frozen heart, her resistance was crumbling down. Was Mehr playing with fire while she was warming his bed night after night? Was he going to stab her in the heart like every other man in her life? After all, the Vice-captain of the Indian Cricket Team would want nothing to do with a prostitute, or would he?

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

The story set in 1980's Indian Love story of anita kaashi who belong to poor family as anita's mother work in Royal haveli of singh's raghuveer singh belong to royal family current king who rule all over the country Read to find their love story * pictures are not mine they are from google *

Radhya Singh: I feel so tired... tired of hiding... tired of running... tired of looking for escapes... tired of being told what to do... I want freedom and I know what holds the key to my freedom... Marriage... I know its scary but it's the only way, My parents made it very clear... I don't have any time or privilege to have any distractions... I only want to be free and independent... And i will achieve my goal. Advay Rathore: I have everything... I have a great loving family... I have made a name for myself... I am successful... But I am lonely... Still haunted by secrets of past... I crave for someone to share my secrets with... Someone to hold... Someone to love... Someone to be mine... ONLY MINE. Two very different people... Broken and Imperfect in some ways. One craves freedom... Only wants to hear what her brain says. While, the other one craves someone to love... Always listened to his brain but now he just wants to listen to his heart. Come join me in the journey of Radhya and Advay chasing their needs and wants... Trust me you won't regret giving my book a chance. Note: This is a pure romance novel with a lot of love, drama and spice. No cheating. No separation. No huge misunderstanding. The book also includes some sensitive subjects so please beware of that.

Atharv's hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Ruhani gasped, her hands pressed against his chest, but she didn't push him away. "You're trembling my cute sexy whore " he whispered, his lips brushing her temple. "Is it fear... or desire?" "I... I don't know," she breathed. He tilted her chin up, eyes locked onto hers. "You will." Then his lips claimed hers-slow, demanding, and deep. Ruhani melted into him, the heat between them crackling like fire. His touch roamed her back, possessive yet patient, and she couldn't stop the soft sound that escaped her throat. "Mine," he murmured against her lips. "And I'll make sure you feel it... everywhere abd everyday as I will fuck you daily 🥵🥵🥵🥵