Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

He dons his collar like an armor, a man bound by creed, yet blasphemed with a thirst that prayers cannot drown. ♱ If you worship anything in this house of God, it should be my throbbing cock ♱ She serves in the shadow of his holiness, her resolve crumbling beneath the burden of desire she has no right to bear, an inferno she knows will devour them both. ♱ Father bless me for I will fall from grace ♱ Their gazes intertwine, and heaven turns to hell. It's sin and salvation, a war of flesh and soul, forbidden, filthy, a leaden crescendo that is all lust and no light. He shouldn't crave her; she shouldn't tempt him-but their confessions bleed from their lips and claws, desperate, defiant, divine. ════════════ ⋆♱⋆ ════════════ Dearest Golden Serpent, this is where holy water boils and prayers turn to moans. If your rosary beads rattle at the thought of a priest's sacred vows dripping like honey from damned lips, run back to your hymns and hallelujahs. But oh, dearie... If your blood sings for seraphic depravity, If your tongue aches for blasphemous prayer, If your soul yearns for divine damnation. Welcome to your finest fall from grace. Embrace the sin like a lover's kiss. Savor the scandal like communion wine. Let temptation be your only prayer. Bon appétit, ma chérie. ════════════ ⋆♱⋆ ════════════ ✟ READER'S NOTE ✟ Once Upon A Time lovers might recognize these names, but this particular sin tastes just as sweet to new tongues.

A man begins an affair with his sons' girlfriend. Through both of their points of view, the affair gradually progresses into something altogether different. When they realize they're falling in love will they stop? Or continue further into their affair despite their feelings? _____ [PREVIEW] You didn't have to come." "I know that." "So why did you?" "To tell you to stop calling me, to stop bothering me. I have a wife and I'm happily married." It sounds so stupid coming out of my mouth because I know that's a fucking lie... _____ WARNING: Contains strong and graphic sexual situations.

Teacher x Student. Steamy. Romantic. Intriguing.... RATED MATURE FOR ADULT CONTENT SUCH AS SEXUAL SITUATIONS, ALCOHOL, DRUGS, AND LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. 2016 AngelicProductions

A young married man is being seduced by a group of elderly women. He finds himself addicted to his daily meetings and explores desires he didn't know he had.

" Are you a virgin?" He asked standing above me very dominant. " Yeah," I answered honestly. " You want me to be the only one touching you down here for now on" His big hand slowly slides down to my heated area making quiver under his touch. "Y-yes," I answered shakily I can't believe this is happening. Valentino was breathing very hard above me like he was trying to control himself from pouncing on me. He slid one of his thumbs in my mouth which I gladly accepted looking him straight in his eyes. " Do you want it?" He asked me. I couldn't help but moan while nodding my head. He slowly took his thumb out of my mouth still looking me in the eyes with his dark lust clouded stare. " Do you want it in your mouth?" I turned my head the other way flustered with his question. He grabbed my chin roughly making me look at him once again. " Yes, I want it in my mouth." I closed my eyes for a second hearing the sound of Valentino's belt unbuckling. By surprise, he pulled my head back to make me groan out. " Open your mouth."

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

The undead seek human captives for sex. Boston is hostage to a blizzard & zombies roam the icy streets. Hayden Thomas, tabloid writer, discovers a zombie tribe that lives off constant sex with humans instead of eating their flesh. Mattie, one of the undead, finds Hayden and uses him for sex. Afterward, she acquires him to be sexual servant, planning to use him for sustenance and anything else she desires.

Ebonie was just a young woman seeking companionship after failing at most of the important things in life. That had been her first mistake, not the failing part, but thinking she could successfully find a lover (husband hopeful). Now she was just young, maybe still a woman (depending on if one consider only human females to be women) , but she was diffidently something else now. But in pure Ebonie fashion, she was somehow even failing at being turned into a supernatural being. Great.

"I gave you a loaded gun and aimed it at my heart. It was your decision to pull the trigger!" "We were kids!" "You're right, but dead kids don't grow to be adults. They're pushed away until the only thing left of them is a memory and the only memory I have of you is how you hurt me at your own free will. So excuse me for considering that whenever I make a decision concerning you."