❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Honours psychology student Layla Mitchell has above-average grades and a slightly-below-average sex life. When she enrolls in a senior course taught by the young, dark and mysterious Dr. Kayden Hall, she finds herself uncharacteristically intrigued by his research into sexual deviance. As Layla's academic fascination extends into the bedroom, her erotic discoveries begin to reveal more about the complex man she's experimenting with. Her inner psychologist is determined to figure him out but he isn't going to let her into his psyche that easily. A not-so-cliché BDSM Romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam.

*** Ansel Adams, or Ance as those he knows tend to call him, is a bad man though he didn't consider that to be his fault. His father had been a bad man, his grandfather had been a bad man--hell as far as Ance knew he came from a long line of men were just a bitten rotten down at their core. Everyone that knew Ance knew he was a man who would never change, never give up his lifestyle, never settle down....Until Penelope Reynolds came sobbing into his life. Ance hadn't given much thought to offering this rich man protection as he took a load of stolen goods to market until he realized that the banging sound coming from the crate was a tiny little blond with pigtails, freckles and a bad leg. Suddenly he's struck with a choice. Save the girl and return her to her family or simply let life do what life does and chalk it up to bad luck for little Penelope--in the past the latter choice would have been easy, but not now. *** Audrey Reynolds had never been so afraid in her life. Her daughter has been stolen. Her daughter is all she has left in the world since the murder of her husband five years earlier. Desperate to find Penelope, Audrey enlists the help of U.S. Marshall Rodger York who also happens to be the man who's been trying to marry her since the day after her husband had been placed under the ground. They embark on a journey to find Penelope and Rodger has vowed to kill whoever took the girl away. But things go wrong and Audrey learns that the very man she went to for help might be the man responsible for every bad thing that's happened in the last five years...... Will Audrey find a way to survive but more importantly will she ever see her daughter alive again?

ورودٌ ملتفٌ غصنُها حولَ مِعصمِه الايسر تمتد حولَ ذراعِه لتُحيطُه .. وكَم هي جميلهٌ عِند النَظر إليها وَهي تُعانق بشرتِه البرونزيه الساحرَه .. ولكن إن دققت النظر بأغصانها ستَجدِها مليئه بأشواك ، غُرِسَت بجلده جَاعِله قطرات مِن الدِماءِ تسيلُ على بتلات الورودِ البيضاء لِيختلط اللونُ الاحمرُ القاتِم باللونِ الابيضِ الناعِمْ تزيدُها جمالاً في اعينِ الناظِرين لِهذا المشهد امامهُم .. متجاهِلين تمامًا تعابير الالمِ المرسومهٍ على وجهِه!..

فَـقَطْ كَـرِّرِي إِسْـمَهُ ثَـلاَثَـةٓ مـَٰرَّاتْ وَ سَـيَظْهَرُ أَمَـامَكِٖ.... "جُـو.......إِنْ!" "جُـونْـغْ......؟" "جُـونْـغٖ.........إِنْ؟!" ©جميع الحقوق محفوظة لي ككاتبة الرواية لا أسمح بالإقتباس و لا بأخد الفكرة و تغيير الأبطال و لا بالترجمة لأي لغة كانت و لا لتحويلها إلى رواية مثلية و لا لتغيير الأبطال و لا أخد الرواية بأي شكل من الأشكال.

ملاحظة مهمة : الرواية خالية من أي علاقات شاذة أنا ضد كل التعاريف في الحب فهي جميعا قوالب و ضد جميع النصوص ، وضد جميع المذاهب فلا يصنع الحب إلا التجارب ولا يصنع البحر ، إلا الرياح و إلا المراكب ولا يستطيع الحديث عن الحرب .. إلا المحارب أنا أفعل الحب .. لكن إذا سألوني عنه .. فإني أفضل ألا أجاوب .. و .. شكرا لحبك .... فهو معجزتي الأخيرة .. بعدما ولّى زمن المعجزات شكرا لحبكِ .. فهو علّمني القراءة و الكتابة و هو زودني بأروع مفرداتي و هو الذي شطب النساء جميعهن .. بلحظة فـ .. لا أنت يا حبيبتي معقولة .. ولا أنا معقول هل من صفات الحب .. أن يحطم العادي و المألوف ، و المعقول ؟؟ هل من شروط الحب .. أن نجهل يا حبيبتي أسماءنا ؟؟ هل من شروط الحب ، يا حبيبتي ؟؟ أن لا نرى أمامنا ... ولا نرى وراءنا ... هل من شروط الحب يا حبيبتي ؟؟ بأن أسمى قاتلاً حين أكون أنا المقتول ؟؟ تشكيلة من قصائد الشاعر " نزار قباني " جائزة المركز الثاني بالفئة الكوميدية بمسابقة كالاتشو المُقدمة من الكاتبة: ندى الشحات x-aphrodite. الغلاف من تصميم: جنود التصميم designsoldiers

« يهْتز الجهاز الأسود بجيبه ، يركض مُسرعا ما إن عرف وجهته ، حين تتوقف الحياة عن منحك الفرص ، يستقيم خط النبض ، و يتوقف القلب عن الخفقان حينها هل ستقول وداعا ؟ هل ستذهب ببساطة؟» " حين تبني سعادتك على تعاسة أحدهم فإنها ستصير تعاسة شئت أم أبيت فالحياة عادلة فقط حين يتعلق الأمر بك" "إمنحيني فرصة" " قلبي متعلق به ، يأبى التخلي عنه " " سأوقف الزمن في اللحظة التي تخبرني فيها أنك تحبني أيضا" "ٱسف ، لا أستطيع" " الحب ليس خيار ، إنه قدر"

"إيـْاكِ أنْ تَـخَــافـي مِـنَ الــشَـيْـطَـان مــا دُمْـتِ تَـمْـلِـكـينَ مَـلاكـاً" لكنني لست الملاك، ولن أكون كذلك ولست الشيطان ايضا، بل اسوأ. فترقبي... ○●○● تِلكَ العُيون، أسَرتْني، جَذبْتني، وَقعتُ لَها مُنْذُ المّرةِ الأولى، لَم أُفكِر يَوماً بأننَي سَوفَ أخوْضُ بالحُب، أنا هُو الّسيِد الّذي يَهابُه مَن بأسفَلِ الأرضِ قَبلَ مَن فَوقِها فَكيفَ سَأقعُ بالحُب؟ لأمرٌ سَخيف، لَكِنني فَعلت! ○●○ لَقد أوقَعت بي تِلكَ المَلاك. 《PARK CHANYEOL》

" كُن مُختلِفاً ، العالَّم لا يحتمِّل المَزيد مِن النُسخ ! ". . - William Jongin (Kai) & Damiontrie Gerald illghara. - the underworld 13/9/2015