She was soft. Sweet. Curvy..and weighs around 70 kg.And never meant to be his... But the Demon King doesn't share. June never expected to be sent to the Demon Kingdom wearing royal silk and a forced smile. She's no princess-just a curvy girl with a quiet heart, chosen as a pawn in a deadly ritual between kingdoms. But when the Devil himself-Sebastian, the Demon King-lays eyes on her... everything changes. He's cruel. Sinfully gorgeous. And absolutely forbidden. Yet from the moment their eyes meet, he wants no one else. He dances with her like he owns her soul. Touches her like he's starving. And watches her like he's ready to burn the world just to taste her again. But June isn't supposed to fall for him. Not for his sinful mouth. Not for the way he says her name like a prayer. Not for the demon who breaks every rule for her. Now, danger is closing in. Royal games turn bloody. And behind every stolen kiss lies a deadly secret. Because loving the Demon King means surviving hell itself. And June? She might just be the only one who can tame him... or destroy him.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

Karma Brismé. 19 years old. 5 foot 7 brick house for sure. A face so beautiful you could say it was carved from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, actually she was once told. Bred from a white heroin addicted mother and fifty year old Haitian pimp. Attracting older men definitely ran in her blood. Archibald Jackson. 57 year old. 6 foot 5 Caucasion male. Millionaire ceo. He's watched his granddaughter (Laura) and Karma play and grow up together for years and he can't help the rush of emotions he feels at the sight of a now fully adulted Karma.

Book 1 Alpha Taming She stopped, watching him with large scared eyes. Mika had no godly clue why her thighs tingled with excitement just from him being near him. He clouded her senses and made her want to run at the same time. She stepped back. He just grabbed her and pulled her into his chest, " You are mine. Don't try to escape again. " She struggled for a moment, but Jayce was far to strong. " I am not a submissive little child! Why do you think I would let you keep me here?" His growl was like thunder. " I will catch you every single time, bring you back here, and punish you in the best ways I can think of. I could tease you until you beg for release, but I will never give in. I could starve you. It wouldn't matter." She craned her neck up at him, damn he was tall, and glared, " You are an idiot. " He narrowed his eyes, and shoved her at the bed, " Should I punish you now Mika, my little runaway?" he growled in a tone that made her want him all the more. This idiot knew nothing about what a Luna was supposed to do did he? She wasn't running. The Asshole had brought her home, and never once showed her anything at all! He hadn't showed her the boundaries, he hadn't introduced her, he hadn't let her explain what Lunas are supposed to do. " Do it, and I will make you regret it with your life Jayce. " she snapped harshly. _________________ Cover credit goes to watermellasugar Fyi: My story is mostly edited. I am still editing and adding to it. Be sure to look for updates and new updates to it! I will post which ones are edited in the titles. Alpha Taming is going to be the series name. She's my Luna! Is going to be the first book!

In the quaint town of Pinevale, where tradition and religion hold a firm grip, 26-year-old Evangeline returns to her roots to care for her grieving grandmother. She expects a brief stay. Confident and self-assured, she's left her past behind and plans to keep it that way. But her plans take an unexpected turn when she's offered a job assisting the new priest. Enter Gabriel, the sweet and shy priest, inexperienced in matters of the heart and far too innocent for Pinevale's judgmental eyes. When Gabriel confesses his crush on a mysterious woman, he turns to Evangeline for guidance in the tantalizing world of romance. The line between mentor and lover blurs as she coaches him through seductive and endearing lessons in love. With every forbidden lesson, the chemistry between Evangeline and Gabriel intensifies. Despite the town's rigid views and personal differences, they find themselves irresistibly drawn to one another, defying tradition and expectation. In a place where scandal lurks around every corner, their growing desire for each other becomes a daring dance of passion and secrecy. "The Divine Temptation" is a sensual journey exploring the complexities of desire and the clash between tradition and personal liberation in the unlikeliest places. If you do not like the topic of a forbidden romance within the church or the discussion of the church or God, this book may not be for you. However, if it is, grab your holy water and bible and pray, for this is about to be a smutfest!! Trigger Warning: There is mention of rape within this story which is not from the mmc, and the reactions afterwards, if you find this topic hard to digest, this book may not be for you.

[COMPLETED] "I-I've never kissed anyone before." Matthew whispers and my eyes widen in shock. This gorgeous giant has never kissed anyone before. Then that must mean...... "Are you a virgin?" I whisper, playing with his tie as he looks up at me from his seated position with wide eyes. He gulps and I can tell he's embarrassed as his neck begins to tint red. "I am." ••• Amara Wesley, a student in her final year at university, studying English Literature becomes infatuated by her new professor, Matthew James. Matthew James is an antisocial man, with a huge scar on his cheek that would scare people off with just one look, it is difficult for him to express that deep down he is a friendly giant who wouldn't hurt a fly. He is also pulled in by Amara's playful personality and beautiful looks but they both know what they're about to do could turn into chaos. Forbidden Chaos. #1 in student / April 2021 / September 2021 #1 in loving / April 2021 / September 2021 #1 in fictional characters/ September 2021

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?