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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 is lonely, deeply shy, and constantly aware of how she doesn't fit in culturally, racially, or physically. She finds comfort in Skye, who becomes a close friend, and slowly builds a quiet, secret connection with Yuri, a mysterious man who watches her from the shadows but always ensures she gets home safely. Their relationship simmers with tension, complicated by Ayana's sexual inexperience and Yuri's dangerous lifestyle. The two fall into a slow-burn romance that turns sensual, vulnerable, and increasingly intense. Ayana doesn't yet know that Yuri is involved in violent criminal activity the same world that threatens her safety.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

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.

[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

Graham's a 30-year-old socially awkward nerd - a virgin with a head full of fantasies and a heart full of nerves. He's got all the kinks he's scared to try, all the desires he's never dared to explore. Marley's 25, plus-size, quiet but confident - the kind of woman who sees the real him, the messy, shy, freaky parts he hides from the world. When Marley starts to peel back Graham's layers, she unlocks more than just his secrets - she awakens a fire neither of them expected. From stolen kisses in the bookstore aisles to nights filled with whispered praise and raw discovery, they're about to rewrite what love and pleasure look like.

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?