[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

This is a StudentxTeacher novel!! Un·as·sail·a·ble Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated. If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were something dangerously unmoral, could we be questioned? Yes. Attacked? Of course. Defeated? Hell no. No one could break our magnetism. Our perfectly forbidden dalliance. It was exquisite, if you ask me. But every choice we make has its own repercussions, right? Doctor Vennberg is a thirty-five year old prestigious surgeon, being one of the greatest physicians there is. This year he tried doing something different and put a partial pause to his work at the hospital to teach at Cooley's university-one of the best colleges on science faculty. He's strict, arrogant, incredibly intelligent and annoyingly handsome. Now insert Amalia Knox, a 21 year old adventurous, beautiful and immensely smart first year medicine student. What will happen when they cross paths? There's a million reasons why they shouldn't be together, but what if the desire is stronger? What happens when they find themselves in a one way road, not being able to turn back?

Scarlett, a workaholic publicist, finds herself unable to resist a tempting offer when sparks fly with her newest client. ***** Vice President of a prestigious PR firm, Scarlett Bardot's life is consumed with work. To push back the harsh memories of her past and the untimely end of her short-lived marriage, she has managed to make it to the top by devoting herself to her profession... to everyone but herself. When she lands the client of a lifetime, she assumes this job will be like all the ones before it. Giovanni Martinelli is a world-famous Italian designer, known for his impeccable sense of style, impressive wealth, and drop-dead good looks. He comes with a reputation, but Scarlett has never been afraid of a challenge, even if it isn't the one she expected. Giovanni is beyond charming, and it's not long before Scarlett finds herself under his spell. Both reeling from past heartbreak, but unable to deny the chemistry between them, an arrangement is made: no strings attached, no commitment, only pleasure. It's a perfect plan on paper, but how long will it be until "just tonight" isn't enough? Book One of the No Strings Attached series Content warning: This story contains themes of domestic abuse, child abuse, addiction, and attempted suicide. Cover designed by Regina Dionela

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

ʻʻWhat's forbidden is always the sweetest.ʼʼ This is a story where you're going to hate him. You might even hate her. The two people who are doing something very wrong in other people's eyes, but to them it's the most right thing they've ever done. He consumes her whole. He's a bastard and she hates him at times. But there's a thin line between hate and love. And she can't help herself but fall in love with him. Even if her love should never happen, even if she loves the man she should never have. He's not the man for her, she's not the woman for him. Yet they still let themselves get sucked into the depth of forbidden pleasures.