La Pâle Fleur
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Last published Wed, Feb 28, 2018
She trembled under his scornful look and couldn't wait to seek cover from the bruising grip on her arm and his hostile gaze that seemed to be peering into her soul.
"You must be awfully delighted with the newest addition to the Spectre family."
Aurora quickly nodded her head apprehensively and frighteningly waited for the man's verdict.
"Well, if I must endure your presence, you must not cross me because I don't tolerate disobedience, little flower."
The man's gruff and domineering voice resonated across the wedding reception as he loomed over the frail and fragile Aurora.
Riven Oden, recent groom has not only inherited the vast wealth from his bride to be but also her young and innocent daughter.
When Riven and Aurora inevitably clash, will the enthralling flower wilt or blossom under the grasp of such a coldhearted man?
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Rafael stepped even closer, his presence almost suffocating now. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I froze. The gesture was so out of place, so unnervingly intimate, that it sent a shiver down my spine. "You don't get it, do you?" he said softly, his tone almost mocking. "This isn't about your job. This is about you. About keeping you safe. About making sure no one...oversteps." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as his words settled in the air between us. "Safe?" I managed to say, my voice shaky despite my efforts to keep it steady. "From what? From whom?" Torren pushed off the desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he came to stand beside Rafael. The two of them were a wall of intensity, their dark suits blending into the shadows of the room. "From people who don't know their place," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "From people who don't realize what's off-limits." I felt my blood boil at the implication, at the sheer arrogance of their words. "Off-limits?" I snapped, stepping back to put some distance between us. "I'm not some object you can claim. I can talk to whoever I want. Dance with whoever I want. None of this-" I gestured around the room, my frustration bubbling over. "-gives you the right to control me." Rafael tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "You're right," he said again, his tone unnervingly calm. "We don't have the right to control you. But that doesn't mean we won't protect what's ours." My breath hitched at the weight of his words, at the way his gaze bore into me as if he could see every corner of my soul. I hated how my heart raced, how part of me felt trapped and another part wanted to fight back. #3 - morally grey #8 - forbidden romance
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"You think you have such a smart mouth, don't you?" She said, so sweetly. So quietly. So deviously. I crossed my arms, the muscles in my arms jumped and strained against the sleeves of my red shirt. "I don't think. I know." "Ooh, poor boy. Suffering from brain injury already. It's alright. I'll let you live your disillusionment." Unable to take it anymore, I bite out. "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry?" "You are acting like I didn't touch your pussy last night." • • • Top naval aviator Zaid Edris has weathered every storm, both in the skies and on the ground, with unwavering precision and strength. A man defined by his principles, his family has always been at the core of his existence. Recently, they've been pushing him toward marriage-something he's never given much thought to, preferring solitude and the quiet chaos of his career. But there's one thing that could make even the most disciplined man falter: Rose Anderson. She's a relentless force of trouble, a cunning troublemaker who knows exactly how to push all his buttons and turn his world upside down. Fierce, untamable, and perpetually infuriating, Rose has always been a thorn in his side. The problem? She's his cousin. Now, caught in the pressure of family expectations and a magnetic, stormy connection with the one woman who drives him insane, Zaid finds himself in a battle he never saw coming. And for the first time in his life, he's not sure if he's fighting for his peace-or for something much more dangerous. (First book of D-Series) Completed.Complete
FALLEN
"Sorry I'm late, I stopped for coffee and bought you-" The ice coffee in my hand quickly hits the floor the moment I turn the corner, entering Ben's office. From the way he's standing as he has his back turned to me, to his physique. I know that my eyes are not deceiving me, it's him. "Hello Aurora." He says turning around and looking straight into my eyes, as if piercing my heart. ______ It has been thirteen years since they last crossed paths, last spoke or even set their eyes on each other and in those years Aurora has kept her heart locked away in a cold, and impenetrable fortress. To protect herself from anyone who'd even try to hurt her again. Yet all it takes is one look into her eyes for him to bulldoze his way back into her life. Cy has been gone for a long time, can he really handle Aurora as she is now? Or will she prove to be a far too difficult opponent.Complete
Whispers in Secret
*** A Steamy Romance *** Ella Montgomery is a fiercely determined law student at Oxford University, juggling her ambitious studies while harboring an undeniable secret crush on Lucien Storm, her father's charismatic best friend. From the moment she first laid eyes on him, Lucien's magnetic presence ignited feelings within her that she desperately tries to suppress. She understands that her future hinges on her education, not on the fantasies of being swept away in his arms. Unbeknownst to Ella, Lucien is equally captivated by her. As the head of a powerful mafia family and a trusted friend of her father, he finds himself torn between his growing desire for the spirited young woman and the weight of his responsibilities. The forbidden nature of their feelings creates a tension neither can ignore, even as they try to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Lucien often finds himself lost in fantasies, imagining the feel of Ella's warm body against his, her nails tracing the intricate tattoos that tell his story, and the way her mouth would taste against him. Each thought is both intoxicating and torturous, as he grapples with the consequences of pursuing a romance that could shatter the bonds of friendship and loyalty. As they both navigate their intense emotions, they face the daunting question: Can love flourish in the shadows of secrecy and loyalty, or will their desires lead to heartbreak and chaos? Their journey will test the limits of their hearts, challenging everything they thought they knew about love, power, and the sacrifices they're willing to make for a chance at happiness. In a world where danger lurks at every corner, Ella and Lucien must decide if they are brave enough to confront their feelings, or if the pain of unrequited love will ultimately consume them both.Complete
Is it too late to say Sorry?
"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.Complete
Flower
"Your Father has chosen your husband. He'll now lift your veil. So behave yourself," she squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. I keep my gaze down as I wait in anticipation, clutching my hands tightly to stop my body from trembling. Mother has always told me that a woman is like a flower ... a delicate flower that needs to be plucked at the ripe age. The beginning of a new journey with a man she has never met...what tale will unfold in the life of Raya? Will she find solace in this marriage or will it bring chaos upon her? (⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ Abuse, Rape, Violence ⚠️)
Thorns of Arrangement (f/f arranged marriage / enemies to lovers)
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Less Than Nothing
"What are we doing Alex?" He breathes against my lips. That's too sensible of a question, so I ignore it. My brain has yet to return to my body, and right now that is the last thing I'm worried about. "Stay." I whisper against his mouth, my words flowing without any thought. "Stay?" He sits up fully, which results in me straddling him. His expression is full of curiosity and mild shock. "Like stay stay?" I don't respond with words. I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I'll start to overthink and I can't afford that. Instead, I pull my shirt over my head. I do it confidently, in spite of my boldness starting to dissipate as the seconds pass. Ryan swallows. His eyes trail down to my breasts, before he looks at me again with a look I can't name. "Are you sure?" He stares into me. "Promise me you're sure." "I'm sure." I tell him softly. "I promise." ******* ALEXANDRA MONET is a twenty two year old girl, freshly out of college. After landing her dream job working for top fashion designer Adrienne Walker, she moves from a small town in Florida, to the boisterous city of New York. Since before she moved, Alex mapped out a clear plan for the direction of her life. None of which could prepare her for RYAN RUSSO...the snarky, sarcastic boy who she'll soon find herself thinking about constantly. As much as the two think they can't stand each other, there's an underlying attraction that eventually grows too strong for either them to bare. So they make an agreement... An agreement that is supposed to be void of any and all feelings, but over time it becomes a lot harder than expected. It's supposed to mean nothing. Less than nothing, but unfortunately some things just don't go as planned. Warning: Mature scenes and language.Complete
Rafael stepped even closer, his presence almost suffocating now. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I froze. The gesture was so out of place, so unnervingly intimate, that it sent a shiver down my spine. "You don't get it, do you?" he said softly, his tone almost mocking. "This isn't about your job. This is about you. About keeping you safe. About making sure no one...oversteps." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as his words settled in the air between us. "Safe?" I managed to say, my voice shaky despite my efforts to keep it steady. "From what? From whom?" Torren pushed off the desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he came to stand beside Rafael. The two of them were a wall of intensity, their dark suits blending into the shadows of the room. "From people who don't know their place," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "From people who don't realize what's off-limits." I felt my blood boil at the implication, at the sheer arrogance of their words. "Off-limits?" I snapped, stepping back to put some distance between us. "I'm not some object you can claim. I can talk to whoever I want. Dance with whoever I want. None of this-" I gestured around the room, my frustration bubbling over. "-gives you the right to control me." Rafael tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "You're right," he said again, his tone unnervingly calm. "We don't have the right to control you. But that doesn't mean we won't protect what's ours." My breath hitched at the weight of his words, at the way his gaze bore into me as if he could see every corner of my soul. I hated how my heart raced, how part of me felt trapped and another part wanted to fight back. #3 - morally grey #8 - forbidden romance
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