Lailah, a beautiful Nymph, was spat out by the sea after angering the great Poseidon. Luckily, she was rescued by the cunning Ja Lia, who of course, immediately felt a strong sexual attraction to her. He made advances, and she submitted, wanting to repay him for his kindness. But she liked the sex a little much. Transforming into an insatiable seductress, she proceeded to test will of other men, who unknown to her were Ja Lia's siblings. Angered by this betrayal, Ja Lia sets sail on the open sea but met with new fate. Poseidon would recruit him against Lailah, who already carries his child.
"You shouldn't have done that you know?"
She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing.
She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal.
She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try.
"Twas partly because of you, you know."
She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had been the one who had been there for her. She should be able to repay him.
He stood up from where he was and went to sit beside her. She was the one feeling jumpy then. He seemed to want to demand for something. She couldn't be really sure. She made him seat.
Then she stood up and went to the berth. She sat on it, pretending to want to pack the clothes on it. She looked at him with a side of her left eye, figuring out if he would come over. He should of course. Though she had no qualms about that.
"Why did you say it's about me?"
He hesitated. He really wanted to come but he wasn't ready. Like he was ready but didn't know how he would do it. He didn't want it to be too obvious. He shouldn't hide it of course.
She remembered how gently he had touched her and ran his hands across his body when she was lying lifelessly on the shore of the dark sea. Though she was unconscious, yet she could feel some surges squashing her veins during the process. He did seem to be gentlemanly but he was always acting odd. That could be referred to as his tragic flaw.
"You won't understand if I tell you."
She stopped the pretense and turned to him.
"Really?"
He smiled. He was comely. That was as easy as it could had come. His broad face could house a thousand smiles and have them all seating there comfortably. He was such a blessed fellow. She wasn't drooling though.
"Of course. If I try explaining to you, you might not understand. I can't be sure how well you can think."
She wanted to take that as offensive. But even if she would take it, it shouldn't be what he had said. Even if he did slap her, she shouldn't consider it as anything evil or odd. He did worth it. He had been good to her and could do whatever was best. Not really what it was, but whatever it did seem to be.
"I am a Nymph and you know that, Ja."
"I prefer Lia, or suiting to say, Ja Lia."
Twas her time to make fun outta it.
"What's the difference between Ja, Lia and Ja Lia. It's merely the trained ideologies. There is no such big deal about it. You don't want to make a mountain of a molehill."
He stood up abruptly and edged towards her. He could use that medium in advancing. He had been longing for going over to the bed. That was the best time to do it. He did hope that the lady wouldn't notice his intentions.
"Are you actually trying to explain my name to me?"
He sat on the berth while she moved sideways. She sat with her back to him. He was breathing heavily. She could feel his breath on her air. She wasn't sure how close he was to her on the bed. She didn't want to be sure. It could birth something she wasn't actually prepared for.
She dragged her bum away from where she was and reached for a scroll which was on the window of the super small and untidy room. She sat again, with her back to him. She wanted to be sure that she had moved away from him. It really did seem so. She couldn't feel his breath anymore on her hair.
She fiddle with the scroll and let the rope holding it folded slip off. She opened and pretended to be reading. She noticed a movement behind her. He had dragged closer. She had no idea what he was doing. She might have to use redirection.
"As I said earlier, I'm a Nymph and know many things you never will have an idea of."
He was already very close to her. She could feel his breath all over her hair and ears. His hands were not on her yet, yet she did feel as though she had been ravished. He had helped her, she shouldn't mind whatever he would want to do.
"Really. Do you mean that?"
He buried his face in her long hair. He made a movement and rumpled the hair. She didn't mind. She didn't care. But she was jumpy. She didn't seem to be comfortable with that. She believed that if she did keep talking he would to be forced to think twice and change. She wasn't sure.
"Ja Lia should be the name of a lady not of a man. You don't do well with a name swap."
He seemed to stop. That was very brilliant of her. She should be willing to admit to that. She continued, before he would have a change of his mind and keep to his nuances
"I have been sent to many emperors in Rome and Athens and I've taken note of the names they bear. I used to know of a lady whose name was your name. Or should I say you are the impostor? She was valiant and strong. Though she did have no child."
He buried his face again in her hair. It seemed as though she had made a stray. Maybe she had said something she oughtn't to say. She would regret of course.
"That's quite brilliant of you to say."
He ran his arms around her and wounded her up as though he was some hungry snake. He wrapped his arms around her below her two bounty breasts.
Kie is only a poor fellow who works at a stable, where he strives to make ends meet - to feed himself and his dying mother. He has no faith in the gods who had found no delight in healing his mother. He thinks to lead such life on (as a groom) till death takes his mother and he be gone from the land which had turned a blind eye on them. To live a solitary life in some cave and die with his celibacy. But little did he know fate was yet to begin its games. Soon did he discover what fate has in stock for him when he met an Alan in the woods; A prophecy which sets his life rolling was given. The implication of the prophecy were thus; ✓ He was a sworn heir of the gods to the throne of his land. But by Horus, he believes in no god, why have they chosen him? ✓ His wife, his to-be queen, was the personal maid of the obnoxious princess of the land. And unknown to the both of them, the maid has no faintest idea that she would be a great witch. ✓ And they both would conceive the greatest Warlock who had ever lived. "A warlock with the heart of the gods, mind of men." The words of the Alan. A warlock who would bring about a new era. An era where neither would the gods be greater than men nor men lesser than the gods. Yet, both unequal. But Kie has a BIG problem. He keeps misinterpreting the Alan's prophecy; His bane.
The three ladies (his daughter, maid and lover) want a half of him, but seriously, who divides a half into three? * * * Athena has given her words to her father that Vulcan, the mortal is better than every god, Zeus, her father formed and proposed that she marry. Because of that, she can't return to her father with shame and regret. She stands her ground, she will fight for who she loves. The Nymph will not back down, because all her life, she had only been a puppet to Athena's will, and taking her man will be the best comeback. Prium will not let Vulcan off her hook because she had left every thing she was and had back in the village because of him. Returning to the village is a 'NO'. And Vulcan? He holds them all in same regard because all of them have been useful in one way or the other. But deep down, the memories he has shared sexually and emotionally with Athena back in fantasy keeps reminding him of his love for her.
He was hunted by some Centuars and Satyrs after he'd breached the orders of the underworld. Then they pursued him till he lost them to a forest. He was found by some of the creatures who he killed. He stayed in the forest for a while till a lady came to the forest. He was surprised to realize that other creatures existed and stole after her till he found a voluptuous village. He returned to his stead (the trunk of a tree) and would go to steal the babies of the inhabitants of the village. He kept on this and travelled to other parts of sewn villages whenever there was no baby to steal anymore. Nemesis caught up with him when it was time for him to be stolen. Ah! He who steal will be stolen.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .