Christina Engela

Imagine, if you will: Meradinis! The stuff of myths and legends! The Turtle Island of the stars – home planet to the fearsome and once legendary Corsairs – the terrors of the black, the monsters in Human form who killed innocents and waged a campaign of terror against the colonies for decades! Meradinis! The reputation of that place – that terrible place, a place of death and destruction that beckoned to adventurers, killers, profiteers and fortune seekers! Meradinis… The very name of this world grabbed the imaginations of young boys and girls, and universally mesmerized dreamers and romantics alike.

Imagine, if you will: The Ruminarii Hammerhead was so named because of its peculiar hull shape. Being the main warship of the warlike Ruminarii, they were as much feared as hated. (The current advice in general circulation would be ‘if you see one, look for a hole – crawl into it and then pull it in after you.’) A hammerhead is about a kilometer long and is a dark shiny black, as black as space and – as some whisper, as dark as the souls of the Ruminarii themselves. As you may follow, they are an extremely hostile species (i.e. there is no word for ‘welcome’ in the Ruminarii language.) In four short centuries they had managed to lay waste to almost a thousand star systems, enslaving their populations and stripping them of all they wanted.

Imagine, if you will: A bright yellow star lit the darkness somewhere in deep space, accompanied by its rather dysfunctional family of nine deceptively ordinary-looking planets. During its enormously long lifetime many beings had named it from the far ends of distant telescopes, including it into numerous star clusters and constellations as they were perceived from their vantage points. Once, or maybe twice, creatures simply looked up into their own skies to name it from their own now long dead and deserted worlds. In more recent times, beings from a world that orbited a different sun far away gave it a name too – creatures that called themselves Human, who travelled here and settled on one of its inner planets. The planet they chose to make a new home on? They called that Deanna. They called the star Ramalama.

Imagine, if you will: The battle cruiser was lost. In the desolation of the vastness of space, all was silent. All, that is, except for the screaming. Then that too fell mercifully silent. Captain Armon Kaine was the last of his crew that had survived – or at least, if any others were still alive, he was unaware of them. It didn’t seem likely, given the circumstances. Somehow that… thing had managed to kill every one of his crew within the space of only a few days! All had died horribly – mangled and mauled to death!

Honestly, Gary didn’t know what to say to Jenny Grauffis! What was he supposed to say? That she shouldn’t cry because she would get to see her sister again? That Danielle might survive this terror, and one day come home? He knew that would be a lie. Nobody survives things like that intact and gets to go home again. This was the part that Scrooby had told him was going to be so hard!

Imagine if you will: Somewhere in the depths of space a somewhat ordinary, boring-looking medium-sized yellow star cast weird-looking shadow-puppets across the dark interstellar wastes that currently belonged to the Terran Empire. Nine planets spun around it in suitably eccentric orbits – tiny slivers of matter that had rolled up into little balls and wished the rest of the universe would just bugger off and stop staring. When the Humans arrived here they settled on one of them and (in polite company) called it Home. Since it was a frontier world where roughing it was a way of life, there was very little at all to laugh at. So one bright su – um, day, they called the star Ramalama – and named the two tiny moons of their new home Ding and Dong. (This is something of a local joke.) Since that time, the Terran colony known as Deanna flourished and prospered to become the bustling third rate world it was today, which in case anyone is wondering, was a bright February morning in the distant future.

"A flag is all the proof you will ever need that any government is up the pole." - Christina Engela.

Just think about it. As frontiers go, this is probably the most final of them all, not because it may be the last frontier, but because as long as we try to cross it and explore it, we take it with us. No matter how far we go, the frontier will always be just that much ahead of us, tantalizing our curiosities. Thus, we can never really cross it in so far as just push it back a little. The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect, not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship. Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he lazily … Wait-a-minute!

Imagine if you will: At the highly secretive, largely independent, inter-dimensional and (inevitably) clandestine organization called the Time Saving Agency, there is a saying that goes: ‘You can’t break an omelet without first making eggs’. While this may appear to be a rather flippant little idiom, there is – as is usually the case, far more to it than meets the eye. For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the pioneers of time travel, it’s one of the foundation stones of the Theory behind it. It’s something of a paradox – a mind-boggling annotation in the ever-puzzling and ever growing Anals of History. (Some readers may still be thinking that should be ‘Annals’ – however, the author of this work cannot be blamed for what you may think.)

Warning: These stories are raw, intimate, and unapologetically intense, written for readers who crave dark, twisted, and emotionally charged erotica. Beware, some hungers don't loosen their grip once awakened. ~~~ "Look at you, turned on already. Look at your pussy, glistening and oozing even in the dark." "I'm not..." The words die on my lips as his eyes darken. "Touch yourself. Dig your finger into your hole and see for yourself just how filthy you are." It isn't a request. It's a motherfucking command. ~~~ This collection explores everything from sexual manipulation and temptation to consuming need, obsession, power imbalance, forbidden attraction, and Dom/Sub dynamics. Each story is nasty, tainted, and designed to leave you corrupted. Whether it's the cold, aloof single dad, the ruthless, wicked debt collector, or the client you simply can't ignore, each tale will wreck you in the best possible way, and leave you burning for days to come. If you're bold enough, turn the page.

"Why? I know it's not that you actually care about me. Then why? Tell me." I demanded looking down. "Be MINE, Caroline" he said. I always loved the way my name rolled on his tongue. I saw him coming towards me as I took small steps backwards until my back hit the wall. I could see his face getting closer to mine to reach my lips. Caroline Brook is the daughter of a wealthy business man. She has it all, looks, beauty, intelligence, money-of course! She's a true believer of LOVE. She lived a carefree life until a tragedy strikes hard. Daniel Rochester is one of the richest business man in New York City. He's the perfect definition for a Casanova. He never was a relationship kind of guy. And he rather chose to believe in one night stands. What happens when circumstances make these completely opposite people meet? Is there going to be an explosion of volcano of hatred or rain of love? Are they gonna make it together till the end?

Growing up in a poor household, Emilia and her family struggle to make due until their left with nearly nothing. So when the billionaire of a world famous business comes knocking at their door offering them money it naturally sparks interest. But with great money comes a great price. That price being Emilia's hand in marriage.

A TWIST TO THE NORMAL BILLIONAIRES EX WIFE STORIES. James Saunders is a billionaire. ceo, of one of the biggest companies In the world. married to the beautiful Katherine Saunders. Katherine Saunders was a secretary for her university placement then the budding romance between her and her employer led to marriage but when she found him cheating and keeping secrets she left broken hearted and with a secret of her own weighing on her shoulders he kicks her out of the house. Left alone katherine has to build her life up again and with secrets of her own what happens when paths cross and truths are outed what happens when Katherine sees the man she has been avoiding for 5 years Katherine works for a law firm and when he comes into her office a civil relationship seens to be out of the question. Feelings burried deep unravel and her own secrets impact the relationship in some serious ways

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When I was eight months pregnant, I collapsed suddenly from a severe pregnancy complication. In the hospital, my husband, Easton, refused to approve my emergency C-section. Standing beside my bleeding body with his mistress, Colette, he held a postnuptial agreement in his hand. He forced me to give up all our assets and take on Colette's massive debts. He even called the police and falsely accused me of stealing a fake luxury watch, trying to stop me from paying for my own medical care. "Sign it, and you get the surgery. Otherwise, don't expect to live." Because of his delay, my baby's heartbeat stopped. I completely broke down, grieving the child he had killed. He thought he had won. He thought I was a housewife he could manipulate however he pleased. But he forgot — I was the Chief Financial Officer who helped him build his entire corporate empire. And I had evidence of every single one of his financial crimes.

Annie Davis was beyond furious when she was told she had been inseminated with the wrong sperm which belonged to a Billionaire who insists he wants to be in her life and the baby's life if she falls pregnant.

He bought her life to pay for her lover's betrayal... but he was not supposed to become obsessed with her. Ivy is dragged into the underground compound of the Devil's Saints motorcycle club to face their most brutal enforcer. Cole is ordered to break her and find the stolen millions. But Ivy does not scream, and she does not beg. She watches him with a heavy, calculating silence that gets under his skin and makes him question the club he swore to protect. He was supposed to ruin her. So why is he the only one standing between her and a loaded gun? He was ordered to ruin her for a betrayal she did not commit. Locked in the underground vault of a violent motorcycle club, Ivy is forced into the custody of their most lethal enforcer. Cole is a man built on cold punishment and ruthless loyalty, tasked with breaking her to find their stolen millions. But instead of begging, her heavy, unyielding silence sparks a dark, forbidden obsession the enforcer cannot fight. He was supposed to be her executioner. He was never meant to become the man willing to burn his own brotherhood to the ground just to claim her.

Imagine if you will: At the highly secretive, largely independent, inter-dimensional and (inevitably) clandestine organization called the Time Saving Agency, there is a saying that goes: ‘You can’t break an omelet without first making eggs’. While this may appear to be a rather flippant little idiom, there is – as is usually the case, far more to it than meets the eye. For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the pioneers of time travel, it’s one of the foundation stones of the Theory behind it. It’s something of a paradox – a mind-boggling annotation in the ever-puzzling and ever growing Anals of History. (Some readers may still be thinking that should be ‘Annals’ – however, the author of this work cannot be blamed for what you may think.)

April Grace had a childhood unlike most girl's. Despite the differences, she has always been a happy, likable girl. When tragedy shakes her faith and trust , only friends- and a certain handsome cowboy will help her to survive this storm and fulfill the last promise she made to her father: To move on and be happy. Author's Note: *This story does contain a slightly touchy subject.* If it bothers you then by all means do not read. It was deeply on my mind and heart though and I simply HAD to write it out. This is a CLEAN HISTORICAL ROMANCE with a HAPPILY EVER AFTER! HAPPY READING! - Lady Rosabella