"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan..." "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?
CAMILLA
~•~
My hands brushed the floor and slid to the side of the radio. Sighing with satisfaction, I proceeded to find the volume button and pressed it till I could no longer hear myself breathe.
I turned, face up, my legs dancing in the air as I sang along to the song on the radio.
"Call me, irresponsible.."
I turned sideways, my left hand clung to my chest dramatically as my eyes widened, I shut them and frowned.
"Call me, unreliable.."
I sat up, throwing my hands in the air and moving my head sideways with so much force my loosely fixed hair pin fell off.
"Throw in, undependable tooooo...." I screamed, stretching the last word dramatically. I knelt on the bed.
I continued to sing while running my hands all over her my body dramatically, moving my head from side to side while imagining I was a rockstar vixen in a hot music video.
Suddenly, my song stopped.
"There is, nothing that I won't do to..." There was a short pause. i frowned when I realised I had been singing alone for more than thirty seconds.
"Oh for the love of..."
The sight of red flip-flops beside the radio stopped my statement. To be honest, it was not the flip-flops, but the person whose feet rested in them.
"Urghhh!"
I fell back to the spring bed, the poor thing squeaked under my weight and I frowned.
"Stupid mattress" I cursed aloud.
I was not even allowed to wallow in self pity in peace!
"It's had enough of you, and frankly so have I!" The lady standing beside my bed spoke. I sighed and turned to her.
"What do you want?" I asked, my lazy eyes looking up at my older sister. We had similar brown hair and odd brown eyes. One that looked more transparent than brown, almost like you could see through the eyes, into whatever lay beyond them.
"What do I want?" She repeated, appearing thoughtful.
"Let's see, how about you stand up and try to make yourself useful around here?"
I pouted, rolled my eyes and folded my arms under my breasts as I sat up.
"I am a certified psychologist, a mental doctor, you don't speak to me like that."
Tehilah's eyes darted around my small frame with disgust. I sat nonchalant on my small spring bed, in a lose grey sweater that made me look more pale than I really was. The matching sweatpants I had under the sweater did not make me look any more pleasant or less depressing.
"You know, I wonder how you managed to fix people's mess in the past when you're a huge pile of mess yourself."
I sighed once again. my eyes met my sister's furious once in a calm gaze, one that infuriated Tehilah all the more.
"It's more of a practice-what-I-say-and-not-what-I-do profession."
"These bills won't pay themselves Camilla."
I replied with a snort. I turned over and placed my feet on the ground.
"I don't know what you want TT"
Tehilah stomped half way across the small room to the space I stood in.
"I want you to get up and do something! When was the last time you took up a paid case?" She spoke, her anger and desperation made no effort to hide themselves. They were everywhere, in her pose, in her eyes and in her tone.
I did feel sorry for my sister, but more for myself. I stayed silent, not because I did not know, but the answer was going to prove Tehilah right.
"What? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you have forgotten? Wow! It's been that long ago!"
I did nothing but look away from Tehilah.
"Wow! That must mean everyone is handling their problems better these days, isn't that a good thing Tehilah? I mean, I don't have a job anymore cause everyone is happy."
My shoulder brushed past Tehilah's as I walked.
"We should celebrate, shouldn't we?"
"Camilla you are a twenty five year old young lady, without a stable source of income, still living with your sister and her fiance, don't you think that's enough reason to see a therapist?"
"Well, I guess I should consult myself then..." I paused on my tracks, turned and looked around the room dramatically.
"But then, I don't have any money, so how do I pay myself?"
Tehilah sighed, a sad chuckle escaping her lips.
"You don't get it do you?"
"I'm sure I do.."
"No you don't!" Tehilah cut in harshly.
"Francis and I are trying to build a home here, a future..."
"I know that.."
"And you're not in it!"
The silence that followed her yell seemed to last forever between us. Tears gathered in my eyes, the harsh reality of how lonely I was had slapped her across the face once again.
"I need you to get up, leave and make a life for yourself. I didn't work my ass off to see you through college and graduate school only to have you lazy around my house because you feel I'm always going to be here, because the truth is.."
Another long and intense pause.
"..I won't."
I swallowed her tears back, along with my pain and disappointment.
"I know, I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Tehilah's eyes softened, she reached out for me, but I stepped backwards.
"I didn't say you had to..."
"You didn't have to. You're right, I really have to get my own life."
Tehilah stood back and watched me walk out of the room, banging the door behind me.
I bit her lower lip to prevent myself from crying.
"She did what needed to be done" I tried to tell myself.
A Lycan king has fallen head over heels in love with a human womanf. His kingdom would never accept such a taboo, but he is determined to keep her by his side no matter the cost. The only thing that stands in the way of his love for her is his entire kingdom and THE TRUTH.
All her life, Elora was instructed to stay away from his kind. If she dared to go close to the wolves, she would be killed. However, her adventurous spirit refuses, and she attends the prince's ball against her father's wishes. That night, the prince leaned into her ear and whispered, "I know what you are." At that moment, Elora knew her life was about to change, and not for the better. ~•~ He is cold and cruel, a heart empty and impossible to love. Life had always been unfair to him, he inherited a curse he did not bring upon himself. He's determined to being pain and chaos to all who come his way. When he finds the red-haired witch in his party, Alpha Ace believes he has found a cure to his age long disease, what happens when he discovers she is nothing but a liar? He is her doom, her ruin, yet he is everything she wants.
R18+ "Oh. She's our mate." The older one said, as he ran his thumb over the skin of her wet and lush lips. She stared down at his hard length peeking through his pants. It was hard to do anything else. "What do you think of that, brother? What do we do with her?" The other one spoke. She raised her head to look into piercing green eyes. She had never been between two men before, and her wolf was raging within her. She was thirsty for some adventure with both her mates. She felt a hinge of desire when both their eyes rested on her. "Tell me, naughty mate. What shall we do with you?" ~•~ Two alpha princes, one mate, and a dreadful revenge plan. Diana returns to the pack she was banished from, 16 years later. Not as the princess she was supposed to be, but a lowlife stripper and daycare teacher from Redmoon pack, a minority pack. She is despised and mistreated by everyone she knows, including her boyfriend. But all of it changes when she meets the Herd brothers, powerful sons of the alpha of Silvermoon pack. And they are both her mates. What started as a wild and adventurous threesome after a bachelor's party, turns out to be a nightmare for Diana after she finds out that they are the sons of the man she hated most in the world - the man responsible for the death of her parents. The she-wolf, once thirsty for the touch of her mates, becomes thirsty for blood and revenge. Diana would do anything to run the Herd family down, but how far is too far?
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."
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.