[Book 1] When werewolf shifters are asked to leave Manhattan, Sawyer Rivers is at a loss. Manhattan is the only home he's known having lost his parents when he was younger to a brutal Pack bloodbath. Plus, he's penniless and his heat period is about to hit the roof. Upon the suggestion of a close friend, he visits Bad and Boogie which is a breeding zone for werewolves under the guise of a bar. There he meets Daniel who saves him from a troop of nasty alphas who'd planned to rape him. When Sawyer's heat hits in full force, Daniel has no choice but to knot with him. After the best steamy experience of their lives, Sawyer is set to leave Manhattan. Days and weeks pass and he discovers that he's pregnant with Daniel's child. Daniel who's been on the hunt for him ever since finds him in a miraculous twist of fate and has to convince him to be his mate and Luna, even though Sawyer feels he's not right for him. Can Sawyer deal with his insecurities and the paparazzi that comes with being Daniel's Luna? What happens when a jealous desperado threatens to ruin their bond?
Evacuation.
Sawyer felt his whole world falling apart as he read through the government's werewolf eviction memo again. The third time he was doing so. It couldn't be. This had to be a joke.
But it was real. The words on the paper in his hands were real and the stamp at the tail end of the page confirmed that the president was in support. Oh, God. His heart began to race in panic.
The sweet shop. Where would I run to? I'm almost on heat!
Deep breaths, Sawyer. Deep breaths.
At least the reasons for the eviction notice were reasonable. A bit.
In the best interests and safety of all Manhattan citizens, I, President Kickbutt order the immediate evacuation of all werewolf residents in the state. It is with a heavy heart I also announce the death of my colleague and best friend, the Vice President of Manhattan – Sir George Phillips, whose home security system was bypassed and his home broken into by a group of werewolf hooligans. We're so sure that the culprits are werewolves because the marks on his neck confirm it. Our heartfelt condolences go out to his family members and we assure everyone to ensure that not one werewolf resident will be allowed to live after Saturday, the 24th of May, 2021.
Signed.
President Max Kickbutt.
Sawyer's head was spinning. There was no way he could get out of Manhattan before Saturday. His heat period stood in the way of that, which would hit him full force like a tsunami by tomorrow. He had no savings, having used it all in setting up a smoothie booth in front of the shop. He was penniless and soon – homeless also.
Oh god.
Manhattan was the only home he'd ever known. He'd left his small communal home in a rural town in Mexico when he was eleven. His parents had been killed in a fierce Pack bloodbath and he'd followed a now distant aunt to Manhattan without her knowledge. The heat in the boot was stifling and it was a miracle that he hadn't passed out due to the three-hour-long journey without air.
He'd stumbled into a small neighborhood and the home of a childless matriarch. Mrs. Angelini felt sorry to hear his heartbreaking story and Sawyer was thankful that the old woman hadn't alerted the police and reported him as a missing person. Mrs. Angelini had been married twice yet she bore no child due to an infertility problem that couldn't be cured. She took Sawyer in as her son and sent him to college and university before she passed out on March 1st one year ago. Sawyer had been broken ever since, but he managed to assume ownership and full responsibility for S-Angelini Candies which Mrs. Angelini previously ran.
Business was good, the customers were starting to like him, and S-Angelini was set to be one of the leading small-scale sole-proprietorships in downtown Manhattan by fall. Only now, Manhattan would be a danger zone by Sunday and he had nowhere to go.
He scrunched up the memo and tossed it aside on the kitchen table. Out front, Maddie Summers, his only human friend was handling sales. They weren't selling a lot, probably because of the memo as the customers knew that he wasn't a human. It was a miracle they weren't flipping out on him as they'd been doing to other werewolves since the week began. The Vice President's death really struck a nerve in them.
Everything sucks.
"What's with the sad face, boy?" Maddie announced her entrance with a loud smack of her gum and the heady scent of her cologne. Sawyer turned around to face her Just as Maddie hopped on the counter, swinging her legs. For someone slim and 5'9, she had pretty long legs.
She pried the paper and straightened it, her black eyes roaming over the neatly-typed words on the page, the skin of her forehead pressed together in concentration. "Oh. My. God. This is bad news."
Sawyer stood up now, his legs feeling like jelly as he began taking the things he'd need to make his signature blueberry hard candy from the top shelf. He'd decided not to think too much on the memo until Friday. He tended to brainstorm effectively while under duress. "I don't want to dwell on it."
Maddie nodded, "I understand. But don't you think...you could stay around and fool the humans for a bit? You're almost like us, except that you shift during nights of the full moon."
"That," Sawyer doused the wood board with baking powder, "would've been a fantastic idea, Maddie. But my heat period hits full force tomorrow and won't be over till Sunday."
"Are you sure you calculated this heat thing right? Don't you have extended relatives or something that'll be willing to help you with a roof while you sort out what you'd like to happen to the sweet shop? It'll be hard getting rid of the building because Mrs. Angelini owns it legally..."
"Maddie, calm down, one question at a time. I'm not getting rid of this shop. There must be a way around this. I just haven't thought of it yet. I wished I could go back to my aunt but it's been more than eight years...nobody knows if I'm still alive or not."
"True. I'm sorry I suggested that you should give up your inheritance."
"It's okay. I'll be fine. This heat thing just makes it a whole lot harder."
"I get it. The uneasiness and constant urge for sex."?"
Sawyer's cheeks flamed up in embarrassment. "Yes. And I don't want to have sex or get pregnant yet. At least not until another year."
Maddie laughed. "You poor virgin. When are you ever not celibate?"
Sawyer rolled his eyes as he sprinkled sugar on the syrup that he'd now poured out into little cusps. If only Maddie knew how hard it was being on heat and still trying to be celibate. He felt drawn to every alpha guy he met on the street, and they often smelt his heat too. It drove them crazy and so far he'd dealt with two heat periods since he turned eighteen and had a few cases of sexual harassment from arsehole alphas during those times. The very reason why he isolated himself indoors during the five days duration. She wasn't ready to bring forth puppies or tie himself down with a man yet.
"Does this memo order apply to those alphas in high offices?"
Sawyer shrugged. "Probably not. They're highly essential to the government. Lucky bastards."
"How about this," Maddie said behind him as they took the trays of candy to the oven. "You could have a very important alpha take care of this heat of yours..."
"Seriously? You're asking me to get pregnant?"
"Umm, not really. He'll use protection."
"You've got to be kidding me, Maddie. This is the worst advice you could give."
"Hey, I'm trying to help out here. See it as an auction. There are plenty of alphas who are willing to mate with no strings attached if I'm correct. All I'm saying is you either find the right guy or any guy who's rich and willing to pay loads for it. At least if we're not lucky in the high-class alpha department, you'll have enough money to travel out until Manhattan becomes safe again. I can help you manage the sweet shop till you return. Think about it."
Sawyer's mouth fell open at how brilliant her plan sounded. Why didn't he think of that before?
"I guess you've done something similar since you seem to be so sure of this."
Maddie tu-ted and flipped her blonde hair. "Well, not really. Pilar, one of my girlfriends needed to get rid of her heat in time for a family vacation. She almost threw a towel in on the offer but I'm glad she told me on time. Together, we hunted down an Alpha who wanted an omega to knot with and worked out a clean deal."
"Damn, that's..." Sawyer trailed off in disbelief. "That's so smart. Even for you."
"And helpful. She had a blast on vacation and never crossed paths with that same alpha again. I'm not sure they even remember doing anything."
"Isn't that related to prostitution? I mean, giving out your body for money or service?"
"If you choose to see it that way, then sure. But it was a last-minute thing and there are no laws against it. Neither are you hurting anyone." She patted his arm and then moved to place the empty tray on the counter. "Think about it and let me know. I can help accompany you to Bad and Boogie. It's a renowned werewolf breeding zone under the guise of a bar. I trust you'll find an important personality there tomorrow. We'll be lucky, I hope."
As Maddie sauntered back out front, Sawyer just stared after her, still unable to process that. He wasn't exactly a fairytale type of guy but, he'd always dreamed of his first time being with his mate. But now, under these circumstances, there was no more room for that reality anymore.
There was no law against it. He was at least sure of being safe from the memo.
He wasn't thinking any shit over. He was doing it.
Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Blaine has been drawn to Azira ever since the first time he punished her in Grade nine. He loves the way her eyes lit up as his whips and spanks hit her skin. Loved the way she asked for more non-verbally too, jerking her hips backwards. Ever since that first encounter, he's been anticipating for more, but Azira is one student that seldom gets into trouble. Now in her final year, and tired of holding back, Azira is bolder and tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be sent to him for punishment. It's her own way of getting close to him. Her own way of making him realize that she can handle whatever depravity he's made of. But Professor Blaine is a cold-hearted beast, and he fears he might hurt Azira with his strange thrills. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But she's too far gone. Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he is consuming her whole. NOTE: THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK ONE: THE PROFESSOR WHO LOVES ME. BOOK TWO: THE PRINCIPAL WHO WANTS ME. BOOK THREE: THE BULLY WHO HATES ME. BOOK THREE: THE COACH WHO SAVES ME.
Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. Don't you dare. She's innocent. I say the words, anyway, however. I want to drive her away. Now. She caught me with my walls down and that is the ultimate invasion, made worse because I crave it happening again. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." I ignore the regret stabbing me in the neck. "Good."
Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…” As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.” All I can do after that is make her lose her mind. That’s the only way to define it. I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot. “Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.” I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.
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After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni - the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect.
New York's most eligible bachelor, Norman Rockwell has everything he could ever as for. Wealth, power, an insane amount of women falling at his feet, and peace of mind. But he's lacking something. One thing his heart desires so much. A baby. An heir. One he would leave everything he's worked for when he dies. He's been with so many women, and none are suitable. None have that flourish, that demeanor of being a mother. They're all after his money. After his dick. All except Sasha, his red-headed, smoking-hot, no-nonsense PA. She's the only one who could rein him in. Keep him in control. Make him smile. But she's not new to the array of beautiful women who normally grace his office. Convincing her to be his won't be easy, but he's willing to conquer her heart. No matter what it takes. She must be the mother of his child. He would have no other woman, but her.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including friends with benefits StepSister And Brother, Stepdaddy, Office, Stepmother, Lesbian, Teacher and student, Doctor and patient, domination Etc. If you are under 18yrs, this book is not for you.
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