Warning: Has sexual scenes and profane language. "I want your cock buried in my throat when you wake and drilling my pussy before you sleep. Stefan, you're my addiction and I don't want any rehabilitation." At 26 years old, Stefan Todd is a professional hockey player, known for his skills and fame in the NHL. Recently, he made the move to the upscale Citrus Grove Community, a stark contrast to his life on the ice. Meanwhile, in the same luxurious neighborhood resides 23-year-old Carrie Stone, the enigmatic author behind the renowned pen name, Dani Viola. Her life is a well-guarded secret, known to the public only through her literary works. Stefan settles into his enormous and stunning new house, which happens to be right next to Carrie's equally impressive residence. However, their initial interactions are far from neighborly. The spark of animosity ignites when Stefan's inaugural "housewarming party" involves blaring music at 2 a.m., disturbing Carrie's peaceful night, and one of his guests even ends up vomiting in her petunias. He's the embodiment of a rebellious partygoer, embracing a lifestyle filled with late-night revelry, while Carrie values her quiet, allowing her to immerse herself in books and solitude. They are, in essence, polar opposites. Nevertheless, a strange magnetism begins to draw them together. Stefan can't help but be captivated by the alluring contours of Carrie's perfect figure, and Carrie herself finds her thoughts wandering to the image of Stefan's finely sculpted physique intertwined with hers. Amid the increasing sexual tension and a growing, undeniable lust, they both grapple with desires that they wish they could suppress. Their desires burn like an unquenchable fire, forcing them to confront their attraction and consider whether there's more to each other than meets the eye.
Carrie Stone lived peacefully with incandescent contentment in the safe walls of her home.
On the pages that she flooded with a sea of words, Carrie lived under her pen name, Dani Viola. Dani had the tenacity of a confident and brave pirate, never fearing the unknown but embracing it with her charming smile and ungodly high-sex appeal.
Carrie was a famous author
Well, Carrie was the author, and Dani was the famous one.
That's the beauty of being a faceless author. She made a good living (good was an understatement) and never had to leave her house.
Of course she did leave here and there, because apparently "she needed more sun," according to her doctor, but most of her days she wandered her large and impressive home by herself in the gated community known as Citrus Grove.
Citrus Grove was the most expensive community in her whole county. Her house, among others, was a million-dollar home, and she didn't even get Carrie started on the ridiculous HOA fee.
*HOA stands for the Homeowners Association and is an amount of money that must be paid monthly by owners of certain residential properties. (The money the HOA receives is aimed at being put back into the community.)*
Fortunately, she was able to live this life doing what she loved to do: write. The community had perfect streets, scenic views, and friendly residents. Of course, Carrie, being the reclusive author she was, never really interacted with them. However, from the friendly waves from afar, silent nods across the yard, and no one coming to infringe upon her serene privacy,
She deduced they were good people.
Carrie felt she was truly happy with the life she had. The life she fought hard to earn
Yeah, it was modest. She lived alone with her cat and her words. Her large and beautiful million-dollar home was about the only super expensive thing she bought for herself.
She drove a 2008 Volvo with the passenger door handle broken, for god's sake.
She just didn't need expensive things to feel joy; she felt joy when she wrote. When Carrie got lost in the faraway worlds her mind created-worlds vastly different from the one she lived in-that's when she was happiest.
Her life was steady and predictable. That's how she wanted to keep it.
Today started like any other day; spring had approached with fervour, melting away the chilling affects of the winter.
Carrie was doing what she normally does on a beautiful sunny day.
Telling herself, "Wow, it's such a beautiful day, I should go outside," but never actually going outside.
She did, however, have intentions of enjoying the gorgeous day, but when she walked into her favourite room in her home, the library,
She forgot to leave.
Carrie walked into a glowing room looking for her journal, which she had discarded somewhere, when the book she was reading the night before caught her eye.
And suddenly the cliffhanger of the last chapter she stopped on came flooding back to her in new-found vigour.
"One more chapter, just to find out if they made it out of the temple. Then I'll be an adult and do my chores, work, and whatever else productive adults do." She rationalised silently to herself as she grabbed the book.
She settled herself on the cozy little reading nook at the bottom of a huge window that reached just shy of the ceiling.
One chapter turned into thirty.
Carrie was so lost in the tempting and adventurous words that she didn't even notice the sun go down completely.
It wasn't until she heard the hollering of people and blaring music from the house next to her that she was jolted from her book.
Carrie loved her house for many reasons.
One being, she only had one neighbour around her. Her home was located at the very end of a dead-end street in the very back of the community.
There were only five houses on one side of the street, three of which were vacant because no one wanted their house so far away from the amenities. Only an old couple lived in the house at the very beginning of the street, three houses away from her.
The other three between them were vacant.
Or so she thought they were.
Why was music blasting from the house next to her? The house that was supposed to be vacant
She quickly shoved a bookmark in her book and ran out of her library to the foyer. moved the curtains aside and pressed her face against the window, straining to see what was going on.
Did someone break into the house to throw a party?...This is a highly secured gated community. No one gets in without a pass or visitor pass. She thought as more people dressed in sparkly outfits, or barely any outfit at all, started to walk in.
Carrie's eyebrows knitted together as she bit her nails frantically, looking out the window, wishing she could blink and make all these people disappear.
A man who started stumbling towards her house broke her focus. She noticed him holding his hand over his mouth, and his face twisted uncomfortably.
He was going to hurl. He was going to hurl, and he was heading right towards her petunia bushes.
Panic shot into Carrie's core, and she ran to her door frantically.
She ran out on her porch, waving her arms. "No, no, no! Please, not my-"
He doubled over, holding his stomach, and puked with the force of God behind his vomit into her bushes.
"...petunia's..." Carrie's face twisted in disgust and sadness, and she listened to her poor flowers being desecrated.
"I'm so sorry, flower babies." She whimpered and wiped away a fake tear.
Whoever was throwing this party just fucked with her plant children. Enough was enough.
She sourly ran inside and grabbed her beat-up cardigan. She wrapped it around her body, trying to hide her lack of a bra, and slipped on her dirty white converse.
Rita Locke, the fearless and cunning Don of the Italian Mafia, has carved a path for herself in a world dominated by men. Trained to be a ruthless killer from an early age, she commands respect wherever she goes. Her power is unmatched-until her father shatters her carefully built empire by arranging her marriage. Chase Rodriguez, the cold and calculating leader of the American Mafia, is a man who thrives on control. Known for his cruelty and unyielding demeanor, Chase views life as a game, and breaking others is a skill he's mastered. When fate forces these two formidable forces to unite in marriage, chaos ensues. Will these two predators find an unexpected sanctuary in one another, or will their volatile natures lead to destruction? "I don't remember signing up for strip poker," she quipped, her lips forming a soft frown that didn't quite mask the amusement in her sharp gaze. She knew she couldn't win this game-but that didn't mean she'd back down. "Are you quitting? A quitter, are you?" I taunted, enjoying the way my words needled her. Her lips twitched in annoyance before she pressed them into a tight line. The blue in her eyes darkened, and a dangerous smirk played on her face. She slipped off one of her sandals and held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before tossing it aside. Her raised brow was a challenge, one I couldn't ignore. I had gotten under her skin-exactly as I planned.
"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
"How do I survive without you when everything about my life has been constructed around your love?" Please note, this narrative delves into themes of gun violence, assault, and explicit language. Embark on a journey through the shadows of the mafia underworld, a realm shrouded in mystery and laden with secrets that beg to be uncovered. Unaware of the storm that awaits her, she steps into the swirling chaos of her cousin's engagement party, only for her gaze to be captured by an enigmatic figure. His name? Daemon Prescott. With his towering presence and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stands as a beacon of intrigue and danger. As their paths cross, a tumultuous saga unfolds, marked by gunfire, bloodshed, and the intricate web of familial ties. Amidst the drama and turmoil, a question lingers—was their encounter a twist of fate?
Reader's discretion is advised, use of strong and violent language and sexual assault. Rated 18+ Sandra Peters used to have a really fancy life, and her brother always made sure she got whatever she wanted. But he kept her sheltered from the tough parts of life outside her rich bubble. Everything changed one night when a really scary guy took everything away from her. Now, Sandra is stuck in a world she didn't know existed, dealing with the tough stuff she never saw coming. Even though things are really hard, she can't help but be curious about a guy who's definitely not good for her. This guy, Albertino, is like the embodiment of all the bad stuff in the world. He scares people, and he actually enjoys seeing the fear in their eyes before he hurts them. But when Sandra looks at him without being scared, he gets interested. In a world where being curious can get you in big trouble, Sandra and Albertino can't resist wanting things they shouldn't. They're caught up in their own curiosity, facing risks and dangers. But it's not just their interest in each other they have to worry about; there's also a big war looming in the background, making their situation even more complicated.
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
After a heated confrontation with her husband and mistress, Brianna was pushed down to stairs. She thought she would die but when she woke up again, she realized that she traveled back two years ago, when it was not late for her to correct her path. The first thing she needed to do when she was reborn was divorce that scum. She saved from the darkest time but he lied to her and murdered her in the end. This time, she would not repeat the same mistakes anymore. She would bring the glory of her family back and make those people who betrayed her pay the price! However, in the process of climbing up to the peak of her career, she met a very intimidating and handsome man who kept on messing with her head through his bold attitude. Brianna doesn't want to be involved with another man again, for she has proven to herself that they will just drag her down, but her constant incidents with him are slowly breaking the wall she built to protect her heart. Brianna will surely choose her career over a man this time, but it's possible to choose both, right? What if he hurt her too? No! She won't risk it but. "You have to run away from me, Bree. Coz I'm done running away, I'll chase you now."
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."