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.
"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.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
I ran after I died. The moon goddess gave me another chance to live. Married to a ruthless Lycan that was rumored to be cursed by the moon goddess herself. But I was killed by his minion... behind the bars of her torment... A new story began and he battled with his demons, in a world where truth was far fetched. I was his pawn, his toy, his game...until I discovered one night, when I was soaked in blood that I regretted the day I met him. I'd given up the Lycan beast, to marry a monster. I fled from the Alpha of Bloodmoon Park, the gruesome Lycan that every person feared, to be with this man that seemed soft at first glance. It made me wonder, what if I had stayed? The gruesome Lycan might be fearsome but I never heard him pierce a woman's heart with his claw. In a world where wolves howled at the moon and the lines between man and beast are blurred, danger lurked through the shadows, after the day I married the beast that visited my bed every night. Caught in a web of betrayal and deceit, the man I had fallen in love with had become the monster I wished I could flee from. A deadly threat to my life especially when I realized he was getting married to my step sister, the same girl that made my life hell when I was an omega. I wished I could get my revenge, but how could I, when I was lying in a pool of my own blood, dead? Will the goddess grant me another chance?