The Fantasy Club is an upscale gathering of people sharing sexual deviances and desires. It is held together by someone by the name of Dylan, who, by mistake, hires a naive newcomer to the city. This naive young woman gets more than she bargained for when she learns what is expected of her while she must fight desires of her heart.
"So I see Barbie and Ken made up." He teased as she glared. "Come on, don't judge me so quickly, I am a romantic at heart." "A romantic who corners a girl in the bathroom after spilling a drink on her?" He held his hands up in defeat before smirking to her. "I am sorry…" "Okay." As she went to move past him, he held his arm out so she couldn't get by him. Due to this, her eyes were forced to meet with his own. "I have a boyfriend, as you saw…" she commented as he smirked, slowly nodding, before moving himself towards her to the point where she was pinned against the locker. Luckily, they were the only ones left within the hallway, allowing this moment to only be known between them two. "What makes you think that my one burning desire is to change that? I just wanted to give you something to think about…" "Oh yeah? And what's that?" He leaned into her, bringing his lips to her ear. "A guy should make your panties wet, not your eyes." She was at a loss for words to what she was told as she wasn't sure if it aroused her or disgusted her. But she admired his ability to be confident in who he was, which was trouble for sure...but also something else...something she felt that she could connect to.
“That may be...but you are mine now…” He spoke before pulling her hand to view, forcing the wedding ring that had been on her finger for less than twenty four hours, and threw it onto the ground. Its light metallic sound could be heard connecting with the ground as a tear fell down her cheek. In any fantasy she held in her mind that this man who saved her would be her saving grace, she learned he was more of a devil than Maximus-but she had yet to learn that this was only the beginning.
Holly Blaire has never had an easy life, but all of that was about to change when she met billionaire Parker Hammond. He was everything that a girl could want and offers her the chance of a lifetime that allows her father to have the care he needs while also allowing herself to fall in love. However, when she begins to join his life, she learns that perhaps being an object of his affection was not a safe place to be...
"You can't keep me prisoner here…" she spoke as his expression seemed to read "try me". Due to this, she ran quickly towards the door to make her escape before finding it to close and her body was pinned up against it. "Go ahead. Nobody will hear you...I have this entire top floor and the only other person here is Samara and she can't hear you." "This is illegal." She reminded him as he seemed unthreatened by her words. "So was the majority of things you did last night." He shot back as she glared at him. "Get comfortable… you will be here a while." She was trapped. Although he was handsome, rich, and seemingly single-everything about him since he opened his mouth had been like nails on the chalkboard to her. And now, she would be forced to detox in his presence. She had wished in this moment that he would have left her to die...as she favored that fate over whatever he had in mind.
*Daily Update* Young Selene Covell finds herself drawn to the mysterious figure who harbors a dark set of secrets that make him dangerously alluring. Selene places herself in a string of secrets, sex, love, murder, torture, and mystery as she must navigate the matters of her heart in order to survive the mafia.
Things happen in the woods all the time. Couples relinquish their virtues to each other, bodies decay beneath leaves and dirt, animals slither away in the depths beneath our feet. But this was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to wake up one day a werewolf. I was supposed to go to college, marry right after, have a family-have a life. Now my life consisted of trying to navigate the life as a lycan. Everything you think you know about werewolves are questioned in "The Call of the Moon".
"I'm sorry-" "I'm not." She interrupted his apology before leading him to the closest set of doors near her. Having been the confines of an office space, Declan was pulled into the room by a gentle tug of her having interlaced her fingers within his own. The moment the door closed, he brought her lips back to his and set her up against the door until it came to a close. With the large amount of tulle on her dress, this made it difficult for him to move her without having them both trip. Because of this, he took slow and small steps, leading her further into the office space. "Are you sure-" he went to ask with the intent of being noble, before she led her hands to his shoulders. "I defied death, I am tired of waiting for things that I want."
It was supposed to be an easy paycheck, something she could do with her eyes closed. Instead, it would become the most titillating client she would ever have. But when her heart starts to fall for him, she is torn between the life she has become accustomed to and the one she can have with him. This and the fact she has an incredibly possessive employer makes for a dangerous love that may just be too much for either involved...
My hand moved to his chest where I could feel his heart pound against his skin. "Are you okay?" I asked as he set a thumbs-apparently unable to speak. A blissful silence fell between us before he turned completely towards me. "You said one night..not one time..right?" He spoke my own phrase back to me as I nodded before feeling him begin to position himself. Only now, I straddled him-much to his agreement. He closed his eyes for a moment before taking me once more. When I awoke that next morning, still in the bliss of his touch, I found a note thanking me for an eventful night. A number was left beneath his name as a quick signature reminded me that it had not been a dream. And just as quickly as he had entered my life, he had left; leaving me unaware of what exactly he had left behind.
Things were never supposed to get this messy. It was supposed to be easy; a quick way to get revenge. But I found myself more involved than her in a way that I never expected. Now it was too late to turn back. I was in too deep, my heart was too involved, and a part of me found the attention to be intoxicating. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but love and lust had a funny way of intertwining and confusing us.