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Ain't love Enough, Sir?

Ain't love Enough, Sir?

Her heart began to beat rapidly against his chest. "Crystalline" he called her in a warning. "We aren't made for each other." He pushed her to the wall in a rugged breath and ran his tongue from her neck to jawline encapsulating her in his arms. Heat crept from her center to her face and she started panting with unrest. He looked down and saw the protrusion of her shapely buds. "Crystalline, you have no idea about the things you do to me. You are the only woman I ever desired. Loving you is a sin I cannot forbid myself from doing and no adultery is bloodless." He whispered and attached his lips to hers but seconds later pushed her away rigidly. "Had I believed in marriages, you wouldn't have been my ......" Crystalline Collins comes to New York on a scholarship with a dream career in Nutrition. On a tumultuous day, her mother calls and informs her father that she needs urgent heart surgery. Chained with commitments, the kind of commitments that she couldn't necessarily control, for want of resources she performs as a model followed by a date and enters into unholy congress with a reputed mogul because of which she gets pregnant. Abraham Rochester is hot, virile, and manly. Girls worship the soil he walked upon. But he used them only as play toys and believed marriage was not in his cards after a failed relationship with one of his college mates. To save her face in society and arrange money for her dad's heart operation Crystalline enters into contract matrimony with Abraham who misunderstands her as a gold digger. Torn is the beauty with the beast until he is drawn by her mesmerizing fragrance which ignites a flame of desire that burns brighter than any woman he had ever read. Explore, Ain't love Enough, Sir? A hate-to-love heated chemistry of a billionaire with a middle-class girl.
I Thirst For You

I Thirst For You

Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?" "Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you." Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained. Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please." "So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed. Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths. ~ 0 ~ Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods. Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark.... Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to the Lord of the Vampires. Genre: Vampire-Supernatural Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 Copyright JMFelic Books
Blind Lost Her Trances

Blind Lost Her Trances

I was sitting quietly on the carpeted floor of my room, at the foot of my bed when I heard a soft knock on the sliding door of my balcony. At first I ignored it because it might be windy outside but it repeated itself until the knocking became one after another. I stood up to approach it and when I opened it I greatly surprised the man outside. I quickly went to the door to lock it and turned back to him as well. "What are you doing here, Miko? D-It's dangerous here. How did you know this place?” I asked nervously and pulled his arm so he could go inside. Maybe someone will see him from outside. He didn't let me go and hugged me tightly. He buried his face on my neck and I could feel his body trembling. My lips parted at his reaction when he saw me here. "I'm sorry..." he apologized to me and his voice broke immediately. "Miko..." "I'm sorry, Donna..." "Please...h-don't come here, Miko." "How can I not come here if you are here?" he asked and pulled away from his hug from me. He cupped my face and stared at me intently. Since he found out that I'm alive and that I'm Donna Jean—his ex-fiancé has been making a way to see me even though he knows that he will be destroyed if he approaches me again. He knows what my...husband can do to him if he doesn't avoid me yet. "Miko... Please, don't be stubborn. Don't come any closer to me... Avoid me... You'll just perish," I said in fear. "How many times have I let you go, Donna... I don't care if I risk seeing you and being close to you. I've fought with death once and I'll do it again for you, baby...” The corner of my eyes warmed because of what he said and my heart beat even faster. “M-Miko...” “I'm the reason... I'm the reason why you ended up in this situation, Donna... I'm to blame. Because my brain was narrow then. My ears were closed to listen to your explanations to me before... So I must find a way to get you out of this household. Donna...we need you... We and our children need you...” "But Miko... The four of you are safer without me... You will be given a peaceful life if I am not with you. Let me go..." I said but she shook her head several times and her tears started to fall. "How can you say that? How can you say that to me when I know you are having a hard time living with that man?” he asked, his jaw still agape. "Miko, your safety is more important than my own life," I promised firmly. "I don't want to, Donna," he said and shook his head. "I can't allow him to lock you here," he said coldly and his facial expression darkened. "Miko." "I went to several hospitals that day to look for you. But what did that man do, Donna? He ran away from you and forced you to marry him!” I quickly covered his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly and his chest heaved violently. "I still owe him a lot, Miko. Because I had surgery and was able to...see again.” "I can do that too... I can do that too if I'm not...blinded by anger and jealousy... I can treat you too, baby..." When I heard footsteps from a distance, my body stiffened I. It was like cold water had been poured on me. "Baby, what's wrong?" I quickly pushed Miko outside and she looked at me in surprise. "Go away, Miko. Please...he's coming. He's already in the corridor of our mansion—” “This is not your fvcking house, Donna Jean. We have a house...” "Alright, please. Go away, Miko...” I knew the sound of those footsteps was far away. During my time in the dark world, my hearing is strong and I have memorized the way it walks. "Donna..." He grabbed me by the waist and pressed me to his body. The nervousness in my chest just doubled. "Miko, please..." He sighed before he kissed me firmly on my lips. It was only a few seconds but it already gave me a strong impact. His eyes are bright and also have a sparkle. I only really saw it now because I was deprived of seeing the beautiful sight in the world for several years—the eyes of the man I love are now the same. "I'll be back. I'll get you back and get him back, Donna. I cannot allow him to have the mother of my children. You're all mine, Miss. You're only mine," he threatened and I swallowed because of the coldness of his voice. "I love you. I will do anything and just go home to my house—to our house with the triplets.” I just bowed down because of the growing sadness in my chest. I miss them so much. "Answer me, Miss. Or else I won't leave here." "I-I love you too. Go ahead, do—” he pressed me even harder with a kiss. I also responded quickly to his kisses until he also loosened himself. I still closed my eyes when he kissed my forehead sweetly. He took my hand and gave me something small. Cell phone? "Take that and keep it, Miss. He's a keypad and that won't get much attention. That battery is strong. Open it just in case something bad happens to you. Call me right away, Donna. I use a prepaid sim card and my number is the only one in your contact. Just please, don't hesitate to call me if he does something bad to you again. Miss...”
Her Perfect Plan, His Perfect Revenge

Her Perfect Plan, His Perfect Revenge

Our wedding was just three days away in scenic Napa Valley, a dream about to unfold. I, Ethan Walker, an architect, was set to marry Izzy, the beautiful heiress to half the valley, and adopt her sweet daughter, Lily, into our loving family. Everything seemed perfectly aligned for our bright future. Then, a sudden, blinding flash, the roar of an engine, and a devastating crash ripped my world apart. I woke up in a hospital, my body a lead weight, numb agony filling me; my legs, utterly unresponsive. But the true nightmare began when I overheard Izzy, my fiancée, whispering to her family doctor. She chillingly discussed delaying my critical spinal surgery to ensure I remained permanently paralyzed and utterly dependent on her. Then came the even more horrifying detail: a secret, untraceable vasectomy to take place while I was under anesthesia. All of it was meticulously planned to secure total control over me, paving the way for her ex-lover Marcus and his daughter Lily to inherit the vast Rossi fortune, with me reduced to a grateful, silent placeholder. The words washed over me, a tidal wave of betrayal that eclipsed all physical pain, leaving me frozen in a silent scream. I was just a pawn in her elaborate, monstrous game, a convenient obstacle to be eliminated and erased. How could the woman who claimed to love me, who was about to become my wife, orchestrate such calculated, soul-crushing malice? Feigning unconsciousness, a cold, unyielding resolve crystallized within my shattered heart. They thought they had trapped me, broken me, but they had just awakened something far more dangerous. I would orchestrate my own disappearance, rise from the wreckage, and reclaim not just my mobility, but a freedom they never intended for me to have. The architect of betrayal would soon face the ghost she created.