Hillary Frazier
Hillary Frazier's Books(3)
Learning to love me
Romance With Ciara looking ravishing beautiful, words fell out his mouth before he could control himself, "Cici..." He sighed, his breath tickling the skin of Ciara's neck. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty, how beautiful she was. He then took his hand off her, suddenly aware of the line he had crossed.
"This isn't right," he sighed, avoiding eye contact with Ciara. She sensed the struggle in his chest between what he knew was wrong and what he desired. She felt the same conflict. They both tried to resist, make sense of it, not give in to temptation. He was her teacher, much older, and it felt wrong in many ways. Despite that, they couldn't pull away.
"It feels right." Ciara said boldly. She moved her lips to his, on her tiptoes.
Dr. Woodley abruptly grasped her forearms, his face adopting a grave and stern expression.
"After weeks of causing annoyance, playing the class clown, disrupting my lessons, embarrassing me in front of colleagues, and showing disrespect, do you believe you can casually stroll into my office in this manner, provoking me like this with this dress you have on? Ciara Lotus, you're a troublesome girl and a very bad one."
Ciara experiences firsthand the transformative influence of an exceptional teacher. Rufus Woodley not only challenges her but takes her through intense experiences, leaving her yearning for more. Despite the awareness of its inherent wrongness, Ciara cannot resist the allure of her youthful, enigmatic, and magnetic Art History professor. Sweetest Taboo
Young Adult His eyes possessed the ability to engulf you entirely, leaving you breathless, while his voice had a way of sending shivers down my spine, filling me with a paralyzing dread.
It's been said that in the heart of Sicily, there exists a man who personifies mayhem and chaos, a veritable devil who traverses the night in his impeccable Chelsea boots. This enigmatic figure is none other than Matteo Alfonso, the formidable Don of the Alfonso mafia, an empire that has held sway over Italy for centuries, dating back to the 18th century. Over the years, no force has proven mighty enough to challenge his rule.
Then enters Dorathy Campbell, a fierce yet unseasoned young woman, whose path unwittingly crosses into the Don's territory. Inadvertently, she sets in motion a chain of events that would reveal his darkest secret, a secret potent enough to be exploited by his adversaries in their quest to topple his reign.
Though her very presence appears delicate, igniting his instincts to protect her, the penalty for her knowledge of his malevolent truth is certain death. Would this be her fate, maybe not. You might like
The Rebirth of Hacker Queen
STARMOON In her previous life, she was killed by her scum husband and her angelic bitch adopted sister on her obstetric table, and her newborn child died in front of her.
Born again, she became his little aunt and used her hacking skills to put them on the trending for a long time.
After managing to avenge herself on them, she would keep her mind on research. But what did the man mean by refusing to divorce, wasn't that a deal?
"Master Brook, our deal has expired."
"What, you finished using me and want to run? Believe it or not, I'll break your leg?"
One morning when she woke up, Susie Sharp held her waist with a look of distress, "Lord, it's better to break my legs, my waist can't bear it."
The Lord laughed evilly, "It's too late to turn back now, but as compensation, how about I lie down next time? I promise to cooperate with you!"
Susie lifted her forehead, "Lord, where is your face?"
The Lord directly pulled her into his arms, "I have a wife, that's enough, why do I have to save face? Seemingly face is not going to give me a daughter!" The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
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