Ikhuoria Precious
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Ikhuoria Precious's Books and Stories
Romantic Bedroom Mood
Romance In the heart of a quaint little town, nestled between the whispering trees and the gentle flowing river, lies a charming cottage that holds within its walls a captivating love story. Owned by a young couple, Sarah and James, the cottage exudes an aura of romance, and their bedroom is the very essence of their love.
The room is a symphony of soft pastel colors, with walls adorned in delicate shades of lavender and blush. A large, ornate mirror graces one side, reflecting the warm glow of candlelight that emanates from a collection of vintage candelabras on the dresser. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows, creating an enchanting ambiance that envelopes the room like a gentle embrace.
At the center of the room stands a luxurious canopy bed, adorned with sheer, billowing curtains that cascade down like a waterfall of dreams. The silky, ivory sheets are scattered with rose petals, their sweet fragrance filling the air and imbuing the atmosphere with an intoxicating allure.
An elegant chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its crystals glistening like stars on a moonlit night. Soft, dimmable lights adorn the room, allowing Sarah and James to set the mood just right for every occasion – from a cozy evening cuddle to a passionate rendezvous.
In one corner, a small nook serves as a reading spot. It is adorned with plush cushions and surrounded by shelves filled with classic novels and love poems, symbolizing the intellectual and emotional connection between the couple. The flickering glow of a small reading lamp casts a warm glow on the pages, inviting them to lose themselves in the words while wrapped in each other's arms.
On the other side of the room, a charming fireplace stands tall, its embers flickering gently, painting the walls with a warm, golden hue. Cozy armchairs face the fireplace, creating the perfect spot for intimate conversations and stolen kisses on chilly nights.
Adorning the walls are framed photographs capturing the couple's most cherished memories – a picturesque sunset on a beach, a laughter-filled picnic in the park, and stolen glances from their wedding day. These snapshots serve as a reminder of their journey together and the depth of their love.
Sarah and James have poured their hearts into every detail of the room, curating it to be a sanctuary of love and serenity. It is a space where they can escape from the world and find solace in each other's arms. Every element symbolizes their affection, passion, and devotion, making it a testament to the bond they share.
The Romantic Bedroom Mood is more than just a physical space; it is an embodiment of their love story, a place where their hearts intertwine, and their souls find solace. A room filled with dreams, laughter, tears, and love, it will forever hold the essence of their journey together, a timeless testament to the power of love in all its splendor.
The First Night
Romance In a quaint and picturesque village nestled amidst lush green hills, a legend has been passed down through generations – the tale of "The First Night." This enchanting story weaves a tapestry of mystery, romance, and magic that captivates all who hear it.
Long ago, when the village was still young, there lived a reclusive sorceress named Isadora. She dwelled in a secluded cottage on the outskirts of the village, rumored to possess incredible powers and knowledge of ancient spells. Many believed her existence to be nothing more than a myth, but a select few knew better.
As the tale unfolds, we meet the charismatic and adventurous Jack, a young artist with a heart full of wanderlust. Jack was drawn to the village by its natural beauty and the whispers of the enigmatic sorceress living nearby. Despite the warnings from superstitious locals, Jack's curiosity compelled him to seek her out.
One fateful evening, under the silver light of a full moon, Jack musters up the courage to venture to Isadora's cottage. As he approaches, he is taken aback by the enchanting aura that surrounds the place, feeling an inexplicable connection to the mysterious sorceress.
Upon meeting Isadora, Jack discovers that she is not the terrifying figure the villagers had depicted her to be. Instead, he finds a wise, gentle soul, burdened by the weight of her own secrets and the loneliness that accompanies great power. As they spend the evening together, a profound bond forms between them, transcending mere mortal comprehension.
As dawn approaches, Jack realizes he must return to the village, but both he and Isadora are unwilling to part ways. He suggests a daring plan – that they share the first night of every full moon together, bridging the worlds of magic and humanity.
Their clandestine meetings soon become a well-kept secret between Jack and Isadora, allowing them to explore each other's worlds and share their deepest desires and dreams. The village below remains oblivious to the magical romance that blossoms in the moonlit nights.
However, as their love grows stronger, so does the danger that surrounds them. Rumors and suspicion begin to spread, threatening the fragile balance they've managed to maintain. With the village on the brink of upheaval, the couple faces an impossible decision – whether to reveal their love and risk persecution, or retreat into solitude and forsake the happiness they've found together.
"The First Night" is a mesmerizing tale of love defying convention, the struggle for acceptance, and the magic that lies within every heart. It delves into themes of compassion, understanding, and the complexities of human emotion. Through the entwining of mystical elements and genuine emotion, this story captivates readers with its lyrical prose and timeless message of love's enduring power.
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His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
Rabbit The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. ""Mr. Kensington,"" the nurse's voice cracked, ""your wife... she's critical."" A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. ""Liam is in the shower,"" Seraphina's voice purred. ""Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low."" Then, Liam's bored voice: ""If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning."" Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. After My Husband Cheated, I Married His Greatest Rival
Rabbit The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war. Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss
feesa "We're friends," I said, voice barely steady.
Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not."
"Friendship's too pure for this."
His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him.
"Do friends kiss like this?"
He kissed me. Hard. Possessive.
"Or grab each other like this?"
A squeeze to my ass. A gasp.
"Or think filthy little thoughts?"
His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?"
My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me.
"Stop lying, Venus."
His voice was a growl.
"I feel it. Every time I'm near you."
I whispered, "But you don't even like me."
His smile was pure sin.
"I don't have to like you to fuck you."
Then the offer:
"Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth."
He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger.
"Say the word, princess."
A whisper against my lips-
"I'll ruin you."
And God help me...
I wanted him to.
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Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved.
But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction.
In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead? After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Rabbit Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his ""eligible bachelor"" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a ""trailer park girl"" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his ""grief.""
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive ""free"" could be.