Ikhuoria Precious
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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 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.
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. The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
Rabbit The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever.
He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me.
My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills.
Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight.
Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter. My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
Rabbit The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything.
Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out.
A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment.
In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity. 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 Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Rabbit Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered.
Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak.
She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her.
Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears.
Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home." The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. I Was His Wife, Now I'm His Ruin
Rabbit Sera stood at the altar, ready to renew vows with Lucas Sterling, a public declaration of their solid marriage. But in that holy silence, Lucas answered his phone, his voice booming, "Naomi? I'm coming." He then turned, eyes cold, declaring, "It's over," abandoning her mid-ceremony.
The crowd gasped. His family humiliated her, calling her "trash." He then cut off all her money, stranding her in a downpour. The cruelest blow: his sister revealed Lucas had gossiped about Sera's deepest trauma-a past kidnapping-mocking her belief he was her savior.
This betrayal shattered Sera's loyalty, replacing pain with cold rage. How could he expose that secret? And why did powerful Julian Thorne appear, whispering, "I've known who you are for a long time," as if privy to her past?
With her last attachment severed, Sera pulled out her encrypted phone. Her voice chilling, she commanded, "Target Sterling Supply Chain. Initiate Phase One: Disruption." Her counterattack had begun. Abandoned Wife, Billionaire Revenge
Rabbit My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.