Missywrites
Missywrites's Books(2)
SOUL TIES
Romance I knew it was wrong. I always knew. But somehow, I kept ending up here-trapped in the same cycle.
Each night, I'd whisper to myself, "No, Elle, you can't keep doing this." But by the next day, it was as if my memory had been wiped clean. Somehow, I'd find myself in his arms again, longing to be kissed, touched, and caressed by him. He consumed me-completely.
But being with him was wrong. It was never meant to be. We were never supposed to be together, and we never truly would be.
I told myself that over and over again, drowning in guilt for all I'd done and for the pain I was causing-for chasing my selfish desires at the expense of someone I claimed to love. Someone innocent. Tender. Compassionate. Someone who didn't deserve any of it.
But as they say: you can't help who you fall in love with.
Love... it can be a blessing, but it can just as easily be a curse. A two-faced phenomenon I never quite understood, yet felt so deeply that it buried its claws into my soul. And if someone tried to rip it out of me, it would tear me to pieces. It would ruin me.
And the truth is-I didn't want it removed.
I loved the bittersweetness of it. The rush. The secrecy. The danger. Like that night at the dining table. He sat right beside me. A perfect angle for a little foreplay, with that oversized tablecloth hanging low enough to shield our sins. That tablecloth deserved an Oscar (chuckles softly).
He made me take risks I never thought I'd be bold enough to take.
He used to say there were layers to me-layers only a few people could ever reach. That he was lucky to be the one who reached the deepest parts of me. And he was right.
Kendrick was my first.
In everything.
A love so forbidden, so distasteful, it almost felt perfect-at least, to me.
Some might say I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had.
But I was his to yield, to bend, to explore.
Like a knight and his two-edged sword-we went hand in hand, inseparable. But when put together, we caused more harm than good. And that's exactly what we did. We hurt so many people.
But me-I hurt her the most.
Not Kendrick. Me.
And for that, I will never forgive myself.
-Ellen Davies
Escape into you
Mafia She never needed saving.
Not when she was a child forced to grow up too soon. Not when she took over an empire built on blood and betrayal. And certainly not when a group of men tried to shove her into a van, thinking they could break her.
But then he showed up.
He wasn't a hero. Just a good guy who was at the wrong place at the wrong time or was it even wrong? A guy who couldn't watch them do something awful to the beautiful woman. He didn't know who she was. Didn't know that stepping in would change his life forever.
Because they took him, too.
Now, he's trapped in a world where people don't live long if they don't know how to fight. A world where she-ruthless, untouchable, dangerous-is the only person standing between him and death.
He should hate her. She should push him away.
But it's not that simple.
He's spent his whole life being careful. Obedient. Taking every hit his father gave him just so his little sister wouldn't have to. He never had the luxury of fighting back. But she-she doesn't know how to surrender.
She is all sharp edges and iron will. And yet, she sees something in him that no one else ever has.
And he sees her, too.
Not just the ruthless mafia boss-but the woman who has lost too much, who has learned to be unbreakable because no one ever came to save her.
They don't fall in love the way normal people do. There's nothing soft about it. It's raw. It's messy. It hurts.
And when the worst happens-when she loses her mother, when his sister is sold to the same kind of monsters who ruined both their lives-it nearly destroys them.
But she won't stop until she gets his sister back.
And he won't let her fight alone.
They were never supposed to meet. Never supposed to care. But maybe, just maybe, together, they can escape.
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MY MASTERS
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.
The Billionaire's Runaway Bride!
Violetbrim Nadia O'Hara is a woman considered to have the perfect life, a loving and successful fiancee, a famous career, and a perfect fairytale wedding. Well, not until she flees from her own wedding, leaving her fiancee at the altar.
In reality it was all a facade, her so called loving fiancee is actually a scum who only wants to marry her to boost his Fame and is actually having an affair with her best friend. When she catches him in the act, he threatens Nadia not to reveal it to the public or else he would destroy her career and ruin her name. Left with no choice she almost accepts the nightmarish life until the moment she sets her eyes on him.
Evan Wilson is a wealthy successful CEO of the Wilson group owning a successful chain of hotels, he is considered cold, emotionless and detached, from most people. He who had never cared about any woman's emotions finds himself drawn to the stunning bride, and the moment he sets his eyes on her, a strange emotion surfaces inside him.
Driven by the irresistible desire for one another they share a one night together that holds no promises and no commitments, but what happens when they can't forget one another after that?
What will Evan Wilson do when he's unable to forget her? And what happens when that one night between them bears fruit? 
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