Philia Charles
Philia Charles 's Books(4)
Fatal Desire
Romance Roman Volkov:
Isla Bennett.
The daughter of my bitter adversary, she was supposed to be nothing more than a pawn in my elaborate game of vengeance.
I intended to break her, to turn her world into ashes just as her father did to mine. Yet, she dismantled my resolve with her fearless gaze, her sharp tongue, and the gentleness of a single, unexpected kiss.
I despise her... but my longing for her is relentless, consuming me like wildfire.
Isla Bennett:
Roman Volkov.
The man my father warned me about, a merciless foe cloaked in danger and power.
But I've always been drawn to forbidden paths, and Roman is the ultimate risk.
I vowed to conquer him, to thaw the ice around his guarded heart, and leave him yearning for me.
I looked into his piercing eyes and saw something raw, something broken-and I wanted to own it.
Now, we are locked in a battle of wills and desire, where surrender feels like betrayal, but resistance could destroy us both. My crush, the billionaire heir
Romance Andria, a spirited and quirky commoner, resides in a secluded area with her parents. She's an orange vendor with dreams of being in a relationship with the world's most handsome man, the former Mr. World. Austin Brown is a remarkably attractive young man who is an international supermodel and former Mr. World. He's also a prominent figure in the world of acting and music. Being born into wealth has contributed to his somewhat infuriating, proud, and haughty demeanor. During a movie shoot in Andria's community, their paths cross unexpectedly. Without her glasses, Andria fails to recognize Austin as her long-standing crush. A heated exchange and a brawl follow their chance meeting. In a surprising turn of events, Andria ends up stealing both his money and his heart. Austin, returning to his opulent lifestyle, remains captivated by thoughts of the commoner he encountered. His search for her, however, proves futile as she vanishes from his sight. Fate takes an unexpected turn when Andria reappears in Austin's life, now as a maid. As she grapples with the realization that her new boss is the same person she insulted on the road, and that he is also her celebrity crush, questions arise. Could this be the start of a genuine connection? Is it possible that love is in the air? Will she be able to fit into his world? The Mafia Don's Woman
Romance Chapter_One
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Anna's POV
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10:05 PM.
Staggering a little less than normally, I made my way home, no, to the house, and knocked on the door.
Gently.
Though slightly drunk, I wasn't stupid to go about banging the door. That alone will earn me punishment from my foster parents, Linda and Joseph Matthew. Not that it mattered. They always found the littlest thing to use against me.
Taking in a deep breath, I waited for them to open the door. I turned the knob after hearing a 'click' and stepped into the house. For wicked and heartless people, Linda and Joseph were quite neat. Cross that, they made sure I kept the house neat. They were average classed people, living in the suburb part of the city. Affording complete and rich meals each day, with a good dose of alcohol on the side.
I waited a minute or two, and when I saw no sign of them, I proceeded to run to my room.
"And where do you think you're going?" the menacing voice stopped me in my tracks. Joseph.
"And in such a hurry?" Linda added, a sneer evident in her tone.
I turned around slowly. They were sitting on a sofa, in the dark parlour. No wonder I didn't see them.
"T--to my room," I said with a slight stutter.
Linda cackled, like the witch she was. "Did you hear what she just said, honey?" she asked Joseph who guffawed in response.
"But mom I--"
Before I knew what was happening, her palm connected to my cheeks with a loud 'WHAM!!!' sending me sprawling to the floor.
I'd forgotten; they insisted I never call them mom or dad, unless the social workers were around.
I screamed from the pain and saw stars in my peripheral vision. Like an explosion had gone off in my head.
"I'm not your mother, you stinking daughter of a bitch!" she hissed, pulling my hair and hitting it on the ground.
Joseph knelt down beside me, with one knee on my abdomen, and he grabbed my small wrists in his big hand.
"Shut up, bitch," he growled and used his other hand to muffle me.
I was already quiet, because I couldn't breathe. And soon all my struggles slowed down because of expending energy without breathing.
When he noticed my lack of resistance, he got off me, and I immediately drew in a deep breath, clutching my hurting abdomen and stinging cheeks while blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall.
I'm a strong girl.
I won't cry.
"We're never going to be your parents, damned girl," Linda spat, kicking me in the side, "because you're worthless to everyone. Even your real parents didn't want you! You're a curse!"
"A worthless piece of trash," Joseph added as he squatted and pulled my hand to him forcefully. "And if one word about this leaks out to the social service, you're dead. Understand!?"
I nodded my understanding.
"Good."
He kissed his wife, and then laughing, they moved to their room while doing disgusting things.
When I heard their door lock, I picked myself up, lifted my backpack and headed to my mouse sized room, where I ran a hot shower to treat the bruises on my cheeks and wrists. After that, I applied a balm and crawled onto my bed.
It was when I got my pillow to my face that I let out a long agony scream and allowed the tears to flow.
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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.
The Lycan kings pet slave
Paige T Their kiss left them craving more, their bodies aflame with desire. Brynn willingly granted Killian entry to her mouth, his yearning evident in a throaty moan.
His scorching lips ignited a passionate fire within her, and his hand gently traced along her curves, coaxing seductive sounds from Brynn's lips.
While they hadn't ventured beyond their previous encounter in the study, Brynn's readiness was palpable. She longed for him so ardently that the mere thought of having him made her quiver.
Killian was enraptured by her taste, his desire overwhelming. He broke the kiss momentarily to gaze into Brynn's eyes, which smoldered with a hunger that mirrored his own. They both ached for each other.
As his fingers deftly undid the buttons of her attire, a shiver of anticipation coursed through Brynn's skin. When Killian beheld her exposed breast, he couldn't resist a hiss of desire, sending her into blissful sighs as her garments fell away.
Her gown pooled at her feet, leaving Brynn in a sensuous black two-piece lingerie set that left Killian spellbound. The way her voluptuous curves accentuated her body left him in a state of eager anticipation, his excitement evident.
"Damn," he muttered, reminiscing about their previous passionate encounters. "You're incredibly seductive," he declared, his voice husky with desire, as he guided her gently to the bed. "And you're all mine." The Billionaire's Secret: A Nasty Web of Lies
Generis "You think I'd stoop so low to fuck servants like you do?" He yelled-
Oh, but he did!
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Thane Moneau, an enigmatic billionaire, gets tangled up with Lena Hayes, a charming, love-hungry young lady who asks for nothing but to be loved. She's sent to prison for a crime she knew nothing about by her husband, and that was where she'd met Thane; her prison bully. She was released ten months after to find her step sister, Mira, had taken over her marriage. With nowhere else to go after signing the divorce papers, she returned to her father's house only for the heartless man to sell her off as a maid. There again, her world and Thane's collided as her boss was Thane's irresponsible father.
Not long after, Mr Moneau senior was killed and Thane was nowhere to be found. Soon, she discovered Thane is actually a ruthless billionaire, and numerous questions filled her mind. How had such a rich man ended up in the kind of dirty prison where she was? Why did he go undercover? And how on earth was he so rich but his father lived in an average house and fucked whores for a living?
Also, what happens when Lena goes from being a wife to Adrian Devonshire, to a maid for an old man, then the personal maid to Thane who hates her guts? Will things get worse or will she thrive when unforeseen circumstances force her to get married to the ruthless, arrogant billionaire, Thane Moneau? Married To The Mafia Boss
Elk Entertainment You may kiss the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears.
I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight.
His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment.
He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly.
My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore.
I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one! 
