"Don't move," he trailed his kisses to my neck after saying it, his hands were grasping my hands, entwining his fingers with mine, putting them above my head. His woodsy scent of cologne invades my senses and I was aroused by the simple fact that his weight was slightly crushing me. ***** Ella had always loved Brice's books she has been a big fan of his. But when one night of blind date made her stumbled into her favorite author she did not mention the fact that she was crazy in love with his books. When they connect and fall for each other, that's when he found she finally told him and he did not accept the truth easily. And amidst the misunderstanding, the real stalker started following Ella. Then her twin billionaire brothers (Grady and Percy) started helping her, her family got involved when Ella was getting depressed about being dumped by Brice. Brice struggled with his feelings, he wanted to get her back. But he didn't want her to be in the middle of his stalker situation. His desire for Ella finally made him relent, his love for her made him get on his knee and propose. And his action just made Ella the biggest target for the stalker.
"I wish I'm a ghost." I slumped on the sofa while sipping my cold beer.
"Okay... I can be your genie, you got two more. Hit me with your best."
I throw a pillow at her which she catches expertly.
"Anyway, why would you want to wish that?" Gemma, my loyal cousin asked as she patiently stays by my side and listens to my crazy talk.
"Why? so I can latch onto my honey bun bun, obviously!"
"You are one deranged woman." She laughed and continue mixing her vodka orange with a tint of lemon before she drinks it slowly.
"Tell me you don't think he's hot!"
"I don't think he's hot." She said repeating the words within seconds, making me rolled my eyes at her.
"Fuck you, Gemma. You're just jealous!"
"You're not even drunk Ella, and you're delusional already! your mom and dad will drag you back home if you kept on harassing the guy."
"Oh! I missed mom and dad."
"You missed her cooking." She teased knowing my belly is too weak for mom's homemade fried chicken.
"Erm, yeah mom's cooking for sure, and I know you do too! just imagine the crispiness and the juices that flow when we sink our teeth into those drumsticks." I smirked and take a big gulp of my beer, making her laughed again.
"And I'm not harassing him! I haven't even called him this week. Some people have to work you know." I squinted my eyes at my cousin who's also my best friend, we even have matching tattoos.
"It's still Tuesday, you have plenty of time before this week ended." She shook her head while giving me the look.
"You know me best!" I winked and clinked our drinks before she continues the work on her laptop and I was back to reading Brice Durant's newest book.
I was resting back on the sofa and sipping my drink slowly while my mind was deep into his book. I was biting my lip, reading in anticipation of what's to come as the suspense build. Then I was curling my toes when the sexy scenes were described explicitly for my virgin corrupt mind.
"You're reading the nasties aren't you?"
"What? no, how could you tell? even if I am, so what? I'm twenty-three, I'm old enough for these kinds of books."
Gemma laughed at me and continue typing on her laptop. She's a personal assistant who has a boss that's making her slave for her work. It was way past office hours and she was still typing on her laptop.
"You should really consider your life choices Gemma, that boss of yours is taking advantage of your willingness to slave for him."
She smiled and drink her vodka as if it was coffee that's going to run through her veins.
"I'm working my way up the company's ladder, I'm not like you who has parents that approved their only daughter career path."
"What? I'm a very well-known artist in my field. I just need the right time and an agent with the same vision as mine."
"Ella, you're only doing portraits of him! how the hell do you call that a vision? you have a borderline stalker tendency."
I know she's right, but I can't seem to help myself as my mind wants him as my muse. All the time.
"See, this is where you're wrong. I only draw perfect figures and he is it." It was a lame excuse and she knows it.
Gemma shook her head, telling me that I was helpless while I get another beer from the fridge, and decides to go to my room to start spying on my honey bun bun.
It was easy enough for me to stalk him since his agent is very active on her social media.
Brice was looking handsome in his navy shirt and dark designer jeans. His facial expression looked bored when the picture was taken, though a couple of women looked enthusiastic beside him.
I looked at the picture and caresses his well-defined jawline, wishing that I can touch the real him.
Someday...
Okay, maybe I'm a bit obsessed but who can blame me? he's freaking handsome!
My infatuation with him started a year ago when I was bored and started buying books from different authors. I was binge reading the books, but none barely made it to the first ten chapters. And I was about to give up until I started reading his books.
From then on I was addicted to his writings, I search all of his books, even the ones he writes under different pen names. I was hooked, and that was when I started dropping him emails.
I even subscribe to his most expensive membership platform just to have access to him personally for a weekly call. And he has never once considered me as a weird stalker, he has always been nice and treated me as if I'm one of his loyal fans.
Which I am. Just a fan.
That's what I've been telling myself.
Not a psycho who has a shrine of Brice's drawings plastered on a certain side of my bedroom wall.
My busy stalking activity was interrupted by a call from my painter friend Brenton Adams, he has been trying to get me to paint other objects aside from my honey bun bun, Brice Durant.
"...Ella, you're a very talented painter and Gwen would've wanted you to succeed."
I started biting my nails when he mentioned his sister's name. We were both broken when she committed suicide years back and both of us were blaming ourselves for the longest time until he found his special someone. While I still think about her every now and then.
And he knows that my creativity was still stuck because of Gwen.
The difference between us was that he paints his feelings away, while I buried myself in books and try to forget about Gwen.
In a way, my obsession with the hot author helps me forget about what happened to Gwen. I was her best friend who went away the summer she ended her life.
"Ella?"
"What? oh yeah the gallery, yeah sure I'll swing by tomorrow. I have stuff to do tonight." I lied easily then ended the call. I was back to scrolling through Brice's agent's Instagram feed.
His Instagram has very few pictures of him, it's also one of the things I like about him. His mysterious side. His lack of updates was probably intentional for marketing purposes, he surely has a very good agent.
Or maybe I was just making excuses for him, maybe he's too busy with his female companions to update his social media for his fans. I pouted at the possibility and decided to go to sleep instead.
Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to paint something else.
"Lay down for me, baby, you're going to be a good doll for me, aren't you? you're going to let me do anything I want with you?" Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content.* Remy lived most of his life in a boring middle-class family household before everything turned out badly and he found out what his parents had been hiding from him. He left home out of spite. Then a certain situation made Remy a serial bedwarmer, moving from one lover to another. Ghazi didn't expect to bump into Remy. He knows what is expected of him, the family does not tolerate same-sex relationships. It was frowned upon within the organization where Ghazi had managed to hide that part of him for years. That was before he met Remy. Since then he knew he was screwed cause he realize that he'd kill anyone for Remy, even if it was one of his family members.
Welcome to Smut Town, where the steamy stories are connected. Feast on our townies' thirst for romance. From their sexy billionaires, and ruthless mafias, to their sexy sugar babies and hot college students. This is a book compilation of our town's smut universe, where lust turns to love and happily ever after is inevitable. The book will start with our delightful sugar baby Jacqueline and her polyamory relationship with the twin billionaires, Percy and Grady. Then we continue with Ella's story who is also Jacqueline's neighbor and the twins' sister. All the stories will entwined as you go through each couple and end with their happily ever after. As a bonus...find the new adventure of our townies' very own Vampire clan. Read the first story of how our Vampire King falls for his little human killer, Tessa. To all of my readers who have read my books as stand-alones, I dare you to read the book as a whole. Experience our townies' lustful endeavor to reach their ever-after without pause.
Armand was appointed king, his small hellish kingdom was nothing compared to his nemesis. But he was not claiming for more, he was done after his lover's demise as King Ranulf accidentally kill her and made both of them cast to hell. He's a fallen angel who wanted nothing but to spend the rest of his eternal life grieving in his way. That was until the day he met Rain, the human werewolf he thought can heal his wound. But he was rejected, he thought Rain liked him until he chose King Ranulf. The day he was going to kidnap Rain was the day he got badly wounded. And Rain once again rejected him and told his lover not to hurt him. And that's how for days he ended up in the care of a very chatty Succubus named Basilea. ***** No one knows how valuable Basilea was, not even the last king she served her life for. Basilea was the last princess of the demon succubus, both parents were killed in the great war less than a hundred years ago. Her kingdom falls and she had no desire to fill her royal throne. She was living the harem life with King Ranulf, her life was easy under his protection. Basilea was brought by King Eustace, the ruler before King Arkael and King Ranulf. She was taken in just before her she reach adulthood, no one knew her, and no one gets close enough to peel layers of her deep darkest secret until Armand. The one being she couldn't resist, the one male who can fulfill her desire. She was a demon after all, and she knows that demons don't get her happy ever after. Or do they? ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?
"You can strip him naked, baby, and do what you want. I'm just going to watch." I said huskily then backing away and poured myself another glass of wine. Promiscuous Series: 1. Between Them 2. The Lovers 3. The Desires 4. The Forbidden Lust Ben has always been best at what he does, he's handsome, tall, kind-hearted, and cheerful. That shouldn't be the result of growing up with parents who rejected his sexual orientation. But he learned how to survive when he run away from home. Ben knows how to mingle with the right people and have the guts to take jobs that would support him. His life was doing just fine, he was happy, he was financially okay, until one day he was terrorized by one of his clients. ***** Jasper is a straight man, he grew up to be a paralegal, have a safe job for his boring kind of life. He was satisfied with what he had accomplished in life, he thought he was happy, until he met Ben. Until he was falling for the one sugar baby he shouldn't have. ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
Bree was moving erotically teasing the handsome man sitting still with his hands planted firmly above his knees while he calmly enjoys the strip show. Gage's eyes scanned her body, watching her intensely as her thumb hooked on the waistband of her skirt then slowly unzipped and let the skirt fall to the floor then she turns around shaking her ass adorably making him laugh. ****** Babes is a strip club where the dancers danced, there are strict rules for the dancer not to offer themselves to their clients. Prostitution is a big no at the club. Though rules are meant to be broken, especially when the dancers are desperate enough to get extra cash. Babes cater to a high-end clientele of well-dressed men with various backgrounds, from rich sleazy playboys, and bad boys CEO executives, to cheating husbands with cash to spend for a private lap dance. The dancers at Babes are beautiful sexy women with different backgrounds from struggling actresses, and single moms with bills to cover, to students having to pay for their student loans, there are also women who just like to dance and be appreciated by men. But in Babes, people fall in love, strangely they found their match in the high-end strip club where they least expected. Follow this story and read how the dancers struggle for love and how the men find their future happiness.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
WARNING! This book is not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Some parts contain graphic sex scenes, adult language, and situations intended for mature readers only! BLURB She saved herself for the man she thought would be her forever. She believed in love, in promises, in happily ever after. Until she caught her fiancé tangled in another woman's arms. Betrayal burned through her veins, leaving behind only one desire. REVENGE. And what better way to break him than to seduce the one man who could shatter his pride-his powerful, dangerously handsome billionaire uncle? He's older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But she's willing to play dirty, willing to risk everything, just to watch her ex suffer. But what happens when the game turns on her? Because the moment she steps into his world, she realizes he's not just a pawn in her twisted little plan. He's a man who dominates, consumes, and makes her feel things she's never felt before. And the worst part? She might not want to escape.
On her wedding anniversary, Brielle plans on gifting her husband, Alpha Argon, a news on her pregnancy. But she's left shattered when she found Argon proposing to his first lover, Estelle, a super model and daughter of Alpha Deron from Red Wood pack. Argon rejects Brielle for his first love. He and Estelle don't hesitate to mock her for being wolfless and a burden with no family. When she planned to hide the news of her pregnancy, a curious Estelle fishes out the report, shocking Argon with the news. Brielle thinks the goddess would mend her broken relationship, but her whole world came crumbling when Argon and Estelle pushed her down the stairs, resulting to her miscarriage. Broken, she receives a divorce letter from Argon, giving her twenty four hours to sign and leave. In her pains, something was awoken in Brielle. Something rare and deadly. "Don't sign it, Brielle. That's not the way of the IVYs. Make them pay." Her eyes glowed green.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”