||-Ongoing-|| ~Rachel & Carmen~ {18+{BDSM{EROTICA{GxG{INTERSEX} 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 You had not been so sure what exactly she made you feel like, but now you do. She made you feel like a prey because she gave off extreme predator vibes. She -especially her eyes- made you feel as if she could hold you, possess you and swallow you whole in some kind of a way. What surprised you the most was the thought that you would actually be begging for it. "If you come one step closer, it would mean that you want me to have you little kitten." 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 When Rachel & Carmen meet at a bar, the sparks are quick and almost disorientating, all fire and brimstone. And when Carmen offers to take her home after a drastic meeting, Rachel does not decline. Both hunger for each other, completely unaware that something powerful and all consuming is about to build between them. But the matter was could they face whatever it was, together? Could they nurture and preserve the flames that would engulf them after their one night stand? Could they be together despite every dramatic twist and turn in their passionate, explosive and somewhat chaotic love story? 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 This is a story of lust turned to love. It tells of a desire that brands the soul and of a passion that consumes the mind. It speaks of a relationship that burgeons like the plants in the field, of the sun that shines bright and warm. It is a tale of a betrayal that cuts through the bones. This is a story that could or could not have a happy ending after all.

'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' she yelled. He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them, he took a step forward to speak with her. 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want," he informed her. Rage boiled in her stomach at his words, leaving her disorientated for a minute. She soon found her lost composure. 'Then,' she began. Her lips pursed as she hesitated for only a moment. 'I'll never be a wife, still yet yours!' she enunciated every word like a promise. He froze, his eyes flashing silver with anger as he clenched his fists. 'Say that again,' he told her in a hard icy voice, 'and face the rowen.' It was a dare. He had just dared her. She swallowed softly. And despite the threat, she slowly climbed out of bed. Then, she went up to him. Her gaze met his steel like one as she tilted her head to look at him. Her tear stained emerald eye held him in a challengingly way, unimpressed. 'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a raspy but rather confident voice. He stared at her for a long time, simmering beneath. The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly as their gazes clashed. Blood roared in her ears with each passing minute, his eyes boring deep into the depths of her soul. Yet, she didn't back down. She wouldn't let him win. Silence reigned as their stare down intensified, and everyone in the bed room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy. When he spoke again, it was in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Everyone,' he ordered. She swallowed. 'Out!' he finished. They didn't wait a moment, all festinating out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from a transfer of aggression. And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he exhaled. He reached out, hands around her waist and drew her to him unexpectedly. 'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him—the beast. She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories. But, she just knew that she wanted nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the monster that left her in perplexity. He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go. She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong. And if it did, he was the only person who could try, really try to put it back in place for with her. For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right once it went wrong.

||-THE GIRL AT THE PARTY-||•Aura & Layla•{Slowburn; Steamy Erotica}~~~~~~~~~~"Get on the bed and spread those legs for me sweet pea," she ordered.My coochie clenched and unclenched at the pure authority behind every of those words."Yes Mami," I said in a breathless voice as I crawled onto the bed.I watched her with a racing heart as she adjusted her strap.My breath hitched with each step that she took towards me.Closer.Closer still.Till she was on the bed, hovering above me with a smirk."Let me treat that pussy good, baby," she whispered in my ears."Yes," I exhaled."Can mami do that?" She asked.I nodded sheepishly even as my body burned fervently with need."Yes Mami, baby wants you to do that to her," I consented."Then baby better be quiet; because the more noise she makes, the faster I'll go, with more intensity."My mouth clamped shut as she slowly began to slide into me.My eyes widened and I held back a gasp as she filled me to the hilt.~~~~~~~~~~A girl at a party.A kiss in the closet.Secrets unwhispered.Territories untreaded.But everything must clash in due course?Would delay stoke the fire?Or will it consume both?~~~~~~~~~~Only you can find out in the chapters of this epic read.~OmaPhinaPhire©®

OUT OF ORDER SERIES: BOOK SIX {Chinwem—Clement} •~•~•~•~•~•~• Clement Ugwu springs upon Chinwem Chloe Nwabuagu out of nowhere. He is hell-bent on getting her to be his, persistent and there is nothing she can do to dissuade him. •~•~•~•~•~•~• 'You will never be able to run away from me Chloe,' he told her, their faces inches apart. Then, from his hands on her shoulders, his left hand travelled to the back of her neck in the speed of lightning, arched her neck back a bit as his lips descended on hers, hot and urgent. •~•~•~•~•~•~• He wasn’t her father—the Nwabuagu tiger—or one of her three exes; John, Collins and Chima. Clement loved her. Well, the others had claimed to love her too until they had seen, beheld all that was her, her true form, unlovable, repulsing, twisted and void. What made Clement different? She couldn’t find a solid reason to set him apart from his predecessors. They all pursued her relentlessly, tirelessly, claiming to want her, desire her. They all made her theirs, later falling in love with her, building and planning a future with her. Then, they all fell out of love with her when they saw the truth of her form. Therefore, when Clement had come into her life, she had raised her walls higher, been thrice on guard. Yet, he had slipped past all of her defenses and straight into her heart like cupid’s arrow, melting it along with her walls and barricade. She had had no idea of when all these had happened for he had been as swift as an unexpected tide. •~•~•~•~•~•~• Will Chinwem open her heart to Clement or will she hang on to her past, allowing the darkness of her past to haunt her away from him?

Isla should have died. After years of being trapped in a marriage built on terror, she finally breaks. The man who promised her protection destroys everything she has left. In a single night, her world ends in violence and her body is thrown away as if her life had meant nothing at all. She is abandoned in a container at the edge of a cliff-barely breathing, bleeding out. She waits for the darkness to finish what everyone else has started. Then he finds her. Labano comes to that same precipice ready to end his own life. He had lost everything-the wife he loved, the child he never got to meet. He is left with nothing until he finds the stranger death refused to take. He saves her because he can, and keeps her alive because he can't walk away. Their survival is accidental. Their connection is unwanted. And the fate that pulled them back from the precipice may not be done with either of them just yet. As Isla recovers in the care of a man haunted by loss, Labano struggles with the life he never meant to return to. And the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Two shattered souls pulled back from the brink-by fate or cruelty? Some souls meet only in the moment both of them are about to break. And some debts—of pain, of violence, of fate—refuses to stay buried.

"Sign the papers Muse, and I will keep you safe and bring you revenge served cold on a golden platter." "You are my family's enemy Pierre." "Are you speaking of the family who abandoned you and put you here?" "They are still mine!" The laughter that rang out was filled with disbelief and amusement. "Look here Muse, those papers are not a choice. You will sign them and you will belong to me. I might be your enemy, but I am still your salvation." ~~~~~ Muse Vitale has always lived her life as the beloved adopted daughter of the Vitale family. Her perfect happy world shatters to pieces when the real Vitale heiress returns the take her place after twenty two years. Colleen Shamar is the Real heiress who becomes the villain in Muse's wonderful story. She slowly turns everyone against Muse and paints her as a bad person. Muse is cruelly cast out of the place she had once called home and into the dark confines of prison. Her entire life crumbles before her eyes. However, she finds an unlikely ally in Pierre Donovan who is their cold and calculating heartless business rival. He reaches out to her and lifts her out of the dark pits of hell.

Wanita survives a devastating betrayal, heartbreak and a fatal accident with the belief that death had come for her at last. She was wrong because a stranger pulls her from the brink, and he is not just any man. He is a De-Can–a forbidden hybrid of Lycan and Demon blood, a creature that should have not come into existence. He calls her by another name—the name of the woman who once loved him three centuries ago. This woman's soul is sealed in a necklace crafted through living memory under a special moonlight. The prophecy circulates that Wanita will be both salvation and destruction. She is the reincarnation of a soul who would stir awake and cause the realms to bleed anew. But Love will resurrect monsters, and the greatest monster of all will burn the entire world just to keep her.

💗💗💗💗💗 The curves he had never noticed before on her smiled broadly at him, taunting him. As if that wasn't enough, emotions and sensations that he had never had or thought to have for her, taboo emotions between friends crawled all around him, hovering dangerously. Wetyn dey occur? What was happening here? What in hell was happening to him? This was none other than Seiyafa, his best friend of probably six years and counting. How, just how could he fall for her now? Only just now? No, no, he had probably had too much to drink at the party. And if it wasn't the drink, it was the devil, the master of temptation, testing him with lust and he would not give in to that and destroy something really good. 💗💗💗💗💗

'WHAT'S THIS?' 'WE MARRIED?' HE SAID. 'MARRIED?' 'YES.' 'YOU'RE JOKING RIGHT?' THE SERIOUS LOOK HE GAVE HER SAID HE WASN'T. 'YOU'RE NOT? NO, THAT'S NOT TRUE.' 'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?' HE ASKED. SHE STARED AT HIM HORRIFIED. HAD SHE TRULY MARRIED THIS MAN? 'BUT, BUT...' 'YOU SIGNED THE MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE AND WE WEDDED.' HE SAID. 'DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT?' 'NO.' 'NO?' 'YES.' 'YES? WHICH IS IT? NO OR YES?' SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. SHE BEGAN TO PUT THE PIECES OF THE SCATTERED PUZZLE TOGETHER. IT ALL CAME TO HER THEN. SHE GASPED IN SHOCK AT THE REALIZATION OF WHAT SHE'D GOTTEN HERSELF INTO. SHE SWAYED VIVIDLY. HE HELD HER, STEADYING HER. 'TIANA? TIANA ARE YOU ALRIGHT?' SHE TRIED TO SHAKE HER HEAD, BUT FAINTED INSTEAD.

TAOPEIA - LYHEAN HE IS DIFFERENT. IT HAD BEEN SO SINCE HE WAS BORN. HE HATES HIMSELF, AND EVERYONE. UNTIL HE ENCOUNTERS SOMETHING SWEET... HER PARENTS ARE MURDERED TRYING TO PROTECT HER. SHE VOWS TO FIND THEIR KILLER AND LET THEM EXPERIENCE THE PEACE OF DEATH...

...HE WAS THE ONE. THE ONE WHO'D FINALLY MANAGED TO RENDER HER BRAIN USELESS, COMPLETELY DISORIENTATE HER. HE SET HER TO HER FEET, HOLDING HER UNTIL SHE WAS STEADY ENOUGH TO STAND ON HER OWN. 'YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, AND SWEET. AND WE HAVE A CERTAIN CHEMISTRY.' 'WE DO?' SHE ASKED DOUBTFULLY. 'DON'T YOU FEEL IT?' SHE BLINKED, ONCE, TWICE, THRICE. DESIRE HIT HIM WITH THE FULL FORCE OF ITS RESURGENCE. HE STEPPED FURTHER BACK BEFORE HE COULD ACT ON IT. 'WHAT'S YOUR NAME?' HE ASKED. 'OZIOMA,' SHE FOUND HERSELF SAYING. 'OZIOMA,' HE MURMURED. HE STEPPED BACK AGAIN. 'IF THIS IS FATE, WE'LL MEET AGAIN.' HE TURNED AND WENT BACK THE WAY HE HAD COME. SHE STOOD, STARING AT THE DOOR, UNABLE TO GO AFTER HIM, WILLING HIM TO COME BACK, HER BODY MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS AGAINST HERS.