IMPORTANT ADVISORY: The full chapters of this book are no longer available on Dreame for publishing reasons. If you wish to continue reading the book, it is temporarily available to read free on the app, Inkitt. A new, better and edited version of this book is also available on the app, Galatea - with music and visuals. Look forward to the ebook/paperback version of it too. ^_^ Thank you for supporting this book! I really appreciate it. Status: Complete "It is a waste of hardness if I'm not going to push it inside you," the King said. Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ~ 0 ~ They say mirrors are the door to another realm. For Nicollete, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what's the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man's sword? How will Nicollete cope then? Genre: Supernatural-Fantasy Romance, Mystery, Smut/Erotica All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers. Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys? However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me. Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief. 'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin! ~ 0 ~ I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me. Genre: Supernatural Romance, Smut All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?" "Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you." Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained. Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please." "So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed. Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths. ~ 0 ~ Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods. Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark.... Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to the Lord of the Vampires. Genre: Vampire-Supernatural Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 Copyright JMFelic Books
Status: Complete 'Prank you?' he scoffed. 'You must be joking, my Sweet Rose.' He leaned towards me, but I guess it wasn't enough for he stood up, motioned our personal waiter to take the two chairs that parted us and place his own chair near mine. 'I don't do pranks. It is not fancy at all,' he continued after he sat down coolly inches away from me. My breathing accelerated. He leaned again and whispered close to my ear, 'I however do worse than that.' 'What-what do you mean?' I choked and shivered. 'I seek revenge, Daniella. Sweet, delicious revenge.' ~ 0 ~ Here's Daniella Rosecraft, the only daughter of the Rosecraft Family that owns a famous company that specializes in weddings. A self-proclaimed perfectionist, she aims to show to her mother that she can take over the business flawlessly. And yes, everything was going fine. Everything was according to her plan, until... 'trouble' came in the form of the President of the Fancy Pants Club, Erik Romano 'the asshole devil' Fancii. Her beliefs and character were quickly questioned by him thus making the ultimate clash of the history. With these two polar opposites, the question now is, how will they survive without cutting each other's throats? And with guns, drugs and the illusions staged by the Club, there remained a question still... Are their throats the only part that gets the damage or their hearts get a share of it too? Genre: Mafia, Action, Reverse Harem, Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then?
"Silence your tongue Aurora." He promptly commanded before he cupped her chin and pressed his palatable lips into her mouth. It was a whirlwind of chaos. Her mouth was covered entirely with his own. He savagely torpedoed his tongue and flicked and sparred it with hers until she moaned in protest. She pushed his chest forcefully back, but he only seized her hands and pinned them on the door. She moaned again, this time feeling breathless. He didn't give her any respite even with this however. He used his power to control the air and ordered it to fill her lungs with enough oxygen so that she wouldn't faint of asphyxiation. And the wind did so accordingly, ultimately giving him the much needed time to claim her mouth more leisurely. He had never tasted this kind of sweet nectar before. The longing about it... the yearning for more... the feeling of exploding was so tangible against her skin. Ahhh... yes. Yes. So this is what humans call, desire.... Genre: Supernatural Romance, Mystery All Rights Reserved 2019 JMFelic Books IMPORTANT ADVISORY: This book will be published on Amazon this coming October 29, 2019, 2 PM EST. As per my publisher contract, I will have to take down the last 10 chapters. Please support me by buying the ebook or paperback version. I would be super grateful. ^_^ Thank you so much!
Status: Complete "I want you. Yield to me..." he announced again, this time pinning her down the sofa. Lianne's eyes stared deep into the core of his flaming gaze. She saw something there. Something that wanted her more than anything else. She shuddered as he began to caress her trembling hand. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to express her disagreement, but before she could say that, her senses jumped anew as she heard a long knock on the main door. The sound surely made Ruen stop and quickly, awareness collided inside him upon seeing, this time clearly, the princess' wet eyes. "My great apologies Your Highness, but it is of a must that I inform you of your current meeting with the Council. Truly, they have grown to think that you are slacking in your responsibilities." "Jared," the King gave out a long sigh. Even without looking from the source of the voice, he knew already it was his most loyal butler. "If it isn't your timing impeccable." ~ 0 ~ When all is left in ruins, how would a princess live being held captive inside the mansion of her most hated captor? Her freedom all denied, true. But, not her will and heart..... Genre: Fantasy-Royalty, Historical Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete My eyes widened as he quickly reached out and pulled me against his chest, his hands wrapping my waist like a snake. I was trapped. "It hurts me to know that you are being touched by another man other than me, Lianne. You find his kisses pleasurable? I will show you what a real kiss is." With those words out, my mind went blank. I stiffened. I couldn't do anything when his face inched nearer. I couldn't explain the feeling when our lips touched, but I honestly thought I was in euphoria. His lips massaged mine with finesse and oh, I didn't care less if I was breathing or not. Despite my surprise, I reciprocated it, sparred my tongue with his and traced his perfect jawline with my hands. I can't explain it, but there was this longing feeling inside me. A longing I can't deny myself. The moment he first kissed me in my apartment, I honestly wanted more. Was that even our first kiss? Or have I kissed him many times before just like my dreams had numerously suggested to me? ~ 0 ~ "Reincarnation? I don't believe in such things. But why do I feel this way? Like I have known you for so long." ~Lianne Deivin~ <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">A sequel to Ceaseless Gravity. </span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"> </span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Genre: Fantasy-Romance, Smut</span> All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete "How could you... last night... I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" she huffed. Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These were the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her, yes he was, and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice. "I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!!!" she threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail. "Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want," he urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest. ~ 0 ~ Easy for Supernaturals to live their life in what everybody calls 'forever'. That is easy for angels yes, but for demons, it is most likely a damnation of boredom. And that is the truth. However, how much more would it be for a demon who has a unique power to wield time and space? What is HE to do with such an unlimited lifetime then? Genre: Supernatural Romance, Smut, Mystery All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete Marcus chose to stay away from her, standing in the mattress with his hand tightly gripping the wooden beam. The whole time Ysabelle was in the washroom, his heart continuously drummed a wild beat. God, the burn in his loins was still there, increasing, and it was unceasing. Back from the time in the cave when they almost made love, Marcus went almost insane when he realized that the illusion of Ysabelle disappeared so suddenly. He was already burning at that time, ready to direct all his ardor to her. He had his mouth wrapped up on her nipple and his fingers were already snaking down her folds, but then she just vanished... just vanished, and damn, because of that, it had kept him on edge in this God-forsaken prison. Even until now. 'So this is what it feels like to want a woman,' his thoughts remarked without any guilt. He turned to look at the mocking curtain and released a deep sigh. He finally concluded one thing to himself and that was he'll play the demon's game once again. He'll allow himself to yield on the temptation. ~ H ~ The Rogratiatto Family, rumored to be an extremist believer of the supernatural, sought out the help of the Vatican Conclave to stop a recent demon possession. Famous exorcist priest, Father Marcus Thayne, was called out by the Holy Pope to do the job. Once there, not only was he struggling with the demon he was supposed to exorcise, but he was also battling himself after seeing a mysterious woman showing signs of an immortal attraction with him... Genre: Supernatural Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Her breath hitched when she saw him pull out a strip of cloth from his jean's pocket. It was black. It was ominous. It meant only one thing and that was to blindfold her. Quickly, she shook her head. 'No... you can't do this!' Nic gave out no reaction as he continued his way to her. She attempted to sprint away from him, but he only captured her elbow in a vice-like grip. 'Don't struggle or you will only hurt yourself more,' he stated when he lifted the strip near her face. Tears spilled from her eyes this time and no matter how much she willed herself to be strong, she pleaded, 'Please, don't do this.' 'I have no other choice,' was his quick reply. ~ 0 ~ Cielle, after stopping by at her favorite fast-food chain, never expected her road trip would take a turn for the worse - her chicken buckets eaten by salivating mouths, her SUV carnapped and her safety threading on a thin line. Thrown in between a helplessness of a boy and the sinister plans of criminals who had captured her, hope and salvation is yet to be seen. But what if... just what if her heart itself became the traitor in the midst of all the drama? Like falling and aching for a certain mysterious man she is supposed to hate? What will she do? Genre: Mystery, Romance (Short Story/One-Shot) Status: Completed All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Status: Complete One-shot story 'Do I look like I'm joking to you?' He could well drown me with those sky-colored eyes. I wouldn't care a damn thing. 'If you're not joking then so be it. Working as your boy wouldn't hurt I guess,' I told him, my mind already made up. 'Oh, it will,' he replied and despite how ghostly his grin appeared to be, I caught it with mischief. 'It comes with a special chore.' 'And what is that?' I took in his scent. The scent of a male I'm supposed to avoid. Greatly. With all my strength. I guess that strength was nonexistent now when talking about my boss. 'You'll have to polish my rifles for me,' he worded smoothly. 'You are not afraid of guns are you? Long, hard and ready to explode anytime, any day.' I couldn't help myself but ask, 'Are we talking about metallic objects here, Mr. Lancaster, Sir? Or something else?' 'Depends on how you understand it,' came his riddle and then he pulled my chair down. 'Now, talk! That's an order!' ~ 0 ~ Five possibilities in one. Which would you choose? ~ A queen and her servant? ~ A general and his captive? ~ A bride and groom? ~ A husband and wife with child? ~ Or just plain, a secretary and his boss? Genre: Humor, One-shot, Romance All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books