licia khelanie

In every fairytale story, fate always brings the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love. But mine was the exact opposite. It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl. For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off. Keagan had never been interested in me. Hell, I had no doubt he didn’t know that I existed. After all, who would be interested in a lowly omega maid like me, the weakest in rank? Definitely not my Alpha. Our love was fake, as plastic as it got and only I knew it. Living with the guilt of my actions wasn’t enough, right? When it all blew up in my face, My Alpha had to bring in a new woman who he claimed to be the right woman to bear his heir. And I had to accept it or I'd lose...everything. But a life as an Unloved Luna definitely beats one as a washed-up, r*p*d, and abused Omega…right?

Saratan: I lost everything when my celebrity boyfriend decided to dump me for a more…popular actress. I lost my dignity, my safety, my apartment, my savings… you name it. I was at rock bottom and then sunshine came flooding my way. Do I call it sunshine though? Being recruited against my will as a blood vessel and then indebted to a recluse vampire who ‘saved’ my life, is that sunshine? Dregen: My kind decided to make our existence known to humans and offered a ‘hand of friendship’ which they more or less grumblingly accepted but I do know for sure that the Vampire Royalties wants a little more than to just co-exist with what we call, “Preys.” Power…Power is their Ultimate target, but I don’t care. My hands are too full investigating the disappearance of vampires. Then she came barreling into my life. Saratan Credi. I don’t want her, but I’m stuck with her. My vampire hates her, but my wolf craves her presence like a man starved of water in a desert. She thinks I’m a good man…tsk… but what she doesn’t know is I don’t have a heart. It shriveled up and died right after I ran away from home, renounced my pack, my wolf, and embraced my vampire, my darkness.

“I am positive Dylan”. She wailed, breaking down in tears and he ripped the envelope open still staring at her in confusion His eyes speedily skimmed down the content of the envelope and he dropped back on the chair, lost in thoughts. Love can’t be washed away easily, Dylan loves his wife immensely and would he literally do anything for her or not? His love for her was tested when the very basis of their relationship was broken and her dark past comes to haunt both of them. Vanessa a beautiful newly wedded who wants nothing more than to grow her new family in love and passion gets thrown off her course when the result of the HIV test she took comes out positive. What would Vanessa do to keep her marriage? Will she leave Dylan and go back to her ex or would she fight for her marriage and the man of her dreams. Dig into this page turning book and find out Dylan’s wife past.

One thousand stories. One thousand ways to get aroused, and begging for more. Some fantasies are meant to stay in your head. Others are begging to be read. Welcome to WANTON DESIRES, a collection of a thousand provocative stories built around forbidden temptation, dangerous attraction, and desires that refuse to behave. Good girls lose their innocence in a single reckless night. Strangers meet behind locked doors. A movie date takes an unexpected turn. A hotel mix-up becomes impossible to forget. A vacation cabin becomes anything but peaceful. Virginities are surrendered to the wrong person... or exactly the right ones. Best friends discover feelings they were never supposed to have. Fiancées betray promises. Women give in to women. Couples invite someone else into the bedroom. Jealousy turns competitive, temptation turns reckless, and the line between I shouldn't and don't stop gets thinner with every page. Inside, expect: 🔥 Forbidden encounters 🔥 Public and semi-public temptation 🔥 Rough, possessive encounters 🔥 Threesomes and group fantasies 🔥 Lesbian desire and unexpected attractions 🔥 *n*l play, double penetration, face-sitting, squirting and other explicit fantasies 🔥 Power, humiliation and degradation themes 🔥 Taboo scenarios that push every boundary 🔥 And a thousand different ways for desire to take control This isn't a book you read. It's a book that reads you because it knows the exact fantasies you hesitate to admit you have. Open it if you dare. Close it when you've had enough. Spoiler: you probably won't. Reader discretion: This collection contains extreme adult themes, explicit sexual content, group scenarios, degradation, non-stop orgasms taboo dynamics, and every filthy thing you dare to imagine. Have a fantasy you've always wanted to read? Requests for all adult fantasies scenarios are welcome. 1,000 STORIES. 1,000 DESIRES. How far will you go? Reach me here: [email protected]

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my p*ssy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my p*ssy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue