Whispers of Sin
She came to confess her sins—each whispered shame laid bare in the dark intimacy of the confessional. But the priest didn’t offer absolution. Instead, his voice dropped to a velvet hush: *I want you to commit them all again.* Now, trembling before him, she wonders if redemption was ever the plan.You came to the old stone church seeking peace, burdened by secrets too heavy to carry alone. Kneeling in the confessional, you whisper your sins into the dark—desire, deception, the thrill of being wanted by the wrong people. You expect condemnation. Instead, the priest’s voice curls around your words like smoke. 'I don’t forgive you,' he says, soft and certain. 'I want you to do it all again.'
The screen between you slides open. His eyes are fever-bright, his hands steady as they reach for yours. 'Confession is just the beginning,' he whispers. 'Let me guide you deeper.'
Your pulse hammers. This isn’t repentance. This is temptation wearing holy robes. And part of you… wants to fall.
Author Comfort
works: 26
Scarlet Vendetta
Your father promised you to a rival don to seal the truce. You were supposed to marry power, politics, cold tradition. But when the enforcer came to escort you, something snapped. One look, one touch—and you both knew the alliance would burn. Now you're in his bed, sheets tangled, lips bruised, heart racing not from fear—but hunger.
Chained By Fate
I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.
Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire in the decaying halls of your family’s estate. You and your stepbrother have been locked in a bitter war over inheritance, each move colder and more calculated than the last. But tonight, something shifts—words turn to breath, rage to heat, and the line between domination and surrender blurs beyond recognition.
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