CRIMSON SILK & STOLEN HEARTS
I used to trade nights for cash, my body a currency in a world that never valued me. Then Alex walked into my life—steady, kind, real. For the first time, I wanted more than survival. But the past doesn’t let go easily. The people I owe are coming, and now they want to use him against me. I have to choose: run and lose everything we’ve built, fight and risk it all, or surrender and become their pawn again.My hands won’t stop shaking as I stare at the burner phone on the bathroom sink. The message is simple: ‘Midnight. Docks. Come alone—or he finds out everything.’
I splash water on my face, avoiding my reflection. Alex is making dinner downstairs, humming that stupid song he knows I hate. He thinks I’m just stressed. He doesn’t know I used to belong to men like Victor. Men who own secrets—and bodies.
A knock at the door makes me jump. “Sandra? You okay?” His voice is soft, so damn pure.
I swallow hard. “Yeah,” I say. “Just… need a minute.”
But I don’t have a minute. And if I don’t go tonight, Victor will make sure Alex sees the videos. The ones of me before him. Before hope.
King Patrick
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JANE'S SEX LIFE
I was twelve when he first touched me. Not a father, not a protector—just a predator in a uniform. I told my aunt. I begged her to believe me. She looked at me like I was the one who broke her marriage. They sent me away like I was trash. Now I’m twenty-two, living in London, surviving on the edge of pleasure and pain. Men want to love me. I let them inside—but never close enough to hurt me again. My body remembers what my mind tries to forget.
MORE THAN 50 SHADES
I never counted the women—there were too many, too many cities, too many names whispered in the dark. From Lisbon to Kyoto, I left behind passion, promises, and perfume-stained sheets. But Maggie… she was different. The moment her husband found out, my life became a countdown. Now she’s standing beside me at the Gare du Nord, breathless, holding a one-way ticket and a secret worth killing for. They’re still hunting me. And if we’re caught, neither of us will survive.
THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
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