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V: A Mysterious Dom with a Big Heart

I had met V online. His profile pic was not much to write home about, if not a tad mysterious. I guess that is what drew me to him. The mysteriousness of his kink profile. As I was browsing the site, I stumbled upon him. His profile photo was just all black with nothing on it. That probably would have made someone worry, but not me. It intrigued me, pulled me in, ravished me, and made me beg for more. I found myself wanting to know more about him besides the little information that he gave on his profile. The only thing that was really listed was a simple poetic line, which made me even more curious. I felt like Alice, wondering what other secrets I could unlock about this mysterious person. Warnings: Sexual Content, Hardcore BDSM, Humiliation, Watersports, Piercing. Age Suggestion: 18+ V: A Mysterious Dom with a Big Heart is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Being The Alpha Don's Lover

Once Giselle Thompson waltzes into the city of New York in search of a new life, unexpectedly she is thrust into another world. A world of chaos that makes her gain more than she bargained for once she catches the eye of Zeus Walsh, the Alpha of the largest pack in North America and leader of the mafia. Throwing all caution aside, she feels an instant pull towards the werewolf, who proves to be more than meets the eye. With an intense attraction too powerful to ignore it’s in their aim for love when family secrets and lies are exposed. It’s quite a risk for a human and werewolf to come together as one but will their mate bond be strong enough to survive the dangers coming their way? *** The second I opened the bathroom door and met golden orbs shining in the dark hall I genuinely felt trapped. Suddenly the space felt a lot smaller with him mere inches away. I found my body operating on its own accord the second he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards me till my back touched the wall. Staring up at him, I was meek unable to speak, “You don’t ever say shit like that and think you can just walk away,” he growled, the sound although usually associated with anger in this situation I knew it was different. I hadn’t been blind to the glances he passed my way since the exhibit and all throughout dinner such that whenever I reflect upon that time in the hallway where we were hidden away I couldn’t help but chastise myself for poking the beast and expecting not to get scathed. He bent his head down when he noticed my silence taking it as a sign to plunge head first into the pool of impurity when his head dipped between my shoulder and neck grazing the flesh with his teeth. Taking a whiff of my essence he groaned, “Your arousal is fucking killing me, love.” I reached up tracing the fabric of his shirt as the tingles intensified upset that this barrier separated me from touching his skin such that I wound up gripping it in response to the feel of his rough hands settling on my hips. At this point my breaths came out short, the air fumbling within my lungs the second his teeth nipped my earlobe whilst he pressed his body even more against mine. “Boss…?” a low voice muttered into the abyss reaching us to make the man himself stiffen and lift up his head taking his warmth with him whilst keeping me close. He scowled eyeing the poor victim, taking a peak over his shoulder expecting to find Leo or Daniel; I instead saw the face of another man whom I had never seen before look nervously between us. “What?!” he barked tightening his hold on me when I attempted to remove his hands feeling a bit conscious and unwilling to draw attention to our rather questionable position but unlike me, Zeus didn’t give a damn. “We have a situation,” he replied keeping his eyes focused on the ground. He scurried away once he was dismissed; he sighed in frustration blinking a few times to calm himself down and reached out to run a hand gently through his hair. It was strange seeing him do it when seconds ago I was close to running my hand through the loose strands but questions began flying inside at what the situation was. He looked back down at me, his tongue poking out to lick his lower lip stirring a side to me that was slowly gaining a voice and identity of its own. Looking away feeling flushed I felt his fingers on my throat denying the chance I needed to breathe, “I have to go,” he whispered rubbing gentle circles as his eyes bore into mine, tearing down my armor and dismantling the chains with a statement that left me feeling like jelly whilst a stream formed between my thighs making me forget what situation needed to be handled when he whispered, “Make no mistake my little gazelle, I will eat you…”

The One She Needed

Her smirk tempts all to spend a single Night or more inside Her continent. To take Pleasure in Her tunnels soaked with honey and milk. Rolling off the tongue, Her taste is sought after, As ships from far and wide come to soak in Her juices that are unique. She has no curse Between Her thighs, only redemption that frees me from chains that weigh me down. And thus I confess she is the one I always needed... His voice sounded so delicate, entrancing the simplicity of desire in me, I died then and there in his palms. This boy has me and fighting it for as long I could this attraction won, I lost and losing has never felt so right. I'm a good girl Really I am So why don't I mind being bad for him? His hands seek refuge under my dress, evoking an involuntary gasp out of my lips as his tongue moved from my earlobe to the scope of my neck leaving a sinful trail. My arms held him as close to my body as it experienced electrical surges as my wetness trailed down my quivering thighs currently wrapped around his waist. His lips found mine, his tongue probing mine to only feel as it lavishly caressed parts of my soul I never knew existed. The groan that fell from his lips, vibrated the space in between, as he pushed me further up the wall with his hips. * * * Raquel never felt satisfied with the texture of her relationship. What happens when an awkward situation turns into a collision of two hearts never anticipating the feel of love to envelop them? Yes- he was younger than her and he was her opposite in every sense of the word with his ivory to her dark skin. Although they face judgement and ridicule from all angles, the desires pumping through their veins are too strong to simply fade away. Thus will they beat the odds?

The One after my Heart

[Novel contains MATURE CONTENT] "Are you here to kill me?" she asked, slowly stepping backwards as she felt her heart pounding wildly against her chest. "It seems that way", came the reply from the figure in black, standing across her, blending into the shadows of her room tonight. Her back soon went against the wall behind her with no more room to manoeuvre. She knew she was no match for him, and resisting was futile; hence she gave up with a bitter smile. She decided to face the inevitable, thinking might as well die with some pride like some sort of poetic gesture. "Alright, let's get it over with then. Make it quick please", she said, looking into those captivating ice-blue eyes of his. She then slightly turned her face away, closing her eyes as she held her breath nervously. "Tell me something", came his demonic lazy seductive voice and she sensed him close in the distance between them. Her eyebrows winced slightly as she felt his touch and opened her eyes to see him raise her chin facing towards him. That devilish attractive face of his wore a teasing smile and was barely a few inches away from her own as she felt his cool breath brush against her own face. The space between them was so close that she could almost feel the warmth of his body since there were barely a few inches of distance between them. Her heart couldn't help but start beating wildly as she felt his fingers caress her cheek and then warmly cup her face his right palm. With his right thumb, he idly brushed her lips taking his sweet time as though he were appreciating its texture and was memorising its curves, and then he slowly said, "If I spare your life…...will you give me your heart?" She looked into those mesmerising ice-cool eyes of his that were now busy gazing at her cherry like lips. But then, at the next instant, she saw his eyes slowly look up into hers and noticed his pupils slowly turn into a hypnotizingly blood-red colour. And then she heard his words murmur like a devil's whisper as his lips approached her own soft one's, "And if I give you my heart, will you give me ......your soul?" ***** Synopsis: Meet Kyra Walker! New Yorker. Orphan and a survivor at heart. Foxy and charming in her own way. A gorgeous independent young woman with dreams and plans of her own, as she tries to make a place for herself in the world. But everything is suddenly turned upside down when Kyra gets knocked out one night on New year's eve and wakes up to find herself in a whole new different place! As Kyra finds herself lost in a whole new chaotic world with her life under threat constantly, not to mention being pursued by a mysterious handsome man as she tries to escape from his devilish self and possessive clutches; Kyra must somehow find her way back home. The only question is- How?! And will she be able to? ***** What you will find within: Badass MC's along with unique side-characters, Romance, Action, a solid unique plot, Comedy, mystery, and of course lots of entertainment! The starting few chapters might seem a little slow and over-detailed to a few, so I hope you will bear with it, since the pace does speed up eventually. ***** Join me on: Instagram- author_jun Discord server- (coming soon) ***** Original work. Contracted to Webnovel exclusively. Please do not copy and post on other malicious fraudulent websites. The credits to the cover solely belongs to the rightful owner. Stay safe, stay healthy! Happy Reading!

Poetic Codal

I wrote this book out of my curiosity and my fathom about the holiness of everything whether it's seen or unseen. I want to write a piece that can enlighten people's perspectives. The fruits of this book is randomly made personally by me. Whatsoever is on my mind I will lash it in this wonderful platform. So bear with me and if you don't like it skip it. Very Simple. If you don't agree about my personal point of view then shoo! But if you really want to read it then go. Respect people's POV this is mine and if you have yours well then go get a platform yourself and write your own. I will start with this phrases.This is a work of Fiction. Holy Code simply means enlightenment of some of the wonders in this world and how amazing God, and how wonderful his footsteps is. The book also tackles about the kind of living we have in this world the good habits and the bad. But overall, He really gives me hope to live in this world and to do good things and writing this pieces will be my fortress giving all my passion to this work will make me happy and to all of you that will read my works I hope that some of you will get learnings or a bit of enlightenment. I will live you this kind words before I end this Synopsis and turned the page into the Disclaimer part. Remember always that God has plans to every one of us don't insist yourself in every track there is always a perfect time for you, just they said don't settle for the instants of life, when God is leading us to the blessings that will last. Ps. This book contains many pre verse poetry, narrative poetry, a normal verse of prose and lastly, double poetry it could have two meanings or that could be understood in two different ways or more.

Poetic Works

Poetic Works is a lyrical novel told through richly descriptive vignettes. Each chapter forms a self-contained story of magical fantasy, presenting people, places and objects through poetic language and vivid sensory images. Imaginative dialogues of authentic and realistic speech bring the fantastical scenes to life. The poetic nature of the writing aims to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, evoking wonder through metaphor, alliteration and other literary devices. Metrical poems end each chapter, providing lyrical throughlines that connect the disparate magical scenarios into an overarching aesthetic whole. The novel embraces wonder, imagination and creative expression through its descriptive transformation of reality into fantasy. Readers are invited into a magical world of poetic language, vivid imagery and poignant insight, celebrating the magic of description itself.

Poetic Drabbles

Once, there was a high school student, who decided to share the short stories she wrote as an assignment for English class. Will her short stories be liked by people? Let's find out.

Poetic starlight

it's a collection of write-ups and poems.

A Poetic Fallacy

To you, as a reader, What is true Horror? Do you feel any authentic, 'real' fear when watching or reading a frightening moment? No matter how well an author paints a vivid image in your imagination, You will always be protected by the abysmal veil of being 'just an observer'. No matter how fast you run away from a dark room to under the cover of your blanket. No matter how 'afraid' you are , you will always remind yourself that the scary movie you have watched or the scary book you have just read are all just make-believe, a part of your imagination, 'FAKE'. No matter how 'immersed' you are, you will always know, in the depths of your psyche and the very crevices of your mind that it was all , just 'fake'. So. What happens when you tear down that wall between you and your imagination. When you RIP off that veil of protection? When you step into the role of the protagonist, will you bask in the adrenaline born from the desire to survive? Or will you succumb to the very weight of your cowardice and disappear into nothing but only a lost and found poster, the subject of a police investigation or just a grief filled albeit fleeting memory?

Poetic Rizz

For the time may come when you need to rizz up someone, this is the place to be

A poetic dream

My Poetic Pain

This is my collection of deep dark poems. This is also on wattpad, hence the differing name on the cover. Do what you will with that info. EVERYTHING here is owned by me and only me. You steal my stuff, and I'm chopping your throat.

The Choice of Us

After a loss that crumbles Tiana’s world, it seemed her path was set on being haunted with a perpetual darkness for the tragedy she’s faced. It seemed nothing other than the sudden ache inside her to seek justice for others would appease her. And it seemed nothing would chase away the challenges facing her family but when an unexpected stranger appears carrying a story of their own proving to be more than meets the eye Tiana is faced with another challenge that has her questioning the very walls she built. In the end we all have a choice. A decision to make that determines which way the clock ticks as time unravels till the very day we take our last breath. For Tiana, whether she'll allow the man into her space to not only love but dismantle her fears and finally provide some ounce of light onto her path is truly the choice she'll have to make.

Poetic Prince

Poems for Poetic People

These are all deep and meaningful poems that randomly come to my mind. Each poem foreshadows a greater meaning within. -------------------------------------------------- Under Public Domain. Feel free to use them, but do reference my name. -------------------------------------------------- Schedule: Undecided (random uploads) Chapter Length: Around 50 words per poem. -------------------------------------------------- Join discord: https://discord.gg/PjmBUn2 -------------------------------------------------- Support the Author: XXX (Not available atm)

The Poetic Life of Hers

Disclaimer: ALL CHAPTERS ARE UNDER REVISION. A/N: Good day, I cannot update 'The Poetic Life of Hers' for now because I accidentally deleted my drafts in my laptop and it cannot be recovered. I am trying to rewrite again and update soon. Thank you for the 1.52k views! I appreciate y'all. Love you xo

Poetic Dream Lover

Everything is, but, a dream. Keep it short and sweet. Interesting, but boring. Just a dream, dream, dream...

The Poetic Love Revival

THE POETIC STORY OF PAPER BAG GIRL

A quiet girl wearing paper bag named Niho koeda, who writes a poetic story about the bestfriend she loves. Ericka may

A Poetic Journey: Reflections on Life, Love, and Learning

The importance of life lessons that we learn through our experiences mentions several valuable lessons such as patience, adaptability, forgiveness, honesty, and perseverance. The significance of taking risks and embracing change and failure, as they can lead to personal growth and development. Ultimately, life lessons help us become better versions of ourselves, allowing us to live more fulfilling and meaningful lives while building stronger relationships with others.