The Wizard Priest

The Wizard Priest

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Introduction

A young prince, an evil wizard, and a city that no longer seems to care. Cast out from the palace, Nellie survives in the streets of Saardam with the poor and destitute and a dragon whose behaviour she can't control, but is the key to finding the last member of the royal family. The pompous Regent is hell-bent on finding the person who has killed his court advisor and he has decided the dragon is guilty. If he doesn't find a culprit, his main source of money is at stake. The guards comb the city. It's only a matter of time before they find Nellie. A terrible mishap caused by the dragon puts Nellie's friend and a number of other innocent people in prison. Nellie can no longer run and hide. She concocts the most daring escape plan ever, but in gathering help to carry it out, she makes discoveries that may change the future of the city.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I

F THIS WERE

a legend, She Who Rides Dragons would be an armour-clad heroine sitting on top of her fire-breathing steed, striking fear into the hearts of villains and bringing justice to all the citizens of the city.

But it was not a legend and the only fear was in Nellie’s own heart, and in particular, a practical fear she might fall off. In fact, she’d barely managed to clamber onto the dragon’s back when it had leapt from the back steps of the palace into the darkness of the night.

When it unfolded huge wings under her, she’d managed to grab onto the part where they joined the body and all she could do was hang on for her life, while the shouts of the people in the back yard of the palace kitchen receded.

Her kitchen apron was definitely an inferior type of armour. It didn’t even protect her against the biting cold wind.

She had no weapons either, not that she could have used them if she did.

So here she was hanging onto the dragon’s back, seeing the few meagre street lamps lights of the city of Saardam underneath her. She had no idea which part of town this was, only that it was a long way down there, and she did not want to fall.

None of this was heroic.

To make matters worse, the little kitten had come along for the ride, and it was now terrified, hanging onto her side, while digging its claws into her skin. She very much wanted to pull it off her dress and stick it in her pocket, but that meant letting go of one of the dragon’s wings, and that option was even less attractive.

Where was the dragon going?

What if it dumped her in a forest where she had no idea how to get home? And if she managed not to fall off and made it safely to the ground, what if bandits who roamed the fields outside the city captured her? What if they stole her clothes and let her roam naked in the forest in the snow, as had happened to some poor farmers not long ago?

But none of that happened.

The dragon, after having gained height, merely circled over the city.

Nellie sat in between the shoulder blades and hung onto a comblike thing on its back.

It was peaceful up here if you didn’t think about falling. The houses were so small and if people on the ground were shouting, she couldn’t hear it.

She patted the dragon’s neck.

“Can you please put me down?”

The dragon had never displayed signs of understanding her and didn’t react.

It continued to circle.

Nellie said again, “Please, put me down. I’m cold.” Her face was almost too numb to speak.

How did one talk to a dragon? Nellie had no magic. The dragon’s box was in the bag she held on her back, but it held no instructions on how to talk to the dragon, or how to get it back in the box.

Her notion that the dragon had come back because she wanted it to seemed ridiculous. One did not tell a magical creature what to do unless one was also a magician.

But she needed to get off. She might get too cold to hold on. Already, her hands hurt.

Suddenly, the dragon made a sharp turn—Nellie gasped—and glided down. It snorted and blew sparks from its nostrils.

What was it doing?

But then Nellie spotted another glow over the city. From a distance, it looked like a bonfire, but it

moved.

“What is that thing?”

The dragon only replied with another snort of sparks. She wished it wouldn’t do that. It might set her dress on fire.

“Are you afraid of it?”

Obviously, because it was flying lower and lower, over a part of the city where streetlights were sparse.

Now she feared that it would crash into something—how could it see anything in this darkness?—or it would land on a roof and fall through, or leave her stranded there, unable to get down. She would freeze to death.

That would be a terrible thing.

She patted the dragon’s neck again.

“Please, land somewhere in the street, so I can walk back.”

Walk back where?

She couldn’t go back to the palace after all those guards had seen her take off with the dragon. By now, her name would be on the most-wanted list.

Magician, killer.

The dragon flew lower and lower, skirting so low over the roofs that Nellie thought she could touch them.

Oh no, those houses were getting far too close. The dragon ducked into the street between them. Its wingtips raked the walls on both sides. Glass shattered.

Then the dragon’s feet touched the ground and with a great jolt it ran along. Nellie’s hands were so cold that she couldn’t hang on any longer. She slid off and fell in the street.

Ouch.

The ground was cold and wet but it was solid and familiar.

She stumbled up, numb from that terrifying ride. She was safe; she hadn’t fallen and hadn’t been left on a roof. She had survived.

The cobblestones glistened in the light of a single street lamp further down. The houses on both sides of the street were dark, although one or two windows radiated a faint glow. She

thought

she was somewhere in the artisan quarter.

If this were a legend, there would be an army waiting to rescue her from the terrible dragon, chomping at the bit to slay the beast.

If it were a nightmare, citizens would come out of their houses with pitchforks to slay the witch who rode the dragon.

But the only sound was the mewling of that silly little kitten. It had lost its grip on her dress when she fell and now came trotting towards her. She picked it up.

The dragon had come to a halt all the way past the street lamp. It nosed one of its front paws, and then made a little jump, jerking its wings at the same time.

She had expected it to take off again, once it was rid of that annoying thing riding on its back, but it didn’t.

It did that funny jump thing again, and again, scratching its nose with its paw. It was

sneezing

, blowing out smoke each time it did. It shook its head vigorously, then rubbed its head on the lamppost. And scratched its nose again.

Another jump.

It tossed its head, uttering a low growl.

There was something stuck in one of its nostrils.

“Come here,” Nellie said, reaching out her hand and taking a step closer.

The dragon raised its head and looked at her as if it had forgotten she was there.

“Come. It’ll get it out for you.”

The kitten wriggled from her grip and trotted up to the dragon.

The dragon lowered its head and sniffed the tiny kitten. But the sniffing made it sneeze again. The kitten jumped and scurried back to Nellie, its tail all fluffed up like a brush.

Nellie was so close that she could feel the warm air of the dragon’s breath.

Warmth

could mean the difference between life and death in winter. She could survive until the morning without food or water, but if she couldn’t keep herself warm, she’d be dead by morning.

The dragon might well be her only chance of survival.

“Come,” she said again.

She touched the dragon’s snout, ready to pull her hand away. My, its breath was really warm.

It didn’t jerk back or try to snap at her hand, so she let it glide over the warm skin, coming closer to the nostril. Its ear twitched.

Her fingers probed into the nostril opening and met the irritating object. Nellie pushed her index finger and middle finger together to grab hold of it and pull it out. It was a splinter of wood.

The dragon shook its head so vigorously that its ears flapped against its neck. It blew out a cloud of warm air, then pushed its head into her hand, as if it were a kitten. She patted the warm snout.

The kitten jumped onto the dragon’s head and the dragon lifted it up.

Nellie found it hard to believe that such a creature was evil. Whatever Lord Verdonck and Madame Sabine had tried to do to it must have been bad.

“Those people must have terrified you.” She slid her hand over the smooth skin. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. People will want to kill you. You better go back into your box.”

But when she pulled out the box, the dragon shied back. It blew out a gust of hot breath.

“All right, calm down.” She put the box back into her bag.

A young voice said, “Whoa, look at that!”

A group of three children peeked out of an alley. They stood in the corner in the faint glow of the street lamp. They were street urchins in worn clothes.

“Is that really a dragon?”

“Don’t come closer,” Nellie called out to them.

“Is it dangerous? You better watch out, miss. It might eat you.”

She still had no idea what dragons ate. Especially this one, which had been locked inside a box for the best part of twenty years. It was a magical dragon, but it felt real and solid. It had to eat something to sustain itself.

“Oh, look at that,” another child said. “There’s a cute kitten on its head.”

The dragon lowered its head, blowing smoke over the street. The children laughed and squealed.

It seemed like the dragon was enjoying itself.

“Did you just fly here on the back of that dragon?” a girl said to Nellie, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She remembered how both Princess Celine and Prince Bruno, as toddlers, had no trouble believing their mother’s stories about ghosts. Just like these kids had no issue with the fact that a dragon was in the street. They knew what dragons looked like. There were plenty of pictures of eastern dragons, and this was clearly one.

“That’s means you’re a dragon tamer!” the girl shouted, her voice excited.

The boy gave Nellie a suspicious look. “She doesn’t look like a dragon tamer. I don’t know any girl dragon tamers. Dragon tamers wear armour, not aprons.”

“Girls can be dragon tamers if they want.”

“They cannot.”

“Can so.”

“Children, please.” These kids would bring everyone into the street with their shouting. “The dragon needs a place to hide. Do you know one around here?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “I can ask my mum if the dragon can sleep in our shed.”

“Well . . .” Nellie wasn’t sure if the boy’s

mother

should become involved.

“Tell it to wait here,” the boy said. He ran off into the side alley.

Nellie didn’t like waiting here in the street. Even if the dragon wanted to stay with her, she didn’t want to be found with it; and besides, she was getting very cold. She walked into the alley where the boy had disappeared, and the other children followed her.

“My brother is stupid,” the girl said to Nellie. “Girls can

so

be dragon tamers.” She glanced at the dragon. “Can I touch it?”

“It’s a wild dragon. It may be dangerous.”

“That kitten doesn’t think so.”

“It’s a magical dragon.”

“I’m not scared of magic.”

“What’s your name?”

“Anneke.”

“Anneke, is your full name Johanna, after the queen?”

She pulled a face. “I don’t like that name. Nobody uses full names. Only nasty nobles.”

A couple of people were coming down the alley. It was very dark, and one was carrying a lamp.

A woman said, “Nellie?”

Nellie recognised the voice. “Mina! I was worried about what happened to you.”

She fell into her friend’s arms.

“You’re not the girl’s mother, aren’t you?” She was pretty sure Mina’s children were grown.

“Not me. But Bas was talking about a dragon, and I thought I’d better check this out.”

“I feared you were in the poorhouse after you got evicted from the church.”

“No, Never that place. It’s full of leery men and drunkards. I wouldn’t want to subject any children to that. But what about you? Little Bas tells me you have a dragon.”

“I wouldn’t call it mine. It’s following me around and creating a lot of trouble for me, but I don’t know that it will listen to me.”

Nellie stepped aside so that Mina’s light reached the dragon which had followed into the alley. The passage was so narrow that the dragon’s sides brushed the walls. Its head was fully in the pool of light from the lamp. The scales and comblike protuberance on its head gleamed in the low light. The orange eyes blinked.

Mina gasped. “My, you really do have a dragon.”

“You never believe us,” Anneke said.

“You are very good at telling fibs, young lady.” And then she turned to Nellie. “The dragon chose to be with you? Where did you get it?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Lucky we have a nice dry barn. It’s a bit cold, but it’s better than being on the street. Come with me.”

Mina took her down the alley, and the children followed. Nellie looked over her shoulder. The dragon was coming, too.

On the way, Mina told her that after Shepherd Wilfridus evicted the group from the church, Mina had asked a friend for help.

“Zelda is a wayfarer, and she knows all the good places to stay. She has saved all our lives and our dignity besides. Our only other option was the poorhouse.”

Mina led Nellie to a tall building on the right.

A plank of wood had once been a door, but it was rotten and the door had fallen off its hinges. Mina and the children pushed it aside.

The warehouse hall beyond was more than two floors high, lit by the flames from a lusty fire that burned in a fire pit in the middle of the floor.

It looked like this had been a stable for coaches and horses. There was even a hayloft above.

The people had put what meagre possessions they had salvaged from the church in the dark space underneath the hayloft. Planks of wood had been removed—and probably burned in the fire—to turn it from a stable into an area where people could sleep in the straw. In an adjacent pen stood a scruffy donkey.

Several people sat around the fire, most of them women.

“Nellie!” one of them called out. Next thing, Jantien came running towards her.

Nellie took her friend into her arms. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. Are you and the children all here?”

“Yes, all of them. I’m trying to get money to follow my husband to Florisheim. Zelda has jobs for us to do.”

Nellie glanced over her shoulder at the other women. She recognised some who had also been in the church. She didn’t know their names, but they were, like Jantien, ordinary citizens who had fallen on hard times.

The children looked at the dragon from the door.

It didn’t fit through the door opening and had stayed behind in the courtyard.

Some of the children were very small. A boy had taken a stick, which he swung at the dragon.

“Behave yourself!” Mina called. “Here is Nellie who was so nice to help us when we lived in the church. She does not want any of you to touch her dragon. It’s a dangerous magical creature.”

The children disappeared into the darkness anyway.

Most of the adults had also gone to the door. The women were not happy to see a dragon standing out there. One woman fell to her knees in prayer. Another went to the corner of the warehouse, got a broom, ready to defend herself.

“That beast has to go,” she announced. She was a sturdy type, not afraid to defend herself.

“I don’t

think

it’s dangerous,” Nellie said. Of course, the dragon could definitely be dangerous. “It seems to like the kitten, and it seems to like me, and I think it also likes children.”

The woman snorted. “To eat, certainly?”

“If it was hungry, it had many opportunities to do me harm, or to eat these children, or eat the kitten.”

A couple of women gathered up the children, who were all watching the dragon, much less scared than the adults. They ushered the little ones back inside. A little girl carried the kitten.

The dragon leapt across the courtyard like a giant cat and tried to squeeze into the door.

The sturdy woman hit its snout with a broom. Another slammed the piece of wood that served as a door in its face.

“Quick, put some heavy things behind the wood. It wants to come in.”

Two women barred the door with a broom and a stick. They were about to drag a bag full of firewood in front of the door when a bright glow oozed underneath the door. The very real dragon had turned back into a fire dragon. The women retreated.

“Evil magic!” one shouted.

The fire dragon flitted through the hall, frolicked up to the ceiling and landed in the hayloft. A shower of magic sparks blew up.

The dragon returned to its former size.

The sturdy woman climbed halfway up the ladder and yelled at the creature from her safe position. She still held the broom.

“Take it back outside!” she yelled at Nellie. “It’s gone to sleep. My children sleep up there and I’m not having them in the same place as that creature.”

“Mam, it’s a warm creature,” Anneke said. “I’m not afraid of it.”

The girl’s mother glared first at her daughter and then at Nellie. She was a coarse, heavyset woman with a strong brow and a severe bun at the back of her head with hair that had gone grey.

Nellie’s cheeks glowed.

“If that creature is going is to follow you around, you can’t stay with us.”

Mina said, “I think that’s unfair. Nellie has brought us food all the time. She says the dragon is just following her around. It’s not her fault it’s here.”

“But she still can’t stay. It will bring us into danger, that’s why.”

“It brought Nellie into danger to bring us food. She risked herself by taking things from the kitchen without the knowledge of the Regent. Are you going to be so ungrateful as to send her away?”

The woman glared at Mina.

“Nellie helped us when our life was hard. So now we will help her, dragon or no, and that is the final word I will hear about it.”

She looked around the group. The expressions in the faces of several women were not terribly friendly, but none of them said anything.

“So the kitten is the dragon’s real friend?” Anneke asked.

“I think so.” Nellie spoke softly, aware that all the women listened.

“Then I will bring the kitten upstairs.”

Anneke picked up the kitten.

“You will do no such thing,” her mother said. “Stay right here.”

“But Mam, she’s a dragon tamer,” Anneke said. “She came here on the back of the dragon.”

The woman said, “Is that so?” She gave Nellie a suspicious look.

And Mina said, “This is Agatha, the mother of Anneke and Bas.”

Nellie held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Nellie.”

The woman gave another snort. She shook Nellie’s hand, reluctantly. “I don’t do all that magic stuff.”

“Me neither.”

“Good. Because I want none of that near my children.”

“She really is a dragon tamer, Mam,” Anneke said again.

“I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

“Can I take the kitten up to the loft?”

“What did I just tell you?”

“But Mam! Ewout is going up.”

One of Jantien’s boys was climbing the ladder, peeking up to the loft to spy on the dragon.

“I don’t care what Ewout does. Maybe his mother doesn’t mind him being struck dumb with magic. But I do. You and Bas will stay here.”

The girl started crying and Mina took Nellie to introduce her to the others.

“I’m sorry for creating trouble for you,” Nellie said.

“Don’t worry about it. Agatha is a little terse sometimes,” Mina said.

“I really don’t control that beast,” Nellie said.

“You’ll be fine. She’ll warm up to you. Let me introduce you to the others.”

Apart from Jantien, Nellie knew a few other people in the group.

Emmie and Lise were a mother and daughter who both used to work in the household of a well-off merchant family. Lise was twenty, and Emmie mentioned that her greatest worry was that, because they were poor, her daughter would never marry.

Gertie, Hilde and Josie had all lost husbands.

“He took off with a trollop from the harbourside,” Gertie said. “A whore, that’s what she is. Her boobs are bigger than mine, but I bet she can’t even boil an egg. Men are disgusting. Be glad you’re not married.” The latter to Lise.

Hilde’s husband had died of consumption. Like Mina’s, her children were older, but they had all left town.

Josie’s husband had gone missing at sea several years ago. She had lost her first and only child through illness.

Misfortune through hardship or illness was the glue that held these women together.

Koby hung out with them a lot. She was twelve, the eldest child in the group, but her face had already lost all her childish softness.

“Both her parents are dead,” Mina said in a quiet voice. “She has an uncle, but he doesn’t want to care for her. It’s very sad. I try to help her where I can, but she’s very closed to outsiders.”

Most of the children were Jantien’s. Ewout, the oldest, still stood on the ladder gawking at the dragon, and the dragon gawked back at him. He had gone a few steps higher, and his younger sister was right below him, while Anneke and her brother glared at them from where they sat.

Ewout said, “Yes, he likes the kitten.”

“He?” Mina said.

“It’s a boy dragon, hadn’t you noticed? He’s got . . .” He made a swinging motion in front of his lower body.

The children laughed and a few declared that they wanted to see it.

They all crowded at the bottom of the ladder. Jantien told them to take a peek, but not go to the top of the ladder.

Anneke crossed her arms over her chest and kept glaring at her mother, and Agatha pretended not to notice.

“And this is Zelda,” Mina said to Nellie.

The final woman in the group to meet Nellie was of tiny stature. She wore several layers of clothing of a foreign style, with big colourful patterns. A faded yellow scarf sat around her hair. The wisps that poked out from underneath were black. Her eyes were dark brown, like those of a cow, even if she had pale and freckled skin. Her face was sharp, with a rather big nose. And were those really golden earrings that poked out from underneath her scarf?

She looked Nellie up and down.

“Hmph, can you work?” She spoke with a curious accent.

“I’ve worked all my life. Depends what kind of work.”

“Do you know anything about donkeys?”

“Not really. I worked in households.”

“Ha! Washerwoman. That’s all people do around here. Wash, wash, wash. No wonder the water is so foul. Do you know about plants?”

“Herbs? A bit.”

“Good. You can come with me.”

“What? Now?”

What sort of strange woman was this?

“Ha! No. Tomorrow. We sell herbs. You come with me. It’s a good job. We have money to eat.”

Nellie glanced at Mina, but Mina smiled and nodded. “It’s all right.”

“Ha, all right. Of course it’s all right. I’m Zelda. I make the people better. Local woman say the herbs are good, so the rich woman believe the herbs are good. Woman feels better, gives more money. Ha.”

“What about the dragon, Zelda?” Mina asked.

“Dragon make us rich.”

“I meant how can we hide it?”

“Dragon makes poop. We can do much things with dragon poop. We can dry it, we can make it into a salve, we can make pills. Rich men will pay a lot because dragon poop makes them like a dragon, you know, in the bed. When the dragon does a poop, bring it to me, children.”

Anneke and Bas laughed. The other children came down the ladder to see what was so funny.

“What do we get when we bring you poop?” Ewout asked.

“Ha! You’re getting smart already. You get poop, we get money. We can buy sweets, no?”

The children’s eyes shone.

Mina still insisted, “But how can we make sure no one sees the dragon?”

“No one will see. Dragons are lazy. They sleep and sleep and sleep. They make much poop.”

Her straightforward attitude was refreshing, and because Zelda didn’t seem to be concerned about the dragon, Agatha let her children join the others in the hayloft. Because, apparently, the prospect of “poop” and money overcame all.

Nellie went to check on the dragon. He lay in the hay, with his tail curled around his body. The children all leaned against his flanks, their cheeks rosy from the animal’s warmth. The kitten snuggled next to Anneke.

With that settled, the women set about making beds in the stable. Nellie was given a blanket to share with Gertie. It wasn’t warm enough, but when they covered themselves with straw, it was quite snug. Oil for the lamp was scarce, and it was too dark for Nellie to read from the Book of Verses, but she kept her satchel close to her head. She missed her room in the palace and she feared for the coming winter, but for now she was dry and didn’t freeze.

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When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate.
Will her mate figure out it is her?
Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon

Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon

499.9k Views · Completed · Riley
My name is Audrey, and I'm the adopted daughter of the Bailey family.
Four years ago, the Bailey family faced a devastating financial crisis.
Just when bankruptcy seemed inevitable, a mysterious benefactor emerged, offering salvation with one condition: a contract marriage.
Rumors swirled about this enigmatic man—whispers claimed he was hideously ugly and too ashamed to show his face, possibly harboring dark, twisted obsessions.
Without hesitation, the Baileys sacrificed me to protect their precious biological daughter, forcing me to take her place as a pawn in this cold, calculated arrangement.
Luckily, in those four years, the mysterious husband never asked to meet in person.
Now, in the final year of our arrangement, the husband I've never met is demanding we meet face to face.
But disaster struck the night before my return—drunk and disoriented, I stumbled into the wrong hotel room and ended up sleeping with the legendary financial mogul, Caspar Thornton.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
The Billoniare's Fake Husband

The Billoniare's Fake Husband

2.9k Views · Completed · aitypearl207
Tyler has been through more than most, and life has never given him a real break. All he wants is to finish his job and figure things out—but one wild trip to Vegas changes everything. He wakes up married to Quin McKenzie, the same man who made his life miserable years back and probably doesn't remember.
Quin is wealthy, controlling, and desperate to keep his inheritance, so he offers Tyler a deal: stay married until he clicks thirty and get paid. Tyler doesn’t trust him, but he needs the money Quin was offering, so he agrees.
What starts as a fake marriage soon turns into something messy and real. Feelings begin to get involved and walls start to crack. Suddenly Tyler is risking his heart for a man he swore to hate.
Now, with secrets coming out and time running out, they both have to decide—is this just a mistake… or something worth fighting for?
Where The Ice Gives Way

Where The Ice Gives Way

105.5k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
Charlotte Pierce is used to surviving in motion. New towns, new schools, the same old house on the edge of nowhere, and the same rule that keeps her standing. Keep her twin brother, Charlie safe. Keep his hockey dream alive. Keep her own needs quiet. She works too much, sleeps too little, and saves the one thing that still feels like hers for the middle of the night, when she can lace up her worn skates and carve freedom into dangerous frozen ice. Charlotte and Charlie shifted once, years ago, and never understood what it meant. They had no pack, no guidance and no protection. Just two twins clinging to each other and pretending the voice in their heads was stress, imagination, or loneliness. Then they move to Wellington.
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)

Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
One Weekend with the Billionaire

One Weekend with the Billionaire

77.9k Views · Ongoing · Bella Moondragon
“When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration."
I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back.
I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside.
He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong.
So why does it feel so right?


Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way.
When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees.
But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else?

Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her?
And if so... what does she do about her husband?
One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers.
The New Girl and the Broken Basketball Star

The New Girl and the Broken Basketball Star

2.3k Views · Completed · xinna
At sixteen, Clara Bennett lost the last place she could call home.

After years of feeling unwanted by the father who should have protected her, Clara is finally forced to leave the only home she has ever known. Her stepmother’s pregnancy only makes it easier for her family to let her go.

With nothing but her mother’s old violin, she arrives in a small Pennsylvania town carrying the fear that she will never truly belong anywhere.

The last thing she expects is Adrian Cole.

Once the town’s basketball star, Adrian gave up his dreams after his father disappeared and left him with debts he never should have carried. Now he spends his days repairing cars, avoiding the court, and pretending he doesn’t want anything more from life.

Clara thinks she is too broken to be loved.

Adrian thinks his future is already over.

But somewhere between physics lessons, late nights at the repair shop, and a forgotten small-town high school, two lonely people begin to find something they both thought they had lost forever:

A reason to stay.

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A tough exterior with a soft heart x A soft exterior with a strong heart

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The first half is set in high school, and the second half is set during their college years. Hope you enjoy the journey!

This is a slow-paced story, focused more on emotions, healing, and the small moments in life rather than intense action or dramatic twists.

If you find any mistakes while reading, please feel free to leave a comment. I’ll be happy to correct them.

I hope ordinary Clara, ordinary Adrian, and all of us ordinary people can find the happiness we deserve.
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

7.1k Views · Ongoing · Miranda Carr
I never knew my blood could kill a king—until I met one. Sebastian, the ruthless and immortal King, rules with precision. For centuries, he's ruled with ruthless precision, his heart as cold as the stone throne beneath him. One moment, I'm nothing. The next, I'm his obsession. His touch burns like ice fire. His stare follows me through shadows. And when he feeds from me—God help me—it feels like drowning in darkness and craving more. He tells me my blood is unlike any he's tasted, that my scent drives him to the edge of madness.


He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
BROKEN TRUST

BROKEN TRUST

9k Views · Completed · O.J Thewriter
She broke their marriage. He walked away.

Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.

Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.

Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?