In a post-apocalyptic world, Amni is a warrior, and in her state, a hero and worshipped for what she has done to save the world. But when she meets the man that she falls in love with, she must choose from still being the hero that everyone looks to and depends on to save the world, or if she has to give that up just to be with him.
I gasp myself back to life. Pulling myself ashore from the lake, I grow weak and lay halfway in the water. The trees and leaves blow around me and I shiver at the feeling. How am I still alive?
I struggle to reach up and pull myself the rest of the way out of the water. Looking around me it is green and lush around the lake, with mountains in the distance. Trying not to focus on the pain, I force myself to sit up. Fuck, I hurt so bad, I think to myself. Looking down at myself, I'm bleeding from my side and left leg. As I lift my shirt, I find good-sized cut against my ribs. 'That's not good,' I thought to myself as I relook at my leg. I then realize that my knife was out of its holster and my own knife had impaled me. Preparing myself and clenching a rag in my teeth, I grip the handle and pull it out. A muffled scream left my lips as I breathed heavily into the pain.
I take my backpack off and look in it for something to wrap my wounds with. After shuffling through it, I had come to realize that all that I had left were rags for bandaging. I should have known better, given that was out on this adventure alone this time. I carefully wrap my leg with the little material that I had. It bled through the fabric almost instantly, but I didn't have a choice for much else. I had to focus on finding shelter soon.
After I bandaged up and was able to withstand the pain, I slowly got up to my feet. I soon came to remember that I had no idea where I was or how I got here. Did I hit my head that fucking bad? I take another good look around me to figure out where I was. A forest with deep and luscious greens surrounded the lake. The mountains weren't as far as I thought from the first glance, they were right across the lake. Heavy smoke rose over the mountains, like something was burning from a distance. I don't remember ever being to a place like this. Where is all the dead earth and the scorched buildings? What happened to the gated and barricaded towns of people in the deserted areas? Something was off.
I began to limp my way around the parameter of the lake, clenching my side in pain. Eventually, I collapsed to my knees in pain, as I let out a pained grunt. I realize then that I shouldn't have come on this damn adventure on my own. I felt weak for once, in a very long time.
A sudden roar in the distance drew me away from my thoughts. I looked around frantically, trying to find somewhere to hide, just in case. Footsteps from behind me caught my attention. I turn around quickly, and that's when I see it face to face. It was tall and skinny; you could see every bone in its body. Its hands were nothing, but razor-sharp claws and its face resembled something of a dragon. The creature snarled at me. Before I could even gasp air, it lifted is arm and swung at me with a slash.
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I jolted up and looked around, panicked. My blankets flung off me and onto the floor from me raising up from what I worry of it being a dream or not. Please, tell me that was a dream, I think to myself as I look around. My window let in a small breeze that let the torn and rugged cloth that covered it sway. It was still dark out. My dresser was across the room from me with my broken mirror on the top and the closet was next to it, full of my weapons. I looked to the floor and saw that my torn-up rug and steel floors were still there as well.
I let out a sigh of relief. What kind of dream was that? Whatever it was, it scared me, and not much can do that anymore. Especially in a world like this. I rubbed my face and decided to get up and grab my blanket from the floor. The steel was cool and sent a shiver through my body, that's when I realized that I was naked. I looked around to see if I had left my clothes on the floor. Once I found them, I quickly put on my holey tank top and my underwear as I tossed my blanket back on the bed. That's when my door opened.
"Hey, baby." A woman said to me as she leaned against the frame of the door. She was completely naked as well. Fuck, that dream fucked me up so much that I forgot that I had a woman over. "You're dressed already?" She started to walk over to me. I looked down and saw that I had her top on, not mine. Fuck, I was really out of it.
"Sorry," I sigh, sheepishly. " I fell asleep and spaced that I had company over." She grabs ahold of my dreads and pulled me in for a kiss. She deepens it as she begins to pull the shirt off my shoulders.
"You promised me another round once you woke up, Amni." She says to me, biting my lip. I let out a small moan and give in. It's a night off my mission and I forgot that I was having myself some fun. I begin to run my fingers down her front until I reach her clit. Damn, she was wet, and I wasn't stopping myself.
" I always keep my promises, baby." I exclaimed as I push her down onto the bed. She lets out a small giggle and I become the one in charge. I begin to kiss down her stomach until I reach her folds and taste how wet she is, and she is dripping. I lick up what I can before I move up to her clit and suck and lick it as she squirms. Inserting a finger, I finally hear her cumming as I keep going on her and I make sure that she cums a couple more times before I give her a break.
I climb onto the bed next to her and lay down. After she rests for a minute, she begins to suck on my breasts and looks up at me.
"Now it's my turn to do the same to you." She says as she winks and begins to slowly make her way down.
Quinn Astor, the daughted of the Astor family, is forced into an arranged marriage because of her greedy, money loving mother, and her drunken, self-loathing father. As part of a noble, rich family, it is "normal." Jake Lannister is the last person that any family wants to marry, but in order to make the deal between the families, Quinn must marry him. He was a lowlife, or so they say. However, Jake has his own secrets.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]