Novels by MM de Wet

“The Love Self Esteem Project,” Oliver repeats, testing the words. “It is a bold move. It would certainly differentiate us from the usual high-glamour, retouch heavy campaigns our competitors are running.” He taps his fingers rhythmically against the countertop, a habit he falls into when he is processing a new strategy. “It would require a completely overhaul of our visual direction. We would need to move away from perfectionism and focus on authenticity. That means no heavy airbrushing, real skin textures, diverse casting– the whole works.” He looks at Harper, his eyes sharp with interest. “It is a significant pivot for our brand identity. It would be a massive undertaking, but the PR benefits could be enormous of we execute it correctly.”“And it could significantly decrease the spending,” Harper added confidently. Oliver’s eyebrows shoot up, and he leans forward, his interest piqued by the financial a

“I was making you breakfast. Eggs and toast? Or do you want something heavier? You look like you could use a large cup of coffee,” Oliver tilts his head, studying Harper’s face to gauge how much energy she actually has this morning. “I slept amazingly,” she said and leans up to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Coffee sounds amazing. So does your breakfast idea.” His smile widens at her kiss, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment longer than necessary before he releases her. “Coming right up,” he says, turning back to the counter with renewed purpose. He moves with practiced efficiency, cracking eggs into a bowl with one hand while the other reaches for two mugs. He pours the coffee, the rich aroma filling the small space, and sets the mugs down on the island near where she is leaning. “Sit. I will bring it over,” he commands gently, nodding toward the bar stools. “I am going to get dressed really quick,&rd

Marius continued into his modern kitchen at the back, where a long dark kitchen island accompanied by several wooden bar stools with black metal lags, separated the living room from the kitchen. Above the island hung three pendant lights with simple elegant fixtures. He opened one of the white cabinetries lining the kitchen wall and took a glass out. Then he moved over to the fridge and poured himself some soda. He moved through his house like ghost. When he entered his bedroom, he did not bother changing out of his dress shirt, simply unbuttoning the top few buttons and pulling his phone from his pocket. He walked over to his bed as he looked to see if her had any messages or emails. The bed was unmade, with soft grey bedding and several pillows loosely arranged across the mattress. Large black metal window frames dominate the right side of the room and heavy dark grey curtains hang from ceiling-mounted tracks.A light grey area rug extends beneath the bed and along the left

“Oh fuck,” Marius gasped out, his free hand slamming against the tile will for support. “Just like that– take me deeper.” His other hand guided Isabella’s head with increasing urgency, guiding her movement to match the rhythm he craved. The combination of her skilled mouth and the warm water cascading down his chest sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. “You are going to make me cum so fast if you keep going like that,” he warned through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you swallow every drop.” The steam swirled thicker around them as he struggled to maintain control, his body already tensing with the approaching climax. His body went rigid as his orgasm hit him with full force, his fingers tightening in her hair as he poured himself down her throat. A deep groan escaped his lips while the water continued to stream over them both. “Swallow it all,” he commanded roughly, his hips thrusting forward one last t

“Come on,” Marius said softly, helping Isabella stand on shaky legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have earned a proper bath after all that.” His hands found hers naturally as he led her toward the suite’s opulent bathroom. The marble floor gleamed underfoot while soft lighting cast a warm glow across the spacious room. “Unless you would prefer a shower?” he offered with a teasing grin. “A quick shower would be better,” she said casually. They go into the spacious, modern bathroom. The room was designed with a clean, minimalist aesthetic and a soft neutral colour palette. The room was large and open, with light cream coloured floor tiles and the walls are painted in warm, muted tones. There is a smooth, curved white bathtub on the right side of the room, positioned near a large window which is dressed in taupe curtains that are partially open.Next to the bathtub sits a compact, rounded, modern toilet. Against the b

“Look at you taking my cock so perfectly,” Marius panted against Isabella’s shoulder, his voice thick with arousal. “You were made for this– to be bent over and fucked hard until you can’t think straight.” His hands slip up to grip her breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh while his hips continued their punishing rhythm. The suite’s opulent décor became a distant memory as pure carnal instinct took over. “I am going to fill this perfect pussy until it is dripping down her thighs,” Marius promised darkly. “You are going to feel me for days after this.” Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of his assault. She climaxes again, her body shaking and she struggles to keep upright. Her breath is ragged, sweat covers her body. “The chair,” she mutters. “I want to ride you.”Marius’s yellow green eyes flashed with renewed excitement at Isabel

Mestre Escuro stood on one of the watchtowers near the burned and collapsed cathedral. He looked out at the city below, the smoke still lingering in the air. As the sun set, the lights coming from some of the houses and the embers from burned down houses became clearer to see. His gaze was distant and unfocused, as he recalls the past.“You must be Escuro,” Estela Astuta said cheerfully. “It is very nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. Escuro smiled shyly at her cheerful tone and shook her hand. “Thank you, I am glad to be here,” he said with equal friendliness. “I look forward to working with you.” She pulled her hand back, her hazel green eyes bright with excitement as she gestured toward the crumbling stone pillars surrounding them. Vines snaked around the weathered masonry, and the air smelled of damp earth and old dust. “I have already made some progress with the eastern corridor,” she said, stepping close

Luz moved around the tub, kneeling in front of Amelia so he could look directly into her green eyes. The steam curled between them, softening his features, but the hardness in his jaw remained. “No one touches you,” he said, each word measured and final. “Not while I am breathing.” He reached out, his large hands framing her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the steel in his voice. “I know,” she said with a steady look. “So, we are even. I treat you like a person and you do the same for me.” Her hand moved to his chest. “Now will you join me in this tub already? There is plenty of space.”Luz let out a short, huffed breath– something close to a laugh, though his expression remained soft. He looked down at Amelia’s hand resting against his chest, his heart eating steady and strong beneath her palm. “Even,” he repeated, the word tasting

A decorative tapestry hangs on the far wall. Its heraldic design suggests the bath chamber might have belonged to a wealthy merchant, or noble family. The tapestry also helps insulate the room by covering the cold stone surface. “There,” Luz said, turning to face Amelia. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and looked at her, his amber eyes softening. “Thank you very much,” she praised with a genuine smile and pocked up one of the buckets with cold water standing against the wall and poured it into the tub. She used a wooden spoon to mix the water in tub. He leaned against the stone wall, watching her work. The way she moved– so domestic, so normal– was almost painful to witness.It was a world Luz had forgotten how to live in, yet here Amelia was, rebuilding it with wooden spoons and buckets of cold water. “You are very efficient,” he remarked, his voice low and warm. He stepped closer, reaching out to take the wooden spo

Luz pulled Amelia closer, his arms wrapping around her as if he could shield her from the very world, he was a part of. His fingers brushed against the greyed white ribbon on his wrist. “But we can’t,” he murmured into her red hair. “Mestre Escuro… he is not patient. And I have things have to do. Things I have to finish.” He opened his eyes, and for a moment, the amber flickered– just once– before settling back into a steady, warm glow. He kissed her temple, a lingering, aching touch. “I know,” she said understandingly. “But one day maybe, right?” he did not answer immediately. He just held her, his chin resting on top of her head, his breathing finally levelling out into something steady and calm.The room was quiet, the only sound that occasional crackle of the dying fire and the distant, muffled echoes of the Corrompido army outside. “One day,” Luz finally said. He said it like a promise,

“I am the only one,” Amelia repeated her hips grinding against Luz, so his hardness rubbed against her thigh. His amber eyes blew wide, the friction of her thighs against him sent a violent jolt straight through his spine, and he let out a sound that was half-growl, half-sob. “Amelia,” he choked out, his fingers digging into the mattress beside her head. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.” He could not hold back anymore. He surged forward, his body pressing into hers with a sudden, heavy urgency. His hands slid down her sides finding the curve of her waist and pulling her up to meet him, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm.Every point of contact– the heat of Amelia’s skin, the scent of her hair, the way she moved against Luz– was a strike against his remaining willpower. “I know exactly what I am doing,” she said seductively. “I want you.” His head fell back

Luz’s breath came in ragged, heavy bursts as he moved between her thighs, his body a sold, burning weight against Amelia. The heat radiating from him was intense, a feverish warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. His hands were everywhere– on her waist, on her thighs, pulling her closer as if he could merge their bodies into one. He paused for a single moment, his forehead resting against hers, both of them gasping for air. His eyes searching hers, the amber glowing like embers in the dark, and for the first time in years, they were clear– no crimson, no shadow, just the man who had loved her before the world broke. “Amelia, I love you. O never stopped,” he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he could not name.“I love you too,” Amelia murmured, her hands moving to the hem of Luz’s shirt. His hands came up to meet hers, his fingers catching the hem of the light fabric. he did not wait for her to pull it off; h

Zack’s competitive nature softens into something more vulnerable as he leans back against Anna’s chest fully, letting her hold him for a moment. The warm water swirls around their bodies while steam rises in gentle wisps between them. “I am serious though,” he says quietly, his voice losing its usual edge. “I want to grow old with you. watch you get wrinkles and complain about your back hurting and still think you are the most beautiful woman in the room.” His free hand splashes water playfully at her side underwater. She laughs softly. “Now is that not an image,” she says with a strange amusement. “It actually sounds very romantic.” Zack’s face lights up with triumphant satisfaction at her romantic response, his chest swelling with pride as he feels her laugh against his back.“Romantic? Fuck yes, it is,” Zack says confidently, turning to face Anna fully in the tub. Water cascades down his muscular

“Oh yeah?” Zack growls lowly, his hands sliding down from Anna’s shoulders to grip her waist firmly. “You had better fucking mean that. Because if you make me sit through some spa treatment with cucumber slices on my eyes, I am expecting payback.” His thumbs dug into her hips possessively while his green eyes lock onto hers with intense focus, searching for any sign of hesitation in her promise. “Tell me exactly what you have in mind,” he commands roughly, his voice carrying that dominant edge she finds too irresistible. “I could oil you up.” She says playfully. “Give you a more intimate massage…” her voice carries a seductively suggestive tone. His eyes darken with obvious desire at her seductive suggestion.The steamy bathroom feels like it is closing it around them as Zack pulls Anna flush against his chest, one hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck possessively. “Fuck yes,” he grow

The steamy bathroom fills with the gentle sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to her skin in the warm lighting from above. “Yeah, you do,” Zack says with a low chuckle, nipping playfully at Anna’s earlobe. “Like during our study session.” His hands move through the water to rest possessively on her hips, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above her thighs. “Riding me while studying the cold war. That really turned me on during my history exam.” He continues with amusement in his voice. “I guess I was having trouble thinking straight that day,” she said with a light laugh. His competitive nature ignites with triumphant satisfaction at her light laugh, his smirk widening as he remembers that study session vividly.The steamy bathroom feels smaller somehow, filled with the intimate sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to Anna’s skin in the warm lighti

Zack’s competitive nature softens completely at Anna’s warm smile and sincere words, his expression becoming unguarded in the steamy bathroom. The bathroom’s warm lighting casts gently shadows across his face as he pulls her closer against his chest, the water swirling around their intertwined bodies. “I am fucking ecstatic we are,” he says quietly, his voice carrying genuine emotion. “For years I thought I had ruined any chance of this happening. That I had pushed you away too many time with my bullshit.” His hands move through the bubbles to cup her face gently, thumbs brushing away any lingering steam from her cheeks. “But you never gave up on me,” he continues softly his green eyes searching hers.“I held out hope,” Anna admitted softly. “But it was you who finally got the ball rolling. And you were not gently about it either.” Her voice grew more playful. “Being all pushy and unclear. You

At the back of the bathroom is a standard white bathtub and the wall surrounding it is covered with large grey marble-patterned tiles featuring subtle veining. A decorative horizontal strip of darker mosaic tiles runs across the middle of the tiled wall. The rest of the walls are painted a warm reddish-brown color, contrasting with the cooler gray tones of the bathtub. The floor is covered with dark grey tiles that reflect some of the room’s lighting.Zack’s attitude shifted to practical problem-solving mode as he steps into the motel bathroom, his green eyes scanning the space and immediately focusing on the single bathtub. The warm lighting from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across his bare skin while steam begins to rise from the running water. “Shit, no shower,” he mutters with a grin, turning back toward Anna with a playful expression. “Guess we are taking a bath together instead. You okay with that?” His hands moved to open the

“Of course I want some,” Zack says with a quiet laugh, setting the brownie container aside on the nightstand. “But I am enjoying watching you eat too much right now. It is cute how you get all focused on your food.” He leans back against the headboard, propping himself up with pillows while his arm rests casually around Anna’s shoulders. The red bedspread shifts under their movements, creating a cozy nest in the otherwise genetic motel room. “You know this is way better than eating alone. I have been eating takeout by myself for years. Feels good to have someone to share it with,” he admits, running his fingers through her brown hair gently. “Maybe sometime in the future I can cook for you,” she suggests reaching down to pick up a piece of brownie. “My mom taught me how to make cottage pie.” She takes another bite and offers him the rest of the brownie.Zack’s eyes softening as he leans forward to accept