The Uninvited

His hand slid down, under my shorts, finding me wet. He groaned, “Fuck, Bella…” He slides two fingers inside me, fucking me slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I whimpered. He kissed me quiet. “You're so wet,” he whispered. “Are you thinking about Noah? Or me?” “Both,” I admitted. He growled low in his throat, dropped to his knees, pulled my shots down, and spread my thighs. His mouth found my pussy. I cried out, running my hands through his hair. He licked long slow strokes, then sucked my clit. Fingers still pumping inside me. ## House Of Forbidden Desire mixes wild adventure with very intense, forbidden desire. It’s not just another drama. You follow this glamorous, powerful family, "the Maxwells," as they get pulled into a dangerous, mysterious world full of secrets, hidden obsession, and steamy temptations that test every relationship. ## Isabella, the youngest daughter, is caught in a web of temptation. Never meant to see what she saw that night. Her powerful father. In a stolen moment by the pool with the caretaker’s daughter. A truth that should have stayed hidden. This single moment changes everything. And she isn't the only one who saw. Her seductive stepmother draws her closer than is safe using her as a bait. Her step-twin brothers cross lines they swore they never would. A perfect sister risks her marriage for a secret affair. Her Brother abroad returns with sibling fantasies he can no longer hide and wishes to fulfill. An uncle’s charm masks intentions that could destroy the family. Sasha, Isabella’s best friend, hides jealousy behind friendship. A silent observer records every secret, ready to burn the family down. When temptation is fully unleashed… Who survives the fire?

What is scarier than someone living in your walls? How about finding out the boy in the walls has seen a monster in there? What will the Count's daughter and her two unusual friends do to protect her home? Rated 12+ for light violence, kissing, sexual reference

Out of sheer kindness, I brought my drunk, heartbroken coworker home for the night after she'd been dumped. Little did I know, she'd treat my place like it was her own. "Isla, I gave my ex my whole paycheck. I'm just gonna stay here for the rest of the month. You've got this huge place all to yourself anyway—such a waste. It's perfect, we can keep each other company. And hey, no rent. You're already cooking for yourself, so what's one more plate, right?" I stopped typing and blinked, trying to process what she was saying. She kept going, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna take advantage—I'll chip in 2 bucks a day. Honestly, you must get so lonely living alone. Aren't I sweet for offering?" I just stared at her, barely holding back a laugh at her blatant audacity. That evening, I slipped out of the office early, went straight home, and deadbolted the door behind me. No matter how much she knocked and yelled from the hallway, I didn't budge. The next morning, she stormed over to my desk and slammed her hand on my cubicle wall, her tone dripping with accusation. "You were home last night—why didn't you open the door?! I had nowhere to go, had to crash at a hotel, and between that and food, I dropped 60 bucks. You owe me." She shoved her phone screen—payment receipts on full display—right in my face. I couldn't help it—I laughed out loud. If she wanted to play that game, fine. If she thought she could push me around, she was about to learn what real-world consequences looked like.

Jane Samantha Valdez, in her young self, left her family for selfish reasons. For her, trust can't easily gain for she was betrayed by her childhood friends. She made regretful decisions because of love, a love she always wanted to feel. She feels unwanted. She feels no one loves her. But what if she meet a guy that will mend the broken soul inside her and fix her life—her unwanted life?

My deskmate has been giving me odd looks lately. She's been keeping her distance from me and avoiding me at all costs. It's the same when we go to the cafeteria for lunch or during class. One day, I can't take it anymore. I grab her and ask, "Have I done something to offend you?" She trembles in fear and staggers backward, putting distance between us. Her gaze darts around shiftily. "No, you're not the problem!" Yet after that, she transfers to a different class. I'm confused by this and want to ask her about it, so I head to her new classroom. I stand at the door and watch as she chats leisurely with someone else. Suddenly, she shudders and screams in horror. "This really has nothing to do with you! Please, leave me alone!"

He said I couldn’t do it, but he was wrong. An old professor at UCLA promised me that I would make nothing of myself, so I made sure I did. To the tune of billions. I’m only a little cocky about it. Yachts, parties, and one-night events pretty much spell out my life. And all of it works well until I run into a beauty I can’t get out of my head. But we’re keeping it friendly and casual until we aren’t. There’s just one problem. Her old man hates me. And for good reason. He was my UCLA professor. He’s dead set against me becoming anything important to his little girl, but the old man’s got it all backward. I’m not looking to make an example out of our passion or prove a point. This isn’t about hit it and quit it. His daughter is mine, and he might kick me out, but she’s letting me all the way in.