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Marcus chose to stay away from her, standing in the mattress with his hand tightly gripping the wooden beam. The whole time Ysabelle was in the washroom, his heart continuously drummed a wild beat. God, the burn in his loins was still there, increasing, and it was unceasing. Back from the time in the cave when they almost made love, Marcus went almost insane when he realized that the illusion of Ysabelle disappeared so suddenly. He was already burning at that time, ready to direct all his ardor to her. He had his mouth wrapped up on her nipple and his fingers were already snaking down her folds, but then she just vanished... just vanished, and damn, because of that, it had kept him on edge in this God-forsaken prison. Even until now. 'So this is what it feels like to want a woman,' his thoughts remarked without any guilt. He turned to look at the mocking curtain and released a deep sigh. He finally concluded one thing to himself and that was he'll play the demon's game once again. He'll allow himself to yield on the temptation. ~ H ~ The Rogratiatto Family, rumored to be an extremist believer of the supernatural, sought out the help of the Vatican Conclave to stop a recent demon possession. Famous exorcist priest, Father Marcus Thayne, was called out by the Holy Pope to do the job. Once there, not only was he struggling with the demon he was supposed to exorcise, but he was also battling himself after seeing a mysterious woman showing signs of an immortal attraction with him... Genre: Supernatural Romance, Smut, Mystery Status: Complete All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books
"You seem to be at a loss for words? Why so?"
The man in front of Ysabelle remarked in reverberating tonal waves. Everything was the same with this man, everything... but amidst this, she could clearly see - as clear as the platinum cross around his neck - the brilliance of the red tint in his eyes. With roughened breaths, she had concluded something was amiss with him. Something...terribly dark.
He had the same handsome face - disarming to the core - yet it was tainted with the slyness of his mouth's grin. He had the same posture of a confident, strong man, but a distasteful aura reeked outside of his body. She could feel it well, it was so palpable and it easily made her feel cautious.
As the man paced across the room's available space, his black clothing opened halfway on its own showing the rigid torso Ysabelle had seen countless of times but choose not to ogle. The show made her blush momentarily, but realized it was a condemnable act especially that the teeny sign of attraction was directed to him. It was sinful by nature to feel so, but with the current circumstances, was it wrongful then?
They eyed each other, but his was by far more intimidating than hers. It made her feel the chill in her spine. It made her feel the violent churning of the contents in her belly. It made her heart flutter wildly and her lips in cold quivers. She had always despised the feeling ever since he arrived, but it was of a different reason back then. Now, it was purely out of fear.
After seconds of feeling like a stone sitting at the edge of the bed, Ysabelle pulled herself up and stood near the bedside table. Courage and a sense to protect herself kicked right in as she curled her hands into a tight fist.
"You look different, " she stated, finally regaining her voice.
The man quirked an eyebrow and gave another smug smile. "Do I now?" he said.
"Yes, " was her quick reply.
"Funny, I don't seem to feel so, " he replied nonchalantly, raising out his hands as if he could see something physically different with it.
Ysabelle's breath hitched again. Believing his words would be the last thing on her mind. She may not be able to see what was exactly going on with him, but she could well vouch herself that he wasn't the same man she knew him days ago. "Quit your lies, please, " she requested kindly, but there was considerable amount of tremble in her voice.
"Hmmm...I saw the way you look at me, Ysabelle, " he remarked, ultimately changing the subject. His words were soft amidst the undulating echo of his voice. It had a trail of a strong emotion in it, like it wanted to erupt but was not permitted to do so. A step closer he did with ease, and that made her heart leap in panic and her pupils, briefly dilate.
"I have eyes, it is only natural, " she stated, hoping it was sarcastic enough to discourage him, "I give preferences to nobody." She lifted her chin as a sign of tenacity and held that pose until only a second passed.
"Oh, but you do, " the man immediately responded, taking in another step closer to her, "...to me." Affected she was and that made her determination shrink and wither. It was the truth. His word did hit the right spot. Although she hoped to hate it, she couldn't deny that there was an intense attraction collecting inside her towards him.
This time, they were both inches apart. Ysabelle could feel his warm breath touching her forehead and now-flushed cheeks. She leaned forward against the table and gave him a frown - the only meager comeback she could make. "Don't misunderstand things, " was her stern reply.
"Quit your lies, Ysabelle..." The man spat the words right back at her. This caused her to press her lips thinly. Ha! What irony it was indeed to be slapped by her own words.
When he closed the short gap, Ysabelle poised to throw a hand in between them. A quick push of his chest away from her would do the trick, but never had she imagined that he would make a counter by hooking an arm around her waist and holding a mass of hair with his free hand.
"Step back!" she ordered a little more than alarmed. Touching a copper-molded picture frame with her other hand, she grabbed it immediately planning to bang his head just in case he would still advance.
But advance he did, leaning his face and trespassing her private space without so much as a show of fear on the object she was holding. He did not utter any words, only grinning at her with amusement.
"I swear! I'm going to hit this frame in your head so much that you would bleed if you dare kiss me!" she threatened, now shouting.
"Oh?" he paused, "You would do that now, would you? He wouldn't be pleased I'm pretty sure."
His red eyes somehow became faint and the shade of smoky brown replaced it briefly. Ysabelle thought it odd, but nevertheless found it a redemption for her.
"Marcus. Marcus!" she desperately cried as if she was talking to a third person other than the man holding her waist. "Please wake up! Please! Get a hold of yourself!"
He released a short wicked laugh, and then proceeded to cup her chin tightly. "But he is, Y-sa-be-lle..." he stated, slurring her name intentionally. "He is awake. Don't you know? I am him and he is me. He is still in control of his emotions. Only, I am just magnifying it so that it would bloom a thousand fold."
Whatever he said, she considered it gibberish. She dared not believe any word that comes out of his mouth, especially when this man wasn't exactly Marcus.
"Unhand me. This is not what he wants!" she spat, trying to push him away, but failed.
"It is, " was his limited answer.
And then, he kissed her. Mouth on mouth. Lips on lips.
Patience. Yes, patience...wasn't his thing. It was never his thing. So, without so much as a minute of waiting, his warm tongue slid, invading her delicate muscles. This instantly caused her to unintentionally moan. Moan in protest? Surely. Of pleasure? Maybe. Possibly. Because even though she denied it with all her heart, it was still Marcus' mouth that she was tasting. Warm and soft. Burning and fueling a desire she hadn't felt ever since the sun greeted her.
A short moment of bliss it was, in her part, but luckily sense of reason came. She wriggled in an attempt to free herself but unfortunately, she brought out no success. No. Not even a millimeter of difference....
"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." *** As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then? Genre: Werewolf Romance, Fantasy, Mystery, Adventure, Smut Status: Complete All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER ONLY AUTHORIZATION TO POST THIS STORY IN THEIR APP. THIEVES WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY.
"Until death do us part." Those were the words that had clung in the recesses of Solene's mind as she stood at the center of the altar with her soon-to-be-husband. True that she had been favored by accidents since she was still a child and that probably, one of these accidents would end their marriage early if she weren't careful. Little did she know though, that when the vows were said, her groom meant it literally. Only this time, it had a twist. A spell-binding, delightfully-inviting twist. All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 Book Cover by Whendell Souza Lira THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER ONLY AUTHORIZATION TO POST THIS STORY IN THEIR APP. THIEVES WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY.
Book 2 of I THIRST FOR YOU Once enemies in the past, now lovers. Amanda wishes to help Cord break his curse without sacrificing her life. Cord wishes to protect Amanda from himself. How will their relationship work when their past comes to invade them?
"Oh, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus..." the demon drawled. "I don't like how you ignore me earlier you know." "When have I ignored you?" Marcus felt his skin hairs raise when Heron grazed his lips on the plane of his neck. "This lunch." "I didn't!" But then Heron's hand moved to pinch the skin on his chest. This ultimately made Marcus whimper, "Ahh... Sir Heron!" "I couldn't fucking fight this battle anymore, Marcus. I'm done being patient." His hands left the boy's shirt, traversing up and into Marcus' tensed face. "Oh, how I love the way your lips quake Marcus. Let's begin our training shall we?" And with that, Heron closed the gap of their mouths for the first time. ~ 0 ~ With Marcus still deciding if he should pursue becoming an exorcist priest or not, he was left with an ancestral house to care for. He needs all the help he can get to clean the house spic-and-span and the demon general of Infernal Armies, Bael, posing as a human butler, Heron, is willing to help him do so. However, surely enough, cleaning is not the only thing the demon wants to do the whole day... WARNING TO THE READERS: This is a manxboy spin.off story of Marcus and Heron, my supporting characters in SANCTUM. Please don't be confused because this story is in no way related to Sanctum although the names, setting and characters are the same. Think of this as in a parallel universe. Marcus definitely didn't become gay before he became a priest and met Ysabelle in Resurrect Thy Heart. I made this story to satisfy my other readers rooting for Heron and Marcus's relationship. And just as always, I never want to disappoint my readers. So if this story is not for you, then please don't read. However, you'd find a very surprising ending in the end. Thanks!
My eyes widened as he quickly reached out and pulled me against his chest, his hands wrapping my waist like a snake. I was trapped. "It hurts me to know that you are being touched by another man other than me, Lianne. You find his kisses pleasurable? I will show you what a real kiss is." With those words out, my mind went blank. I stiffened. I couldn't do anything when his face inched nearer. I couldn't explain the feeling when our lips touched, but I honestly thought I was in euphoria. His lips massaged mine with finesse and oh, I didn't care less if I was breathing or not. Despite my surprise, I reciprocated it, sparred my tongue with his and traced his perfect jawline with my hands. I can't explain it, but there was this longing feeling inside me. A longing I can't deny myself. The moment he first kissed me in my apartment, I honestly wanted more. Was that even our first kiss? Or had he kissed me so many times before just like my dreams had numerously suggested to me? A sequel to Ceaseless Gravity. All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books
"How could you... last night... I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" she huffed. Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These were the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her, yes he was, and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice. "I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!" she threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail. "Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want," he urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest. ~ 0 ~ Easy for Supernaturals to live their life in what everybody calls 'forever'. That is easy for angels yes, but for demons, it is most likely a damnation of boredom. And that is the truth. However, how much more would it be for a demon who has a unique power to wield time and space? What is HE to do with such an unlimited lifetime then? Genre: Supernatural Romance, Smut, Mystery All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
Joanna was sabotaged by her sister and ended up in a stranger’s bed. Despised by her boyfriend and pressured by her family, she was forced to marry a wealthy scoundrel, Rhys. Rhys’ young adoptive father was the richest man in town, but was also said to be violent. Everyone thought Joanna was doomed, but Owen favored her and condemned her bullies. Joanna secretly loved Owen, but after a night of passion, he began to withdraw from her. Heartbroken, she entertained other men. She was on a date when Owen suddenly barged in. "You said you loved me!" Joanna smirked. "Too late. You’ll have to get in line."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."