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A Tender Rose Romance

Ruin Me Tender

"Hate was the only thing between us—until it wasn’t." -ISLA- Revenge is my birthright. Ever since the fire that claimed my brother and shattered my family, I’ve rebuilt the Moreau empire from the ashes. But every brick I’ve laid, every deal I’ve struck, has come with one goal in mind: uncovering the truth behind that night. Ciaran Valente is the man I’ve hated since I learned how to hate. Infuriating, cruel, and too clever for his own good, he thrives in darkness, just like I do. But when the ghosts of my past tie his family to my brother’s death, my hatred becomes the least dangerous thing between us. Because Ciaran doesn’t just step into my world—he consumes it. He sees through my armor, breaks down my defenses, and dares to turn my pain into something far more dangerous than vengeance: desire. But love doesn’t exist for people like us. Only power. Only lies. And when the masks come off, one truth will destroy us both. -CIARAN- Isla Moreau is my personal form of torment. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and as untouchable as ice. I’ve craved breaking her for years—not just to prove I could, but because there’s nothing more tempting than watching a queen fall. But Isla isn’t a game. She’s fire wrapped in steel, and she hides secrets even darker than my own. When the past collides with the present, revealing the cracks in our perfect façades, I discover something I didn’t think I was capable of: obsession. She consumes me—mind, body, and soul. But while I want to own her, she wants vengeance. While I crave her surrender, she wants the truth. And in the end, we’re not just enemies. We’re fated to ruin each other.
verenawrites01 · 1K Views

A Hot Romance: Ariana's story

Ariana had been struggling with her smut novel lately. Her readers had found out her weakness- that she was a virgin with no experience in dating. To overcome her struggle and gain inspiration, she decided to rent a 'little white face' to 'experiment' and study a man's anatomy and physiological reactions. But there was a mistake halfway. She ended up meeting an 'impotent' man who had similar struggles as her, instead of a sultry little white face. **** Cale's body was numbed. He could not lift a finger, but he felt hot all over. The body part that could not rise even in front of a seductive woman was standing little by little. The woman who 'drugged' him approached him with a whip in her hand. She wore a very conservative outfit and looked like she was attending a funeral. Her small face was covered with a veiled black hat. "As I requested, we will perform a BDSM play. It will hurt a bit. I am still inexperienced, but I will provide enough compensation after this task." Cale: "....?" What request? He had never received a request! Ariana could see the horror in Cale's eyes. She tilted her head in wonder. Mr. Flowerboy had previously claimed in the chat he liked BDSM play. Had he entered his role immediately? Amazing. As expected of a pro. Ariana tried to make her expression seem like a dominant master to match Mr. Flowerboy's professionalism. She had to show him that she was serious about it too. "Let's start, Mr. Flowerboy." Cale: !!! Who was the flowerboy?! I am not him! ..... A few weeks later. Instead of reporting the woman who 'drugged' him to the police, Cale shamefully looked for her again for a second session. Ariana: "Why do you want to be tied up and spanked again? Could it be... you are really a masochist?" Cale: ".....I have no choice either." How could he explain that his 'thing' would only work when this woman touched him?
Avalondra · 10.3K Views

His darling rose

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.
Kylie_Smith_4751 · 1.5K Views
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