She stomped her foot in frustration. What was the point of having wings if they were nothing more than decoration? Her heart felt as heavy as it did the day she arrived in...well, she wasn’t sure where she was. It wasn’t Hell, but it certainly wasn’t Heaven, either. Surely...
His arms and legs were tied to the posts on the bed with steel chains which he couldn’t break no matter how hard he tried. She inspected her nails. “Faris, I’m getting rather tired of this. Where is Ra’ad Khan?” Her nemesis, Ra’ad Khan, was a former...
She tossed back her cherry-red, curls and ran a hand down her throat to skim the top of her perky, milky-white breasts. At twenty one years of age, her body was luscious, lush, and curvy in the right places. It would remain so for a long time. Her lips, pink and moist, sat well on the heart-shape...