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I SUMMON YOU
LGBT+ "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! Lost In Time
Short stories "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
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JMFelic Books Ceaseless Gravity
Romance "I want you. Yield to me..." he announced again, this time pinning her down the sofa.
Lianne's eyes stared deep into the core of his flaming gaze. She saw something there. Something that wanted her more than anything else.
She shuddered as he began to caress her trembling hand. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to express her disagreement, but before she could say that, her senses jumped anew as she heard a long knock on the main door.
The sound surely made Ruen stop and quickly, awareness collided inside him upon seeing, this time clearly, the princess' wet eyes.
"My great apologies Your Highness, but it is of a must that I inform you of your current meeting with the Council. Truly, they have grown to think that you are slacking in your responsibilities."
"Jared," the King gave out a long sigh. Even without looking from the source of the voice, he knew already it was his most loyal butler.
"If it isn't your timing impeccable."
~ ♥ ~
When all is left in ruins, how would a princess live being held captive inside the mansion of her most hated captor?
Her freedom all denied, true. But, not her will and heart.....
Genre: Fantasy-Royalty, Historical Romance
Status: Complete
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JMFelic Books I Thirst For You
Romance Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?"
"Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you."
Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained.
Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please."
"So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed.
Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths.
~ 0 ~
Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods.
Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark....
Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to the Lord of the Vampires.
Genre: Vampire-Supernatural Romance
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Copyright JMFelic Books Resurrect Thy Heart
Short stories 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
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JMFelic Books UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES
Fantasy In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers.
Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys?
However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me.
Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief.
'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin!
~ 0 ~
I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me.
Genre: Supernatural Romance
Status: Completed
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JMFelic Books You'll Be Safe Here
Short stories Her breath hitched when she saw him pull out a strip of cloth from his jean's pocket. It was black. It was ominous. It meant only one thing and that was to blindfold her.
Quickly, she shook her head. 'No... you can't do this!'
Nic gave out no reaction as he continued his way to her.
She attempted to sprint away from him, but he only captured her elbow in a vice-like grip. 'Don't struggle or you will only hurt yourself more,' he stated when he lifted the strip near her face.
Tears spilled from her eyes this time and no matter how much she willed herself to be strong, she pleaded, 'Please, don't do this.'
'I have no other choice,' was his quick reply.
~ 0 ~
Cielle, after stopping by at her favorite fast-food chain, never expected her road trip would take a turn for the worse - her chicken buckets eaten by salivating mouths, her SUV carnapped and her safety threading on a thin line.
Thrown in between a helplessness of a boy and the sinister plans of criminals who had captured her, hope and salvation is yet to be seen.
But what if... just what if her heart itself became the traitor in the midst of all the drama? Like falling and aching for a certain mysterious man she is supposed to hate?
What will she do?
Genre: Mystery, Romance (Short Story/One-Shot)
Status: Completed
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JMFelic Books The Fancy Pants Club
Short stories
'Prank you?' he scoffed. 'You must be joking, my Sweet Rose.'
He leaned towards me, but I guess it wasn't enough for he stood up, motioned our personal waiter to take the two chairs that parted us and place his own chair near mine.
'I don't do pranks. It is not fancy at all,' he continued after he sat down coolly inches away from me.
My breathing accelerated.
He leaned again and whispered close to my ear, 'I however do worse than that.'
'What-what do you mean?' I choked and shivered.
'I seek revenge, Daniella. Sweet, delicious revenge.'
~ 0 ~
Here's Daniella Rosecraft, the only daughter of the Rosecraft Family that owns a famous company that specializes in weddings. A self-proclaimed perfectionist, she aims to show to her mother that she can take over the business flawlessly.
And yes, everything was going fine. Everything was according to her plan, until... 'trouble' came in the form of the President of the Fancy Pants Club, Erik Romano 'the asshole devil' Fancii.
Her beliefs and character were quickly questioned by him thus making the ultimate clash of the history.
With these two polar opposites, the question now is, how will they survive without cutting each other's throats?
And with guns, drugs and the illusions staged by the Club, there remained a question still...
Are their throats the only part that gets the damage or their hearts get a share of it too?
Genre: Mafia, Action, Reverse Harem, Romance
Status: Complete
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