dolly sharp

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Villains roam the world without any retribution. Demonic sects wage war against the Orthodox and emerge victorious. Neutral tribes stand by and do not help the worthy – they only look to profit from others’ misfortune. Meanwhile, fresh dangers brew beneath the turbulent waves... Might is right in the world of cultivators, and evil often goes unchecked. Isaac Dahl is born in the barren and chaotic lands of Northern Tundra. He shows promise, yet his sect holds no hope for him. ‘He might be an intelligent child, but his talent is mediocre. Bah... what can he amount to?’ Without resources or help; without kindness nor assistance from others, there is only oneself. Human relationships? Love? Kinship? I only see benefits, as others are unreliable. I can only believe in myself. This is the truth that Isaac realises. This is the truth that his sect – which proclaims itself as a Blood Path Sect – fails to notice. They are naïve. His heart is cold and his gaze is determined, but Isaac’s path forwards will not be an easy one. It will be filled with obstacles, danger and disaster. Will Isaac clamber over the bodies of those who stand in his way? Or will they drag him down with them?

KISS OF THE VAMPIRE: THE GIRL WITH THE SHARP SWORD They said he would be a savior. No one said he’d bury them all first. For centuries, the vampire nobility ruled with crimson claws and ancient blood rites, their power etched into every corner of the world. Humans were livestock. Rebellion? A forgotten dream. Then came Deyviel—the lone survivor of a massacre, wielding a blade sharper than truth itself. He's no chosen one. No prophecy shields him. Just rage, scars, and the will to fight monsters that once ruled him. With each swing of his sword, Deyviel cuts deeper into the world’s dark history—unearthing secrets meant to stay buried, and facing enemies who’ve lived long enough to become legends. But even as he fights to end an empire of blood, the line between hero and executioner starts to blur. And when the girl with the sharp sword reappears—her past tied to his own—Deyviel realizes that the real war isn’t just against vampires… It’s against fate itself.

Old work taken over by cheese. Work featuring(will add more in time): A poor boy A.K.A. MC A sus god A.K.A. ??? Shoddy parents A.K.A. Fools _____________ Solis grinned, teeth in all, their wrinkles gathering around the corners of their mouth. The devil hand appeared in the shape of a star. “Become someone that deserves love and affection.” Evil drips like candy, in the shape of beautiful feathers. The boy falls into the trap for fools. Was he weak? Or did the world wring him dry? Still, it didn’t matter. He was caught, like gold to nine hands. “And I can help you do that.” A devious smile.

Follow the galaxy's hottest bachelor and youngest appointed Crime Lord of the various families ruling over the largest gambling den and crime destination across all-star systems across the Milky-way "Las Paraíso" By day he runs face as the Chairman of the Moonshot Casino and, during the night he is managing a failing union between the five families all because of his new progressive policies on The Strip. As he goes on a few ghosts from his past to haunt him and throw him off track to help the opposing families sabotage and overthrow him.

Normal. That was me, and my everyday boring life that I loved. That I felt no need to question, or ponder. I loved my life, just as it was. But as we all know, sometimes things just aren't meant to be. I wasn't meant to be normal, unnoticeable, and most of all boring. I was meant to be everything but boring.

Losing her family in a blink of an eye. Her survival became her top priority. Can she reach the heights she have overcome before?

Zhao Xi was born in the lap of luxury and love , she was destined to be a queen, to be envied by all, but life has a way of throwing curve balls when you least expect them and thus due to certain "events" she had to give up everything that she held dear and go far away. But worry not, now she is back, stronger than ever ready to slay everyone who has ever wronged her and her near ones. She will now become the queen this world will look up to and fulfill all her dreams one by one. What she does not know is someone whose name alone is enough to scare the elite of the elites has been waiting for her to return since 12 years and now he will burn anyone and anything that might stop her from becoming his.

Although Dola was not foreign to the hustle and bustle of Nigerians, she still found it hard to fit into their some lifestyles. Driven by hatred, betrayal, fear, distrust, anger, mistakes,survival instinct... She unknowingly became a strong willful woman who was immune to all sorts of emotions including love. Being in the highest peak of her career, she later discovered that those her all lessons that she should learn from.She found love,her most amazing experience. * * * "Okay fine! I want you" She said with emotions glimmering through her eyes. This man had...forced her to admit to her own desires...this devil.He bent down to her neck and she arched her back in the hope that he'll kiss her there... "Dola Beg me" He whispered. Is this her wage for torturing him? "Damn" She cursed and he laughed "ahhh".

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!