Novels by Hewrite

~CELINE'S POV~Hunter's gaze was like ice."Leave."The word sliced through me, cold and final. For a second, I didn't move. Didn't breathe. Charlotte opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but one look from Hunter had her clamping it shut so fast I almost heard her teeth click. She huffed, crossing her arms like a spoiled child. I curled my fingers into the fabric of my uniform, grounding myself. A part of me wanted to fight back, to demand some sort of dignity. But what was the point? Without another word, I turned and walked away. I kept my back straight. My shoulders squared. Only when I reached the storage room did I finally let myself feel it.The weight of the night crashed over me, pressing me down until my knees buckled. I locked the door, slid to the floor, and buried my face in my hands as the tears came. Silent at first. Then in waves. The humiliation. The exhaustion. The constant battle of existing in a place that wanted nothing more than to spit me ou

~HUNTER’S POV~Caesar’s tiny voice shattered the silence like a gunshot. “It wasn’t Mommy’s fault! That mean lady made her do it!” The room froze.Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every single ounce of tension thickened until it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stared down at the small boy clutching the hem of Celine’s jacket, his little fists trembling with rage. His big, glassy eyes burned with something fierce…something raw…as he looked up at her, demanding justice. I wasn’t used to that. To people standing up for each other. For the first time in years, I didn’t know how to respond. My gaze flicked to Celine. She was still kneeling in the mess, her hands shaking as she pulled Caesar close. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something—explain—but nothing came out. Bianca’s scoff broke the moment. “Sir, you can’t seriously believe….” I lifted a hand. She shut up instantly. The urge to fire Celine burned through me. I’d been waiting for a

~CELINE’S POV~The kitchen was chaos. Pots clanged. Footsteps pounded against the tile. Orders were barked across the room, sharp and urgent. The air was thick with heat and stress, and everyone scrambling to prepare for Hunter’s guests. I moved quickly, arms full of fresh linens, weaving through the frenzy. My back ached. My legs burned. But stopping wasn’t an option. Hunter had made it clear—tonight had to be perfect.I dropped the linens onto the counter and wiped the sweat from my forehead, barely catching my breath before— "Celine!" I knew that voice. I closed my eyes for a second before turning. Bianca stood with her arms crossed, a smug tilt to her lips. Two other maids hovered behind her, hanging onto her every word like she was the queen of this damn castle. "The dining room floor still looks dirty," she said, inspecting her nails like the floor was my problem and not hers. "Go clean it again." I gritted my teeth. "I already cleaned it." She raised an eyebro

~HUNTER’S POV~Caesar had an uncanny ability to dismantle my perfectly structured life. The constant talking. The endless questions. The way he looked at me with those too-familiar blue eyes—like he expected something from me. And the worst part? I let him. I told myself it was because he was just a child. That it was easier to give in sometimes. That none of it actually meant anything. But that didn’t explain why I was already halfway out of my chair the second I heard his voice echo through the halls. "I want a bedtime story!"Loud. Unapologetic. Determined. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Relentless."No, Caesar," Celine’s voice answered, strained with exhaustion. "I told you, I’m busy."That should have been the end of it. But then— A wail. Loud. Sharp. Real. I was already moving before I could stop myself. When I found them, Celine was standing stiffly in the middle of the laundry room, her back to me. Caesar was on the floor, his small body trembling with the forc

~HUNTER’S POV~ I tapped my fingers against the desk, skimming through the estate’s daily operations report, but none of the words were registering. My patience was already razor-thin, and I knew exactly why. Celine.She was getting under my skin. The way she had looked at me last night—steady, unshaken—like she wasn’t afraid of me like she wasn’t intimidated. It was… frustrating. And I didn’t like feeling this way. I needed to remind myself why she was here. To work. That was it. Nothing more. So I made a decision. If she was going to work under my roof, she would do so under my rules—no special treatment, no leniency. That was the only way to handle this. I breathed out sharply and clicked open the security feed on my laptop, scanning the live footage of the main foyer. And there she was. On her knees, scrubbing the floor. Her hair was tied back, but a few strands had escaped, clinging to her forehead. She moved with precision, her shoulders tense, her hands gri

~HUNTER’S POV~I cut into my steak, but I wasn’t hungry. Across the table, Caroline smirked like she knew something she shouldn’t. Like she was enjoying a private joke at my expense. It was irritating. More irritating than usual. I didn’t know if she was teasing me about earlier or if she was just reveling in being a general menace, but either way, I needed to shut it down before she pushed any further. "You spend more time at my place than your own," I muttered, keeping my voice even. "Should I start charging you rent?" Caroline gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock horror. "Oh, how cruel! You wouldn’t dare, cousin." I stabbed another piece of steak, unimpressed. "You have a house. A very expensive one, if I remember correctly. Maybe you should start using it." She rolled her eyes, swirling the wine in her glass like she was bored. "And miss out on the joy of annoying you? Not a chance." I shook my head. But at least she was distracted. That was all I needed.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with hisforbidden desires for his stepmother,Elena. After a dinner where her presenceoverwhelms him, he retreats to his room,consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube,he masturbates while imagining Elena inexplicit scenarios.*********************************Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction. Her laughter, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the curve of her hips in that tight dress—it all fueled the forbidden fantasies that had been brewing in his mind for months. Now, at 17, with his hormones raging and his desires unchecked, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He stripped off his clothes, his hands trembling slightly as he lay back on his bed. His cock, thick and already hardening, stood at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum. It was a weapon of his desir

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to herconfident 24-year-old neighbor. Afterdinner, he invites her into his room, wheretheir connection deepens. He skillfullyguides her through intimate moments,awakening her senses and emotions********************The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect. He sat on the edge of his bed, his broad shoulders relaxed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. At 24, he exuded a confidence that Casey, at 18, found both intimidating and irresistibly attractive. His dark hair fell casually over his forehead and his deep brown eyes. Seemed to see right through her, as if he already knew the storm of emotions raging inside her.“Come in, Casey,” he said, his voice smooth and low, like velvet against her skin. “Do

A therapist's professional boundaries aretested when she becomes entangled withher clients—three mafia brothers. Theirraw desire leads to an intense, passionateencounter, blurring the lines betweentherapy and primal lust.**************************************I had always known my job as a therapist for the three brothers would be challenging, but I never imagined it would lead me down this path of raw, unbridled desire. They were my clients, men I was supposed to help navigate their emotional struggles, not succumb to their primal urges. Yet, here I was, Pietra, caught in a web of lust and power, as the brothers took what they wanted from me without hesitation.It all started when I first met them—Luca, Marco, and Dante. They were the epitome of the mafia underworld, their dark eyes holding secrets and their muscular builds speaking of a life filled with danger. As I sat across from them in our initial session, I could sense their restlessness, their hunger for something mor

Selena, seeking solitude, is unexpectedlyconfronted by Duke Earl, whose intensegaze has long intrigued her. Theirencounter escalates into a passionate,forbidden affair, leaving Selena breathlessand awakened to a new world of desire.************************I was lost in the pages of my book, the warm summer breeze rustling the leaves above me, when I felt a sudden shadow fall across my lap. Startled, I looked up, my heart skipping a beat as I found myself face to face with Duke Earl. His tall, imposing figure lo was the last thing I expected to see, so far from the estate's confines.I'd noticed his gaze on me before, felt it like a caress whenever I entered a room. The way he looked at me, as if I were the only person in his world, both excited and scared me. His attention was intense, almost possessive, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation whenever our eyes met. But this... this was different."Selena," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Salome enters her boss Mr. Hartley'soffice, feeling the intense anticipation anddesire that fills the air. Mr. Hartley, acommanding and powerful figure, initiatesa forbidden encounter with Salome, who iseager and willing. Their interaction is raw,passionate, and unapologetic, with Mr.Hartley…****************************I stepped into the dimly lit office, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me even before I saw him. Mr. Hartley, my boss, stood by the window, his silhouette commanding and powerful. The city lights behind him cast a soft glow, but it was his presence that illuminated the room. I knew what was about to happen, and the forbidden nature of it only heightened mydesire."Salome," he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "You're right on time."I smirked, my confidence growing with each step I took towards him. "I wouldn't dream of keeping you waiting, sir."He turned, his eyes

The chapter opens with the narratorreflecting on an intense threesome withVanessa and Blake, detailing thepassionate and explicit interactions thatleft them breathless. Vanessa's boldnessand the rhythmic movements of theThe group creates a symphony of pleasure.*********************************I lay on the bed, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of the intense threesome with Vanessa and Blake. The air in the room was heavy, saturated with the scent of sex and the lingering heat of our passion. My heart was pounding, my skin was slick with sweat, and my mind was a whirlwind of sensations. Vanessa’s soft moans and Blake’s deep groans echoed in my memory, a symphony of pleasure that had left me breathless.Vanessa had been the catalyst, her boldness setting the tone for the night. She’d pulled Jordan close, her hands gripping his firm ass as she took his thick cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling with a hunger that made my cock twitch in