Novels by Gabriella4whyte

I only came in for a septum piercing.That’s it.It was supposed to be a five minute stop before meeting my friends for drinks. But when I stepped into The Ink Sanctum and the bell above the door jingled like a warning, I knew something about this place was off.Too quiet.Too charged.The front of the parlour was sleek but shadowy black leather chairs, red lights under the counters, and a wall lined with steel art and erotic body sketches. Music played low and bass heavy, humming through my skin like a heartbeat I hadn’t earned.The receptionist gave me a form.But I barely filled it out.Because that’s when I heard her.Behind the Black DoorThere was a door in the back labelled Private Marks Only.It was matte black. Soundproofed. With a glowing crimson sign that read:SESSION IN PROGRESS. DO NOT DISTURB.But the moans still got through.Real moans. Shaky. Deep. The kind of sound you don’t fake because it lives in the gut.She whimpered once, then gasped.Louder.Breathless.Ragged

I chose the tattoo.But I didn’t choose him.He wasn’t listed on the website.No socials. No portfolio.Just a name: Shane.The studio was called INK SEDUCTION, a half piercing parlour, half erotic dungeon disguised as a reputable ink shop.And Shane?He was the reason people came back begging to be marked again.The First LookHe had a body that should’ve been behind glass arms inked with wolves and roses, hands veined and calloused, rings on two thick fingers. He wore black gloves like sin and smelled like ink, sweat, and intentions.“Name?” he asked without looking at me.“Jade.”“Tat?”“Here.” I lifted my crop top, revealing the left side of my ribcage. “Butterfly.”He looked.Not at the spot.At my face.Then my lips.Then lower.“You sure you’re ready for something that intimate, Jade?”I nodded.He leaned in close.“Lie down, and if you move, I start over. And if I start over, you scream. Got it?”My thighs clenched.Got it.The SetupHe guided me onto the chair, the leather wa

I don’t know if I fell for her when she bent over in a sundress with no braOr when she pressed a glass of lemonade into my hand and said, “You’ve got such soft lips. Ever use them for anything bad?”Mrs. Landon had been my best friend’s mom for years. A perfect wife in public lipstick flawless, pearls always on, smile tight as a ribbon. But beneath the surface?She watched me.Lingering looks.Little touches.I was biting her lip when I stretched by the pool.And I started imagining things things I’d never imagined before.Until one night, she stopped pretending.It began with a textHer message came at 6:17 p.m.“Closet needs organizing. Come over. Wear something easy to take off.”My heart stopped.Was it a joke?Was she flirting?Was I dreaming?I stared at it for three minutes before texting back.“On my way.”And I didn’t even put on a bra.The Door Opened, and So Did IShe answered in a black silk robe that slid open just enough to hint at danger.Her lips were wine dark.Her e

It wasn’t just a crush.It was a need raw, aching, and wrong in every possible way.Lila and I had been best friends since freshman year of college, and I'd always thought her dad was handsome. Charismatic. A little too confident. But over time, it became more than that.He was magnetic.Mr. Maddox had that kind of presence that wrapped around you before you realized it. He didn’t try to flirt. He didn’t have to. His silence did the talking. His calm, his control it undressed me without laying a finger.And worse he knew it.The Summer That Changed EverythingLila had begged me to stay the summer with her at their family estate while her dad worked remotely.It was supposed to be a relaxing girls’ break: wine, pool days, binge watching terrible shows.It turned into something else entirely.Because every night, I ended up in one of his shirts. And every morning, he watched me sip coffee like I was breaking his rules just by existing.We said nothing.We did nothing.But the air betwee

He was the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room.Or a girl like me.Everything about Mr. Wolfe was sharp and clean his jaw, his suits, the way he never looked at me for too long, as if staring too hard would make something snap.But I noticed everything.The way he came home and loosened his tie with one hand. The way he watched his daughter like she was all that kept him grounded. And the way he never let his gaze linger on my bare legs when I wore shorts around the house.He was trying to be good.I wasn’t.Not anymore.The ShirtThat night, I wore his white shirt on purpose.The one he left folded on the laundry table, freshly pressed but forgotten.I should’ve just hung it back up.Instead, I wore it buttons halfway undone, sleeves rolled, hem just covering the lace of the pink panties I hoped he'd never seen me wear.Except, I wanted him to see them.I told myself I was just relaxing after Ellie fell asleep.But when I sat on the couch, legs parted, s

I wasn’t looking for a roommate. Not really.But when Dean offered me the second bedroom, it was perfect. Big, cheap, close to campus. And he was hot but safe. We were friends. We'd known each other through mutuals for a while. He wasn’t pushy. Didn’t flirt at least not outwardly.Until I noticed the way he watched me when I walked around in sleep shorts. Or how he paused every time I bent over to grab something from the fridge.There was tension. Always had been. But we danced around it like it was breakable glass.That ended when I came home one Friday night and saw a contract printed neatly on the kitchen table.The Roommate Agreement.My name typed at the top. His at the bottom. Pages of terms and bullet points, like a legal doc made just for the kind of tension we'd never dared act on.Clause 1.1: All engagements must be consensual and initiated verbally or through previously agreed nonverbal cues.Clause 2.3: Control dynamics will be mutually respected.Clause 3.4: Safe words ap