Novels by The Book Magician

—*ALISON*—Santa goes completely still. For a moment, he just stares at me, frozen in place.I can see it in his expression—the tension, the hesitation.Desire flickers in his eyes, clashing with whatever sense of restraint he’s trying to hold on to.His chest rises and falls beneath that ridiculous red jacket, each breath heavier than the last.He looks torn… and that only makes the moment feel more charged.I decide to push him just a little further.My hands slide to the wide black belt at his waist, fingers fumbling with the stubborn buckle.It is old and stiff, but it finally gives.I slide the belt free and let it drop to the floor beside me.“Alison,” Santa says, his voice strained. “We really shouldn’t—”I don’t let him finish.My fingers move to the button of his big red pants.It pops open easily beneath my touch.I draw the zipper down slowly, and he sucks in a sharp breath.Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants and the white thermal underwear beneath, I tug th

—*ALISON*—I know I’m probably crazy for asking Santa for a ‘good fuck’ for Christmas, but right now, it’s the only thing I want.It’s been ten months since my last breakup, and all that time my body has been craving release, so pent up it’s starting to drive me insane.When I get really horny, I use my sex toys but they barely do anything anymore.They don’t satisfy me or make me cum.I need something real—flesh, thick and warm.I need a real cock to fuck me, and a big one would be a hell of a bonus.I try hooking up with a few guys, but it never turns out well. Never.Something always goes wrong, or they’re disappointing, or I just can’t go through with it.And with everything this year—moving, working nonstop, the gym—I haven’t had time to go on dates or actually get fucked.Santa looks at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.And honestly?I wouldn’t even argue if he said I have.He looks at the note again, squinting like he’s trying to make sure he read it right.Then he glances

—*ALISON*—I know I’m probably crazy for asking Santa for a good fuck for Christmas, but right now, it’s the only thing I want.It’s been ten months since my last breakup, and all that time my body has been craving release, so pent up it’s starting to drive me insane.When I get really horny, I use my sex toys—but they barely do anything anymore.They don’t satisfy me or make me cum.I need something real—flesh, thick and warm.I need a real cock to fuck me, and a big one would be a hell of a bonus.I try hooking up with a few guys, but it never turns out well. Never.Something always goes wrong, or they’re disappointing, or I just can’t go through with it.And with everything this year—moving, working nonstop, the gym—I haven’t had time to go on dates or actually get fucked.Santa looks at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.And honestly?I’m not about to argue if he says I have.He looks at the note again, squinting like he’s trying to make sure he read it right.Then he glances a

—*ALISON*— A jolt of disbelief pins me to the spot as I stare at Santa. It’s really him. But… what’s he doing here? I rub my eyes, half-expecting the sight to vanish—but it doesn’t. He’s still there. My heart leaps as the sleigh glides through the air, weaving effortlessly between the buildings, bells jingling with every turn. Then it shifts—toward me, toward my window. Wait. What? It’s coming straight at me. I scramble back on my bed, stopping when my back hits the wall. The sleigh pulls up right outside my window, and Santa, a big brown sack slung over his shoulder, jumps off. He lands on the windowsill, wobbles, rolls into the room, and crashes into my stool. The stool tips over, and he hits the floor with a thud, the sack bouncing beside him. He laughs, loud and hearty. “Great landing there!” I stare at him, frozen. He looks exactly like the Santas people dress up as—huge, round stomach, white beard and mustache, red-and-white suit, Christmas cap perched on his hea

—*ALISON*— Tomorrow is Christmas, and the city is alive. Christmas trees blink in every window. Lights stretch from rooftops and coil around lampposts—red, green, and gold—spilling their glow across the snow-covered streets. Somewhere nearby, jingle bells ring out, maybe from a speaker, or maybe from a real sleigh for a church event—I’m not sure. The snow lies thick and fresh in some places, untouched, while in others it’s trampled by people hurrying home with armfuls of wrapped presents. Everyone looks happy. Everyone except me. I tug my grocery bags tighter in my hands as I walk down the sidewalk, the thin plastic biting into my fingers with every step. A family passes me, the dad shouldering a Christmas tree, pine needles falling into the snow behind him. Two kids dart ahead, shrieking about Santa, their boots scuffing and crunching the fresh snow. Their mother’s laughter rings out, warm and bright, as she calls after them to slow down. I smile and look away. Christmas

~VANESSA~Bryan didn’t give me a second to adjust. He started fucking me against the wall immediately—hard, fast, relentless.Each thrust slammed into me with force, his cock dragging against my inner walls in a way that made my breath hitch and my mind spin.It was rough, almost punishing.But it felt so damn good.“Ah—ah—!” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, my body trembling with every hard snap of his hips.His cock drove into my pussy over and over, hitting deep, hitting that perfect spot that made my vision blur and my legs tighten around him.“Bryan!” I gasped, my voice breaking into a desperate moan. “Right there—fuck—shit, right there!”My body moved with his now, chasing every thrust, every drag of his cock, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure as it built higher and higher, threatening to consume me whole.He growled, pressing his cock deep inside me. “You love this cock, don’t you? Take it. All of it. Every fucking inch.”“Yes—oh fuck,

Anna shook her head. “No… I can’t. I can’t fall for someone like him… someone as ruthless as the Boss.”“It’s probably just my hormones. Yes, my pregnancy hormones messing with my head,” she muttered to herself.Her hand drifted to her stomach, rubbing gently over the small but growing bump.It was already beginning to show, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before it became obvious to everyone.“I need to lie down,” she murmured. “Maybe if I rest… maybe my hormones will calm down, and I’ll be able to think straight again.”With a quiet sigh, she moved to the bed and eased herself down onto the mattress. The mattress dipped beneath her weight.Slowly, she lay back, letting her head sink into the pillow.The faint scent of Vincenzo clung to the sheet.Her breath stilled for a moment before she closed her eyes.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~When Anna woke, sunlight streamed through the window in thick ribbons of gold,warmer and brighter than before. Morning had quietly slipped into afternoon whil

Upon hearing Vincenzo’s voice, Anna’s breath caught.Shock rippled through her chest, tightening her lungs, and a lump rose in her throat.She swallowed hard, forcing it down, but it kept threatening to rise again.Vincenzo stood at the window, watching her with his grey piercing eyes. The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, smoke spiraling upward."Are you done?" he asked again.Anna pushed herself off the couch. Her legs trembled beneath her, but she forced herself to stand."I wasn't—" Her voice came out too high.She cleared her throat and tried again. "I wasn't eye-fuc... I wasn't doing what you said I was doing."Vincenzo took a long drag from his cigarette. The tip glowed orange as smoke filled his lungs, and he let it out in a slow, controlled exhale.Then he moved, crossing the space between them with slow, measured steps. Trails of smoke followed him like a veil, curling over his shoulders and chest.He stopped directly in front of Anna, so close she could feel th

Anna froze, her fork hovering halfway to her mouth. Slowly, she lowered it back to her plate, the soft clink sounding far too loud in the sudden quiet. Every eye at the table turned toward her.Her eyes flicked around the table, landing on their expectant faces. Everyone was waiting—expecting her to say something. Anna’s thoughts spun wildly. She didn’t know what to say, knowing that telling the truth would only make Isabella ask questions she couldn’t bear to answer, yet she couldn’t bring herself to lie. “We met at…” she began, but her words faltered.“At where?” Isabella prompted gently. Anna swallowed. “We met at—”“We met at a restaurant,” Vincenzo cut in.Anna turned to him and caught a wide smile on his lips as their gazes locked.“Isn’t that right, mi amore?” he added, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,” Anna breathed out, too quickly. “Yes, that’s right.”“The minute I set eyes on Anna that day, I couldn’t look away. From that moment, I knew she was the one for me,” Vincenzo conti

Vincenzo’s words sent a chill down Anna’s spine, knocking the air from her lungs. Slowly, he pulled back, his dark eyes locking onto hers for a long, cold second, ensuring she felt every warning behind his words.Then he turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. A moment later, the sound of running water filled the room.Anna remained rooted in place, the ghost of Vincenzo’s whisper still chilling her skin.Gathering herself, she closed the bedroom door and sank onto the edge of the bed.Vincenzo’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind, repeating over and over, leaving a hollow ache in her chest.Deep down, she knew he was right.She did not belong here.In a year, she would disappear from their lives, as if she had never existed at all.There was no point in getting close with them.By the time Vincenzo stepped out, Anna didn’t even notice; her gaze was fixed on the floor.The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and a thin stream of steam drifted

“Mi amore?”The words hung in the air between Anna and Vincenzo.She stared at him, her mind going blank for a second. She didn’t know Italian, but she understood what those words meant, probably from watching too many Italian movies and hearing it spoken in soft, intimate moments meant for lovers.But why did Vincenzo call her that?Her pulse quickened, unease crawling up her spine as she searched his face for answers. Vincenzo stood there as he always did, composed and unruffled, his expression carefully arranged into something almost gentle.Too gentle.“Anna?” he called, his voice still wrapped in that fake, warm tone, as if nothing about the moment was strange, as if the word had not slipped out loaded with meaning.Anna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, unsure whether to respond or what responding might invite.“Anna?” Vincenzo called again, his voice calm but sharp, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts.She blinked, snapping out of her daze.“Yes. Yes, I insisted on co

Camilla’s words made Anna freeze at the top of the stairs. She slowly turned, her eyes drifting downward, while passing maids halted mid-step, their gazes drawn to the tense scene below. Vincenzo’s jaw tightened. He spun toward Camilla, closing the distance between them in swift strides. “V—answer me,” Camilla said. “Don’t tell me it’s tru—” Vincenzo’s hand shot out, gripping her chin, fingers digging into soft flesh as the words died in her throat. “Shut your fucking mouth,” Vincenzo snarled, his gaze drilling into Camilla like he wanted to pierce her soul. “I’m done tolerating your bullshit.” His voice dropped low, a controlled roar that echoed off the high ceiling. “Anna is not a maid. And whether I fuck her or not is none of your fucking business.” Camilla stared at him, panting, eyes wide with fear and fury. She had so much to say, but dared not speak, not wanting to anger him any further. “This is your last warning, Camilla,” Vincenzo said, each word striking like a ha

—•LUCIA•—“You do, little wolf,” the Rogue King growled, his gaze locked on mine. “And you can.”Little wolf… was that really how he saw me?Fuck me if I said that didn’t hurt.Summoning every ounce of strength, I pressed my palms against his chest, pushing with all I had, trying to shove him away.But he didn’t budge. With one hand, he gripped both my wrists, yanking them from his chest and locking them between my legs with iron-tight strength.My lips trembled as a sharp, ragged sound escaped. “Stop…”He didn’t stop. He lowered his head, his lips finding my neck again, and the heat of his mouth on my skin sent a jolt straight through me. His tongue traced a path that made my back arch against my will.I can’t… I shouldn’t… My mind screamed, but my body betrayed me, giving in to him even as I fought.“Don’t deny it,” he growled into my skin, his voice vibrating against my throat. “Give in. I know you want this just as much as I do.”I didn’t.I couldn’t.But his pheromones pulled

—•LUCIA•—My head spun as my heart slammed against my ribs.Mate?Did the Rogue King just call me his mate?No. That had to be a mistake. I couldn’t be his—“Mate! Mate!”Skylar wailed inside me, a surge of pure, blinding joy that made my eyes widen in shock.The truth hit me hard. The Rogue King was truly my mate.“No.” My throat closed around the word. I shook my head, air scraping in and out of my lungs as if I’d forgotten how to breathe.I couldn’t accept him. I couldn’t be bound to a man as ruthless as he was.Skylar stirred inside me, thrilled by the bond, but cold dread coiled deep in my chest.I looked up at the Rogue King, my voice trembling even as I forced it steady.“I reject—”He cut me off, clamping his hand over my mouth, his palm hard and warm against my lips.His dark eyes flashed, piercing into my soul.“Don’t you even dare,” he growled. “Don’t you dare reject me.”I grabbed his wrist, my fingers digging in as I tried to wrench his hand away. I had to reject him.

—•LUCIA•—A loud bang jolted me awake.I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness.A rough cloth was tied tightly over my eyes, biting into my skin. The air reeked of mold, rotten flesh, and the metallic stench of blood, clogging my lungs with every breath.I tried to speak, but my mouth was stuffed and sealed with a leather gag.“Mmmph!” I grunted around it.I tried to move, but I couldn’t.My ankles were bound together, and my wrists tied behind my back with ropes that bit into my skin.Fear surged through me instantly.What am I doing here? How did I get here?My head throbbed, and then the memories hit me all at once, colliding like shards.The woods. The meteor shower. The rogues. The sting of the syringe in my thigh. Wolfbane. Darkness.My heart immediately began to race.Had the rogues killed me? Was I dead?No—I couldn’t be. But if I wasn’t, where was I?I began to thrash, my body twisting against the cold stone floor. I pushed myself up until I was sitting.“She’s a

—•LUCIA•—“Lucia! How many times have I warned you not to wander into the woods alone?” my father, the Alpha King, thundered. His voice echoed through the throne room, rattling the walls.I flinched but lifted my chin, forcing my voice steady. “Father, it was just a short run. Nothing happened.”“Nothing happened?” he roared. “Goddess, Lucia, the woods are full of rogues! What if one of them had attacked you?” His fist slammed against the arm of his throne.“Your father is right,” my mother added, her voice tight with worry. “The woods are dangerous.”I bit back my frustration. “Sorry, Father. It won’t happen again.” The words came easily, a lie I didn’t even bother hiding. Tomorrow, I would probably slip into the woods and run again.The woods were my only escape from the rules, from the weight of my duties as a princess.The only place where Skylar, my wolf, and I could truly breathe. “Of course it won’t happen again,” my father said, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl.

~ARIA~ My eyes flew wide. I smacked Damon’s chest hard. “Wtf, Damon? “Are you insane? Why would you answer?” I hissed. Damon grinned, leaning in. “Sorry,” he whispered not sounding sorry at all. “Sorry for your own damn self, asshole,” I whispered furiously, my nails digging into his shoulder. “Where are the glasses? And what are you doing in your room? The party’s downstairs.” The male voice came again from the other side of the door, his footsteps drawing even closer. “Damon, send him awa—” My bedroom doorknob rattled suddenly, cutting my off. My whole body went rigid around Damon’s cock. “Damon, open up,” the voice said, twisting the doorknob again. Panic surged through me. Was he trying to get in? If only Damon hadn’t answered… he would have just walked away. I shoved at Damon’s chest, trying to push myself up, to get off him, but his hands clamped around my waist, pinning me down. “Let me go,” I whimpered, wriggling against him. “Is there someone i

~ARIA~Damon froze, his whole body going rigid, his cock buried deep inside me suddenly motionless.He stared down at me, his eyes dark and fixed on my face. “What?”“Please,” I gasped, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “I can’t… just pull out. It’s too much. Your cock is too big.”Steven didn’t pull out. Instead, he slid his hand into my hair, his fingers gently stroking through the strands. “Relax,” he murmured. “It only hurts at first. I promise it’ll ease up soon.”“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting your pussy stretched by a big cock,” I scoffed, my voice trembling.Damon leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss.At the same time, a heavy wave of his pheromones washed over me, thick and intoxicating.My body ignited, every nerve ablaze as if a wild fire were coursing under my skin, demanding release.My pussy, which had been clenched tight in pain, pulsed around Damon’s cock still buried inside me.I kissed Damon back, pressing into him, crav