Novels by Johndoe

CelesteI knew today was the day the moment I woke up.At first, it was only a dull ache.Nothing unusual.Nothing alarming.I had carried four children before this one. By now I knew the difference between discomfort and labor.This was labor.I simply hadn’t told Kharl yet.Mostly because he was sleeping peacefully beside me.And partly because I wanted five more minutes of peace before chaos started.Unfortunately, the baby had other plans.A sharp contraction hit.I grabbed the blanket.Closed my eyes.Breathed through it.When it finally passed, I opened my eyes.Only to discover Kharl staring directly at me.Wide awake.Panic already visible.Wonderful.“You’re in labor.”Not a question.A statement.I sighed.“Good morning.”The panic immediately doubled.“CELESTE!”I laughed despite myself.That was apparently the wrong response.Because Kharl practically launched himself out of bed.Within seconds he was dressed.Half dressed.Actually no.One boot was missing.His shirt was

Celeste POVFor a long time, I thought happiness was something fragile.Something temporary.A brief moment between disasters.A dream that disappeared the moment you reached for it.Maybe that was why it took me so long to recognize it when it finally arrived.Not because it came suddenly.Because it came quietly.Slowly.Day by day.Little by little.Until one morning I woke up and realized my heart wasn’t waiting for something terrible to happen anymore.The fear was gone.Not completely.I wasn’t sure it would ever disappear completely after everything we had been through.But it no longer controlled me.It no longer followed me everywhere.Life had finally become peaceful.Real peace.The kind we had fought so hard for.The kind we almost never got.I stood in front of the mirror in our room and smiled softly as I rested both hands against my stomach.I was seven months pregnant now.Very pregnant.Painfully obvious pregnant.The baby had become extremely active over the last few

Amelia POVI woke up before the sun.At first, I didn’t know why.Then I remembered.Today.My stomach immediately filled with butterflies.Not the bad kind.The good kind.The kind that made me feel excited and nervous at the same time.I sat up quickly in bed and looked around the room.The palace was still quiet.Most people were still asleep.But I couldn’t sleep anymore.Today was important.Very important.Today was the day I officially became part of the family.Not that they hadn’t already treated me like family.They had.Especially recently.Celeste tucked me into bed every night.Kharl always asked about my day.Rune and Blaze included me in everything.Even when they pretended they didn’t want to.And Alora—Well.Alora had decided I was her sister weeks ago.Apparently nobody got a vote in that decision.A smile appeared on my face.Then I immediately felt nervous again.What if something went wrong?What if people didn’t want me there?What if—The door burst open.“AMEL

Janet POVFor the first time in a very long time, I was happy.Not the fragile kind of happiness that disappeared the moment something went wrong.Real happiness.The kind that settled quietly inside your heart and stayed there.Life had finally become peaceful.The Circle was gone.The war was over.The children were laughing again.Amelia was slowly healing.Celeste looked happier than I had ever seen her.Kharl practically glowed whenever he looked at her.And Ryan…My lips curved into a smile just thinking about him.Ryan was everything I never thought I would have.A mate.A best friend.A home.A family.Sometimes I still woke up expecting it all to disappear.Expecting someone to tell me it was a dream.But it never did.Because it was real.And somehow that still felt like a miracle.I was walking through the gardens one morning when a sudden wave of dizziness hit me.I stopped immediately.Grabbing the nearest stone railing for support.The world spun briefly.Then settled.I

Celeste POVThe palace was finally peaceful again.No alarms.No attacks.No war meetings that lasted until dawn.No guards running through the halls with urgent reports.For the first time in what felt like forever, life had slowed down.People smiled more.The children laughed more.Even the servants seemed lighter.The threat of the Circle was gone.Markus was gone.Lydia was gone.The danger that had hung over our family for months had finally disappeared.But peace didn’t heal everything immediately.Some wounds needed time.And nowhere was that more obvious than with Amelia.I noticed it almost immediately after Lydia was taken away.She became quieter.Not withdrawn.Not angry.Just sad.The kind of sadness that settled behind her eyes and stayed there.She still played with the others.She still attended lessons.She still smiled occasionally when Alora said something ridiculous.But something had changed.Every now and then, I would catch her staring out a window.Thinking.M

Lydia POVThe news reached me just after sunrise.The Circle had fallen.At first, I thought the guards were lying.For weeks, rumors had traveled through the dungeon like ghosts. Every day brought a different story. Markus had escaped. Markus had gathered an army. Markus had found new allies. Markus was preparing another attack.I had stopped believing most of what I heard.But this time felt different.The guards weren’t whispering.They weren’t speculating.They were calm.Certain.One of them looked at me through the bars and said the words that finally shattered the last piece of hope I had been holding onto.“The Circle is finished.”Then he walked away.Just like that.No dramatic speech.No mockery.No satisfaction.Just the truth.The Circle was gone.Markus was captured.And suddenly, there was nowhere left to run.I sat on the edge of my narrow bed and stared at the wall.For a long time, I didn’t move.Didn’t think.Didn’t cry.Just sat there.Because for the first time si

The morning light filtered through the cabin's dusty curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. I woke first, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. Uncle Ray's heavy arm was draped over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and insistent against my bare ass. Lena stirred beside him, her dark hair a wild tangle across the pillow, one full breast exposed where the sheet had slipped down.Last night hadn't been a fever dream. The taste of his cum still lingered faintly on my tongue, and the ache between my thighs reminded me how thoroughly he'd claimed us both.Ray's eyes opened slowly, a lazy, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Mornin', girls." His voice was gravelly with sleep and renewed hunger. He squeezed my hip, then reached over to pinch Lena's nipple, rolling it between his thick fingers until she moaned awake."Uncle Ray..." Lena purred, stretching like a cat. She slid her hand down his chest, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and

The summer heat clung to the old family cabin like a second skin, thick and unrelenting. My sister Lena and I had driven up to Uncle Ray's place for what we thought would be a quiet weekend away from the city—two weeks after our parents' divorce, nerves frayed, needing escape. At twenty-two and twenty-four, we were old enough to know better, but young enough to crave the forbidden thrill of it all.Uncle Ray greeted us at the door in a faded tank top and shorts, his broad shoulders still muscled from years of construction work, silver threading through his dark hair. He'd always been the handsome one in the family, the one who made our aunts blush and our mother roll her eyes. "Girls," he drawled, pulling us both into a hug that lingered a beat too long, his big hands warm against our backs. "Damn, you've grown."That first night, after too much wine on the porch, the air shifted. Lena and I shared the big guest bed, giggling about old memories, when the door creaked open. Ray stood t

Angel woke up in the middle of the night to Mavin’s fingers already inside her. She was on her side, one leg hooked over his thigh, and his thick fingers were slowly pumping in and out of her cum-filled pussy. The room was dark except for the city lights glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows.“Daddy…” she moaned sleepily, pushing back against his hand.“Shh, baby. Daddy needs this pussy again,” he growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to make her gasp.He had already fucked her twice before they fell asleep, but here he was, hard as steel and ready for more. Angel reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slowly. He was still slick from their earlier rounds.Mavin pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one smooth thrust. Angel cried out as he stretched her again. Even after hours of fucking, she still felt that delicious burn.He fucked her slow and deep in spoon position, one hand choking her lightly while the

Angel’s body was already humming before she even stepped into Mavin’s penthouse. He had sent the driver again with a short message: *Come now. Don’t wear anything under the coat.*She obeyed. The silk coat rubbed against her naked skin the whole ride up, making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. When the door opened, Mavin didn’t waste time. He pulled her inside, slammed the door, and shoved her against the wall so hard the painting rattled.“Been thinking about this tight little body all day,” he growled, ripping the coat open. His hands were everywhere — squeezing her tits, slapping her ass, sliding two thick fingers straight into her soaked cunt.“Daddy…” Angel moaned, legs shaking instantly.He finger-fucked her fast and rough, curling deep while his mouth attacked her neck, sucking fresh marks into her skin. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch.”Angel came hard within minutes, gushing down his hand with a loud cry. Mavin didn’t let her recover. He threw her over his shoulder and ca

Angel woke up the next morning in Mavin’s huge bed, her body sore in the best way. Her pussy still felt swollen and used from the night before. Cum had dried on her inner thighs. She stretched like a cat, smiling when she felt Mavin’s strong arm pull her back against his chest.“Morning, baby,” he growled in her ear, his morning wood pressing hard against her ass. “Daddy’s already hard for you.”Before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach and pushed her legs apart. No foreplay. He slid his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust. Angel moaned loud into the pillow as he started fucking her slow and heavy.“Fuck… Daddy,” she gasped.Mavin gripped her hips and picked up speed, pounding her into the mattress. The bed shook. He slapped her ass hard, leaving fresh red marks over the ones from last night.“This pussy belongs to me,” he said between thrusts. “Say it.”“It’s yours, Daddy! Only yours!”He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while railing her. Angel

Angel’s hands shook a little as she stood outside the tall glass building. Mavin had sent a driver for her after her shift. No club tonight. Just his place. She wore a short black dress with nothing underneath, just like he ordered. Her pussy was already wet from the anticipation, thighs rubbing together in the elevator as it climbed to the penthouse.The door opened before she could knock. Mavin stood there in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing those strong forearms. His eyes raked over her body like he wanted to eat her alive.“Get in,” he said, voice low.The second the door closed, he pushed her against it. His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and hungry. One hand slid under her dress and cupped her bare pussy.“Already soaked,” he growled against her lips. “Such a needy little stripper for Daddy.”“Yes, Daddy,” Angel moaned as two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. He finger-fucked her right there against the door, fast and deep. Her legs trembled. She held ont

The mountain cabin smelled of pine and old woodsmoke. My stepsister Claire and I had come up for a long weekend with Dad and Uncle Paul—our stepfather’s younger brother. At twenty-one and twenty-two, we knew exactly what this trip was really about. The lingering touches at family dinners, the shared glances, the late-night texts that started innocent and turned filthy. Dad (Mark) and Uncle Paul had been sharing women for years. Now they wanted us.We barely made it through dinner. Paul poured wine while Mark’s hand rested high on my thigh under the table. Claire’s cheeks were already flushed. When the plates were cleared, Mark stood up, voice low and commanding.“Bedroom. Both of you. Clothes off.”The master bedroom had a massive bed and mirrors on two walls. We stripped slowly, letting them watch. Claire’s full breasts and soft curves. My tighter body and long legs. The men undressed too—both in their late forties, muscular from years of manual work, cocks already hard and thick. Ma

The lake house had always been a place for family reunions, but this summer it became something far more intimate. My sister Sophie and I—twins at twenty-three—had been invited by our uncles, Marcus and Derek, for a “private getaway” while our parents were overseas. The brothers were in their mid-forties, both tall and powerfully built from years running their construction business. Marcus, the older one, had a commanding presence with short-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and a deep voice that made decisions. Derek was slightly leaner, with mischievous eyes and a wicked smile that promised trouble.We arrived on Friday evening. The moment the door closed behind us, the air thickened. No pretending. The uncles had always looked at us a little too long during holidays, and Sophie and I had confessed our shared fantasies about them more than once.“Girls,” Marcus said, pulling us both into a crushing hug. His big hand slid down to cup my ass possessively. “You’re ours this week.”Derek gri

The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.Victor was 48, broad-chested from years of manual labor on his property, with salt-and-pepper hair and hands that looked capable of both building fences and breaking girls. He’d been the cool, slightly dangerous uncle who always lingered a little too long during family hugs.“Emma. Mia,” he said, voice low as he pulled us inside. His palms brushed the small of our backs. “You’re both even more beautiful than I remembered.”That first evening passed in charged small talk and too much bourbon on the porch swing. By midnight,

Precious woke up on the last morning completely wrecked. Her body was covered in dried cum, bite marks, and red handprints. Her pussy and ass throbbed with that deep, used ache, but it only made her hungry for more. She was lying between the three Daddies in the huge bed, their strong bodies pressed against her.John was the first to open his eyes. He pulled her on top of him immediately, his thick cock already rock hard against her stomach.“Morning, little girl,” he growled. “One last time before we leave. Daddy needs to feel you.”He didn’t wait. He lifted her hips and sank her down on his cock in one smooth motion. Precious moaned loudly as he filled her sore pussy. Luke moved behind her and pushed two fingers into her ass, stretching her while John started thrusting up hard.James knelt beside them and shoved his cock into her mouth. “That’s it. Take all your Daddies one more time.”They used her like that for a long while. John fucking her pussy deep, Luke fingering her ass, Jam

Precious could barely walk the next evening when she arrived at the private penthouse suite the three men had booked for the weekend. Her body was still sore from the night before and that intense morning session, but the ache only made her wetter. She wore a short red dress with no panties, just like John had texted her.The second she stepped inside, the energy shifted. All three Daddies were waiting.John grabbed her first, pulling her against his chest. “Missed this little body,” he growled before kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth.Luke came up behind her and immediately slid his big hand under her dress, cupping her bare pussy. “Already dripping. Such a greedy girl for your Daddies.”James smirked from the couch. “Strip. Slowly.”Precious obeyed, peeling the dress off her body until she stood completely naked in front of them. Her nipples were hard, her thighs shiny with her arousal.“On your knees,” John commanded.She dropped instantly. The three men surrounded he

Precious woke up the next morning tangled between the three men, her body aching in the most delicious way. Cum had dried on her thighs, her tits, and her chin. Her pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but that only made her wet again.John was the first to stir. He pulled her on top of him, her back against his chest. Without a word, he spread her legs wide and pushed his thick morning wood straight into her sore pussy.“Morning, baby,” he growled in her ear as he started thrusting up into her. “Daddy needs this cunt again.”Precious moaned loudly, her head falling back on his shoulder. Luke woke up and moved between her spread legs. He licked her clit while John fucked her from below, his tongue flicking fast and messy.James watched for a moment, stroking his hard cock, then knelt beside her face. “Open.”She took him into her mouth, sucking greedily as the other two worked her body. The pleasure was overwhelming. John’s deep thrusts, Luke’s hungry tongue, and James’s cock stretchi

Hazel POVI didn’t sleep that night.The hospital lights were too bright, the beeping machines too loud. Lucas lay in the bed with bandages around his ribs and stitches on his lip. Mom sat beside him, holding his hand, her cheek swollen and purple. I stayed curled up in the plastic chair, one hand protectively over my belly, the other clenched into a fist.By morning, the doctor said Lucas would be okay, but he needed rest. No more work for at least two weeks. The police had come and gone — another “random home invasion,” they called it. I didn’t correct them. What could I say? Your Alpha King’s fiancée is trying to destroy my family?No one would believe me.But I knew the truth.As soon as visiting hours started, I left the hospital. My hands were still shaking as I took the bus to the city center. Rage burned through the fear now — hot, unstoppable. I was done being scared. Done hiding. Done letting Callie hurt the people I loved.Royal Corporations Tower rose in front of me like a

Hazel POVThe house was quiet that night, the kind of quiet that usually brought comfort. Mom had made vegetable soup again — thin but warm. Lucas joked weakly about his bruises while we ate, trying to make us laugh. I forced smiles and pretended everything was normal, but my hand kept drifting to my belly under the table. The baby had been fluttering lately, tiny movements that made my heart both swell and ache with fear.After dinner, Mom went to bed early. Lucas stayed up watching an old movie with me on the couch, his swollen lip still healing. I kept checking the windows and doors, double-checking the locks. The threatening message from earlier still burned in my mind.“You okay, sis?” Lucas asked during a quiet scene.I nodded. “Just tired.”He didn’t believe me, but he let it go. Around eleven, he finally went to his room. I stayed on the couch a little longer, too anxious to sleep. Eventually, exhaustion won. I curled up under a thin blanket and drifted off.A loud crash woke

Hazel POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen table while I was washing dishes.I dried my hands on a towel and picked it up. The message was from an unknown number. When I opened it, my blood ran cold.“Tell your brother to watch his back. Next time we won’t stop at bruises. Stay away from Alpha Asher or your whole family pays. We know where you live.”A photo was attached — Lucas’s bruised face from yesterday, taken from across the street. My hands started shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone.This wasn’t a random attack. This was Callie. It had to be.I felt sick. Not just morning sickness sick — deep, bone-chilling fear. They knew where we lived. They were watching us.I couldn’t breathe. Mom was in the living room folding clothes. Lucas was resting in his room, still sore from the beating. If anything else happened to them because of me…I had to end this.Before I could think too clearly, I grabbed my jacket and slipped out of the house. I took the bus straight to the city cen

Callie POVI couldn’t sleep.All night, the image of that pathetic girl throwing my money back in my face played on repeat in my head. The way she had looked at me—defiant, unafraid—made my blood boil. And Asher… the way he had warned me to stay away from her, like I was the problem.Me.His future wife.By morning, my fury had hardened into something colder. Sharper.I sat at my vanity, brushing my long hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Nylah lounged on the chaise across the room, scrolling through her phone.“I want her punished,” I said quietly.Nylah looked up, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “How bad?”“Not enough to bring attention to us,” I replied. “Just enough to scare her. Start with her brother. He works at that cheap garage on the east side. Send some thugs. Make it look like a random attack. Rough him up a little. Break a few things. I want her to understand that getting close to Asher has consequences.”Nylah’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Consider it done.

I couldn’t stop shaking with rage.The red Ferrari roared through the city streets as I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. That cheap little bitch had thrown my money in my face. In my face! And Asher… Asher had defended her. He had warned me—actually warned me—to stay away from her.Me. His fiancée.The humiliation burned hotter than anything I had ever felt. I had never been rejected like this. Never been pushed aside for some nobody from the slums.By the time I reached the Voss family estate, my blood was boiling. I stormed into my private sitting room and slammed the door so hard a painting rattled on the wall.Nylah was already there, lounging on the sofa with her phone. She looked up, eyebrows raised. “What happened to you?”“That girl,” I spat. “The one Asher dragged into his car at the track. I found her waiting by his Maybach like she owned it. I tried to put her in her place and she threw my money back at me!”Nylah sat up straighter, eyes gleam

Alpha Asher POVThe penthouse was quiet when I returned. Too quiet. The city lights glittered far below the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed them. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stood at the glass wall, staring out at nothing.Hazel’s face kept flashing in my mind—pale after the race, eyes red from crying, the way she had thrown Callie’s money back at her and walked away without looking back.I had dragged her into my chaos again. And once more, she had paid the price.I pulled out my phone and dialed Jaden.He answered on the first ring. “Sir.”“Dig deeper into Hazel Hudson,” I said, voice low. “I want everything. Family, finances, daily life, her mother, her brother—every detail. Don’t miss anything.”There was a short pause. “Understood. I’ll have the report ready by morning.”I ended the call and downed the whiskey in one burning swallow.Sleep didn’t come easily that night. When it did, I dreamed of her small figure standing in front of my car, water bottle