Novels by S. Ley

AUDENI was driving through the crowded streets, my hands loose on the steering wheel of my SUV, when a flash of familiar dark hair caught my attention. It was Mireya. And right next to her, gripping her forearm in a alleyway entrance, was her shithead boyfriend, Phills.They were quarreling, and it didn't look good at all. His face was flushed with anger, his mouth moving in sharp, aggressive bursts as he shoved his phone directly in front of her face. Mireya yanked her arm back, her posture rigid, her chin tilted up defensively despite the obvious panic in her eyes.I should have minded my business. I should have pressed my foot onto the gas pedal and driven straight to my next meeting. She was a young woman dealing with boyfriend drama, and I was a man with an empire to run. But the raw, unyielding memory of her skin beneath my hands from the night before flashed behind my eyes.I parked my car abruptly at the curb, threw the door open, and walked straight toward them, seeing and

MIREYAI pulled open the doors of the restaurant, I spotted Phills sitting at a corner booth, looking exceptionally sharp in his designer blazer. I walked over and took my seat across from him."Mireya, baby! There you are," Phills said, his face lighting up with a brilliant, dazzling smile.He reached across the table, taking my hand and kissing the knuckles with an act that was all sweet and lovely. "I was starting to worry. You looked so pale when I saw you on the street earlier. Are you feeling better?""I'm fine, Philemon," I murmured, forcing a tight smile onto my face as I pulled my hand back under the guise of looking at the menu.A waiter stepped up to our table, holding a notepad. He smiled warmly at me, but the exact second his eyes met Phills, the young man completely tensed up. A flash of panic crossed the waiter's features, his fingers gripping the notepad so hard the paper crumpled.Phills smiled right back at him, a dark, knowing glint in his eyes. "Good evening, Marcu

MIREYAYsa stared at her father, her mouth parting in shock. The aggressive, demanding posture she had held a second ago evaporated completely. Around us, the few maids and house staff who had gathered in the hallways shrank back into the shadows, terrified of the man standing at the base of the stairs."Dad?" Ysa stammered, her voice suddenly high and defensive. "I... I didn't know you were back from your business trip. Your assistant said you wouldn't be landing until tomorrow night.""Clearly," he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "If I had known my absence would turn my home into a screaming match, I would have returned sooner. I have spoiled you entirely too much, Ysabel.""Dad, that's not fair, Mireya was—""Silence," he commanded, a low, dangerous rumble that instantly cut her off. "You have become entirely too spoiled. Is this how I raised you to behave? Shouting at a staff? Thomas is older than you, yet you stand here hall treating him like a man with no resp

MIREYABefore I could open my mouth and say anything, he turned me around.“Wait—”My protest died in my throat as everything happened too quickly. He cornered me against the wood of the door, as he raised my skirt up. He shift my pant one side.“Mr. Rothwell…”He didn’t answer. The room suddenly felt too small, my thoughts tangled between panic, desire, and the lingering effects of the drug Ysa had given me. I felt his cock pressed inside of me… gosh.“This is wrong,” I whispered, my hands pressing against door, as I tried to create space I didn't actually want.His hands tightened around me, pinning my arms. “Then tell me to stop.”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The fire in my blood was screaming louder than my conscience. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the guilt out of my mind. This was supposed to be my best friend’s father. I shouldn’t have been here, and I shouldn’t have wanted any of this. Yet my body betrayed every sensible thought in my head.He th

MIREYAMy body is heating, I’m horny, and want to get laid. All these symptoms are symptoms of the Lust Drug.I was given a Lust Drug by my best friend in order to lure me into bed with her family butler. She’s doing this because of Phills, my shithead boyfriend.Ysa wants everything I have. She stole my toys when we were kids, she copied my clothes in school, she copied my hairstyle, and now she wants my boyfriend. She likes Phills, and she wants him all to herself. But the day Phills asked me to be his girlfriend instead of her, my best friend Ysa got jealous.I touch the drippy substance flowing from my legs, and realized I’m wet. My underwear is completely soaked through, sticking to my skin as the heat waves crash over my abdomen. Every breath feels like swallowing fire. The room is spinning, the walls closing in, but the ache between my thighs is the only thing that feels real. It throbs with a terrifying intensity, demanding a release I can barely comprehend."Mireya, stop figh