Novels by Elite

Isabella’s POVI knelt before Father Lucian in the quiet rectory, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.The air felt thick with incense and sin. My knees pressed into the worn wooden floor as I looked up at him — this man of God, this priest who was supposed to guide my soul, not corrupt it.His hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip.“You don’t have to do this, Isabella,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. “You can still walk away. Confess your thoughts and leave this room pure.”But his eyes told a different story. They were dark with hunger, fixed on my mouth like he was already imagining it wrapped around him.I should have stood up. I should have run back to the cathedral and begged God for forgiveness.Instead, I whispered, “I don’t want to walk away, Father.”A low groan escaped him. He unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, then slowly lowered his black trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and already leakin

Isabella’s POV.The cathedral bells rang softly in the distance as I knelt in the front pew, rosary beads slipping through my fingers like a lifeline.I had come here every evening since I was a little girl. This place with its towering stained-glass windows, the scent of incense, and the quiet echo of prayers had always felt like home. Safe. Pure. A sanctuary from the noise of the outside world.But tonight, something felt different.Father Lucian had arrived three weeks ago to take over the parish. He was younger than the old priest. He's only thirty-two with sharp, handsome features, dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead, and eyes that seemed to see straight through a person’s soul. The congregation whispered about him. Some said he was too charismatic. Others said he was exactly what our aging cathedral needed.I tried not to notice him too much but it was impossible.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered under my breath, repeating the familiar words of confe

Sophia's POV. The door burst open with a loud bang.A woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene: me being pressed against the wall, my skirt bunched around my waist, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, his hand still gripping my hip from behind.For a moment, time froze. Then chaos erupted.“What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and rage.Professor Voss pulled out of me quickly, but he didn’t scramble to hide. He simply tucked himself away and stepped in front of me protectively, shielding my half-naked body from her view.“Elise,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “This isn’t the time.”He sounded like he knew her already. Who's she?“Not the time?” She laughed bitterly, stepping further into the office. “I come to surprise my husband at work and find him fucking one of his students? Against the wall? Are you serious right now, Elias?”I quickly pulled my skirt down, my hands shaking

Sophia's POV. I woke up the next morning deliciously sore.My body ached in the most filthy, satisfying ways. My pussy was tender and swollen, my ass still throbbed from how thoroughly Professor Voss had ruined it the night before, and my thighs felt sticky even after my shower last night. I lay in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of what we had done.The way he had bent me over his desk. The brutal, relentless way he had fucked my ass while forcing me to watch my own reflection. The deep, guttural groan he made when he flooded my tightest hole with his cum. The way he had held me afterward, almost tenderly, like I was something precious and filthy at the same time.A small, secret smile curved my lips. I should have felt ashamed, guilty, terrified of what I was becoming. Instead, I felt alive.I stretched slowly, wincing at the deep ache between my legs, and finally dragged myself out of bed. The morning light filtered through my curtains, sof

Sophia's POV. His kiss consumed me. His mouth moved against mine with raw, desperate hunger, our tongues tangling as he thrust deep into my pussy again. I was still on his desk, my legs spread wide, my skirt bunched around my waist. Every powerful stroke made the desk creak beneath me. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, claiming me completely. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders as he fucked me harder. The emotional weight of his confession, the pain in his voice when he spoke about his wife only made this moment more intense. I wanted to drown his sadness. I wanted to make him feel wanted. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my lips, “You feel so fucking good. This tight little student pussy was made for my cock.” Then he was kissing me again, swallowing my moans as he pounded into me. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the office. I was dripping down my thighs, my arousal mixing

Sophia's POV.Professor Voss’s phone buzzed in the quiet room. He pulled it out from his pocket and rejected the call without even glancing at the screen.It rang again seconds later. He rejected it again. It rang immediately a third time. Still, he rejected it.“It's okay, Sir... you can take your call,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.“It’s unimportant,” he replied, his tone ragged, almost bitter.I stayed quiet for a while, my body still pressed against his, his cum slowly leaking from my ass. But a thought kept circling in my mind, growing heavier with every passing second. What if that was his wife? What if she was at home right now, waiting for him, while I was here letting her husband fuck my ass in his office like a desperate whore?Guilt struck me so heavily I felt my heart split open.“Sir...” I called shakily, pulling back just enough to look at him. “I’m sorry but... I think... I think we should end this.”I saw the shift in his expression immediately — sur

Jane's POV. I woke up the following morning with his words in my ears, "I'm sorry."I heaved a heavy sigh as I sat up. Those words weren't enough to atone for all the wrong things he did to me. I glanced at my alarm clock and gasped. I was gonna be late for work if I don't get out of bed now. Quickly, I scrambled out of bed, dashing into the bathroom immediately. After a quick bath, I put on something classic, corporate yet comfy. There was no time for breakfast but I wouldn't dare to miss breakfast. Not when I have a child in my belly. I rushed out of my bedroom and froze at the door, my whole body going still instantly. Slowly, I crouched to the floor in front of him. God, I can't believe he slept here at the door, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, his body all coiled up and his head badly placed. I hissed under my breath and reached out to placed his head properly and I flinched as soon as I touched him. He was so cold. Without thinking, I rushed back into m

Adrian's POV. I don't know what happened with me but I went crazy seeing him... him and her... I couldn't bear it. I claimed her lips softly, shutting my eyes. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. I pressed closer to her, feeling her soft body against my hard one. Her lips trembled softly against mine, and that tiny reaction alone nearly destroyed whatever sanity I had left.God.For three years I had lived beside this woman without truly touching her heart, and now one kiss felt like drowning.I deepened the kiss carefully, afraid that if I moved too fast she would disappear again.Jane's fingers curled weakly against my shirt, and my chest tightened painfully.She kissed me back, not fully, not completely but enough to make my mind go blank. Enough to make hope bloom dangerously inside me.My hand slid carefully to her waist, pulling her slightly closer, and a soft sound escaped her lips before she suddenly stiffened as reality hit her.I felt the exact moment it retu

Jane's POV.I focused solely on my already soggy bowl of noodles. Ethan sat with me on the couch but there was a meaningful distance between us. A very meaningful one. We hadn't said a word to each other since he confessed his feelings to me a while ago.The doorbell rang and I sprang up quickly to get it, thankful the distraction. I opened the door and froze. "You?" "Hi darling," he flashed me a bright smile, pushing past me into my apartment. What?!I closed the door and followed right behind him instantly. "Adrian, are you —""Mmmm," he nodded in understanding. "I see that you're busy," he said, taking in the papers on the table. "Exactly as I predicted," he added as his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles. What the hell did he predict?"And I'm here to help you get that fixed," he finished with a smile. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he gave me an even wider smile that formed a knot in my stomach. "Adrian, get out!" I spat, more exhausted than angry. "Yeah, I will," he agree

Adrian's POV. I slid my phone back into my pocket. If being creepy is gonna get me Jane, then I don't mind. "Adrian?" I heard that familiar, unmistakable voice. One of the voices I really don't want to hear right now. I turned to find her approaching me with hurried steps, as if I might disappear if she wasn't fast enough. "Thank goodness I met you here," she said as she stopped in front of me. "I went to the Blackwood estate many times, they told me you moved out. I don't see you at the company, and you no longer answer my calls. What is going on, Adrian?" I gazed at her for a few seconds before I finally spoke. "I'm no longer the CEO of Blackwood Holdings, and I'm a soon to be father who is busy taking care of his family.""You divorced her!" Her voice raised slightly as if trying to assert a fact on me."Which is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life," I retorted. She seemed shock. "Adrian..." her voice dropped as she stepped closer to me. "Adrian, this isn't what yo

Jane's POV."Okay!" Ethan exclaimed as he placed the steaming bowl of noodles on the table. I stared up at him through my eyelashes. "Really? A bowl of noodles after the 'I'm gonna cook you something spectacular' rant?" He'd filled up ears all the way back from work about how he was gonna cook me something spectacular for dinner that I didn't really expect the something spectacular would turn out to be a bowl of noodles.He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I guess so."I burst into laughter immediately. He was so damn cute at the moment. I stood up, and walked to him with laughter still painting my lips. Raising my hand to his cheek, I wiped of the flour he had there. "How come you have flour smeared on your face, did you bake the noodles?" I laughed. As I pulled my hand from his face, he held it still. His fingers tightened around mine gently, like he was scared I’d pull away if he held too hard.The laughter slowly faded from my lips."Ethan..." I called softly, confus

Adrian's POV.For a moment, I thought I had struck a cord in her until she turned and walked away but at least with everything I gave to her. I smiled to myself. At least, she didn't give me an outburst like she always did.The pest looked at me with eyes shooting daggers. With a calm yet provoking smirk, I walked away. As soon as I got away from the crowd, I pulled out my phone from my jacket, and put a call on Lena. She picked up on the first ring."God! Lena, it worked!" I was so excited. "Told ya," she chuckled from the other end of the line. I had called her earlier today after retrieving my phone from Jane's apartment, and told her I wanted to do something for Jane but didn't know what to do.She told me what to do, helped me with some of it, and boosted my confidence. "Thank you so much, Lena," I was really grateful to her, you could hear it from my voice."It's nothing, sir," she responded. "You can always call on me whenever you need help.""Of course," I nodded, even t

Dua hummed a song as Belle helped with dressing her hair.Belle smiled, "you seem to be in a really good mood, my lady.""Of course, victory would be mine tonight." Dua replied, and resumed her humming again. She had spent the last two days touring the whole castle, and mastering the whole place.Belle stiffened at Dua's reply, a shiver running down her spine. "Don't do anything you'll end up regretting, my lady." "Okay," Dua replied.With Dua fully dressed, they made their way to the dinning room for breakfast with Dua skipping, and humming, her steps filled with dance that it got the servants and guards whispering.As the guards opened the doors to the dinning room, they heard a voice from behind. "You look too happy for someone who'll die soon."Dua turned to find Reya some feet away from her, accompanied by some maids. Dua sighed tiredly, her body coming to a still. "Hey, Reya," she began. "If you're mad at me because you think I took donkey brain from you the other night then

Dua opened her eyes. Steadying her sight within seconds, she went out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.Coming back out in minutes after relieving herself, her eyes caught sight of a figure in the dark extreme of the room. Jolting in fear, Dua quickly grabbed a candle, and pointed it in the direction to find Alexander there, sitting in the dark, looking so intense.Dua sighed in relief, yelling at him right after. "Hey!" He simply raised his eyes to look at her."And why do you look like you're about to fight a war?" She hissed. "If you cannot fall asleep then why did you come here? You should have stayed with your lady Reya as planned." "This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Alexander replied."This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Dua mimicked him while making faces at him. "Royalties and the way they always feel like God," she hissed, rolling her eyes.Turning away from him, she set the candle back down i

The police station building loomed heavily over Mia. With slow heavy steps, she walked in. "I... I'm here to file a report of a missing person," she said to an officer at the counter. "Is it an adult or a child?" The officer asked. "My kid sister," Mia answered, her voice shaky, her eyes turning wet with tears. "Oh, a child," the officer said, writing something down."25 years," Mia corrected, and the officer raised his head to look at her. "She's 25 years old." "Oh," the police officer nodded. "I see.""How long has she been missing?" He asked."Since last night," Mia answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what happened before she went missing? Any strange attitude from her? Was there a fight? Did something happen? Where did she say she was going?" The police officer asked. Mia heaved a long sigh. "We... I asked her to go get our father's meds. She needed to buy fresh ones... and we had a little argument before she left.""I see," the officer nodded again. "Given th

Dua sank into the bath tub filled with warm, soapy water with scented oils. "Ah!" She moaned, sinking deeper into the tub. "That hit the spot." She sat up again as the memory of the whole day flashed before her— routes, paths, places in the castle. "Just one more tour tomorrow, and my escape plan is set," she smiled. "I'll finally get to leave this place forever." She stood up, and climbed out the bath tub, entering the main shower area to rinse off. She turned on the shower, letting the cool water pour on her, soothing her pent up muscles. "They'll be looking for me by now," she heaved a sigh, suddenly remembering her family. The water streamed down her skin in steady rivulets, washing away the lingering tension of the day, but not the thoughts crowding her mind."Dad…" her voice softened, almost lost beneath the sound of the shower. "I'm sorry…"Her eyes closed briefly, her shoulders dropping as the weight of everything pressed down on her chest.Then the door opened. Dua didn

"Dad! I'm home!" Mia announced as she stepped into the house. "Dua!" Her father's frail voice rang out from the other room.Mia rolled her eyes as she made her way into her father's bedroom. "Dad, it's me. Do you not know the difference between Dua's voice and mine? I'm so disappointed," she sulked."I'm sorry, dear, I thought you were Dua," her father apologized. "It's fine," Mia waved it off, as she walked closer to him."Where is Dua?" He asked."Isn't Dua home?" Mia asked in return. Silence reigned between the two, both of them staring at each other. "Did you fight with her again this morning before she left work?" Her father asked. "Dad!!" Mia exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration. "Why does everything always circle back to me whenever Dua is involved?"Her father didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at her, long and quiet, like he was searching her face for something she wasn’t saying.Mia shifted under his gaze."I’m asking a simple question," he said finally, h

"Let's go," Dua ordered, her eyes sparkled with excitement and determination. "Where, my lady?" Belle asked. "Tour," Dua answered."But that's what we've done all day," Belle reminded her. "And did we tour up the whole castle?" Dua asked."No, my lady," Belle replied, lowering her gaze."Good," Dua nodded. "So let's finish it up." "We can do it tomorrow, my lady," Belle offered. "You've just returned from dinner, and you've had your bath. The next thing for you to do is to go to bed." "Are you the one giving me orders now?" Dua questioned. "But—""We're leaving now," Dua said with finalty, turning away from the doors of Alexander's bedroom. Belle sighed heavily, shaking her head. She wondered why Dua was so obsessed with knowing the whole castle, but little did she know that Dua had her own plans up her sleeves. They turned away, continuing the tour as Belle showed her different places, and what they were meant for. Dua slowed her steps as they turned into another corridor, h