Novels by Liah🥰

This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a reckoning. Of every boundary you swore you’d never cross. Of every secret you kept locked behind polite smiles and crossed legs. Of the last fragile thread of shame you were clinging to. These aren’t gentle romances. They’re possessions. Each chapter is slow, deliberate, unraveling pages that dare you to keep reading while your pulse hammers and your thighs clench under the table. Because the moment you open this book, you’re already wet. Already aching. Already wondering how far you’ll let it go. You won’t stop. You can’t stop. This is where good girls are ruined in broad daylight. Where your best friend’s older brother corners you in the hallway and makes you drip down your own legs with nothing but whispered filth. Where your married professor keeps you after class, bends you over his desk, and teaches you exactly what “extra credit” really costs. Where your stepfather stops pretending he doesn’t see the way you look at him… and finally takes what’s been his all along. They don’t ask. They claim. They break you open with dark eyes and rough hands and low, commanding voices that turn your “no” into a moan before it even leaves your throat. They’ll make you crawl. Make you beg. Make you come so hard you forget your own name while they remind you exactly whose you are now. You’ll feel guilty. You’ll feel filthy. You’ll feel alive. So keep the door locked. Keep your hand between your thighs. And baby? Be warned: you’re going to need more than one towel by the final page. Because this book doesn’t just fuck with your mind. It ruins you for anyone else.