Novels by Favy Beeee

Hazel“I need to fuck you,” he said, his voice thick with hunger as he tore a condom wrapper. “Tell me you want it.”“I want it,” I gasped, still reeling. “I want you to fuck me.”“How?” His fingers teased my entrance, slick and ready. “Tell me how you want it.”“Hard,” I said, the word spilling out before I could think. “Fuck me hard.”He groaned, low and dangerous. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”His hands gripped my hips, lifting them slightly, the ropes keeping my legs spread. I felt the tip of his cock against me, thick and teasing as he rubbed it against my clit.“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.“Yes,” I said desperately. “Now, Dylan, please.”He thrust into me in one deep, brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the stretch intense, overwhelming, perfect. The ropes held me open, making every inch of him feel massive and consuming.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming in again, hard enough to make my body jolt. “You feel so fucking good.”

HazelThe next morning, I woke up, alone again. A note waited on the bedside table, written in sharp, bold ink:'Hazel, meet Dylan at the pavilion at noon. Let go with him. He’ll take you somewhere new. –Leona'My pulse quickened. Dylan. The third man from the first day, with his eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. Noon was close. I showered quickly, the hot water doing nothing to quell the anxiety I was feeling about meeting the last new guy, and slipped into another of the robes placed in the wardrobe.Dylan leaned against a pillar, tall and lean. Blond hair fell messily over his forehead, and his blue eyes glinted with a dangerous edge. His lips curved into a smirk as I approached, confident and enticing.“Hazel,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You showed up. That’s bold.”“Did you think I wouldn't? Leona’s note said to trust you,” I said, holding up the crumpled paper. “So here I am.”He stepped closer, his gaze raking over me. “Trust is a start. But today’s about g

HazelI woke up tangled in the sheets, my head spinning. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then I remembered. Chase. When I opened my eyes, he was gone. A note rested on the pillow.'Hazel, thank you for trusting me. Today is about something different. Marvin is waiting for you when you’re ready. –Chase'After a shower, I put on the simple white robe someone had left hanging by the door. I found Marvin in a smaller room. He stood by the window, staring out at the ocean. When he turned, his eyes softened.“Morning,” he said, his voice warm. “You slept well?”“I did,” I said honestly. “Better than I have in… God, I don’t even know.”“That’s good.” He walked toward me, hands in his pockets. “Chase told me you were brave last night.”I laughed under my breath. “I don’t know about brave. I think I was just desperate.”“Desperation can lead to the best kind of freedom.” He studied my face. “How are you feeling now?”“Nervous,” I admitted. “And… curious.”“Perfect.” He stepped closer,

HazelI hadn’t even unpacked my bag before I began questioning every single life decision that led me here. The cold breeze hit me the second I stepped off the boat.A woman in a flowing dress met me.“Hazel, right?” she said, like she’d been expecting me for years. “Welcome to Sex Island.”“Yeah… that’s me,” I said, gripping the handle of my small suitcase.“I’m Leona. You’re going to love it here. It’s different from anything you’ve ever done, but that’s the point.” She stated with a friendly smile.We walked a path toward a massive white villa.“There still time to turn back?” I half-joked.“You could,” Leona said. “But I don’t think you will.”The villa was gorgeous. White walls, clean and inviting. It all felt like a dream I wasn’t sure I was allowed to have. I wasn’t that woman. I was the divorced woman. The one who'd lost herself in her marriage and decided to find her way back.Leona led me into a lounge. Three men stood near the windows. I almost turned around but then one of

AndeeaHe tightened the scarf around my wrists and tugged me toward the headboard, securing my there.“You ready for this?” he murmured, his hands roaming my body.“Yes,” I whispered, my body aching for him. “Do it.”He flipped me onto my stomach, my ass up in the air. “Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he growled, his fingers teasing my ass.“Jacob,” I gasped. “Be gentle.”“No,” he countered, his voice rough. “You want it hard. Don’t lie.”I bit my lip, my body tensing as he pressed against my ass. He pushed in, slow at first, stretching me, the burn intense.“Fuckkk,” he groaned.“Jacob,” I gasped, my body adjusting, the pain mixing with pleasure. “Go slow.”He didn’t. He thrust in hard, making me cry out.“Quiet,” he ordered, gripping my hips. “You don’t want to wake the neighbors.”I nodded, biting the pillow as he fucked my ass brutally, each thrust pushing me forward. “You love this,” he growled. “Don’t you?”“Yes,” I sobbed, the intensity overwhelming. “I love it.”He pulled

AndreaRachel's knock on my door woke me up the following morning, her voice bright. “Andrea! We’re heading to my mom’s for a playdate. The kids are so excited.”I sat up, looking around the room and smoothing my hair, before I moved to open the door and forced a smile.“Sounds fun. Need me to do anything?”“No, you settle in,” she said, her smile warm. “You’ve got the day to unpack, make the room yours. We’ll be back tonight.”“Thanks,” I said, her trust stabbing me. “Have a great time.”As she led Mia and Charlie out, I caught Jacob’s eye in the kitchen. His gaze was hungry, a silent hint of what was coming. The door clicked shut, and the house fell silent, leaving me alone with him.I turned and headed to the bathroom immediately, needing a shower to clear my head. I was free— no Rachel, no kids, no reason to hold back. The thought made my pulse race, my body already anticipating him.The shower door slid open abruptly, and I gasped, turning to see Jacob, naked.“Jacob,” I said, m

Isadora“So unbelievable,” I muttered to myself as I walked into the estate’s private bar.The place was quiet and empty. Just what I needed.I reached behind the counter and pulled down the first bottle I could see. Vodka. I grabbed a glass and poured a way more than a reasonable amount, then downed it like water.My throat burned. Good. I refilled. Again, and again.I rested my head against the cool marble of the counter, eyes closed, my head spinning slightly.I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it. And Viktor.Damn Viktor.“Putting things in my head,” I whispered again.I didn’t even hear the door swing open.“Isa?”I turned. Slowly.Talk about the devil. Viktor stood in the doorway. “I figured I’d find you here.”“You followed me?”“Not exactly. Heard the voices earlier. And then the slam.”“You heard us arguing?”He stepped closer. “The whole damn house nearly heard it.”I exhaled and turned back to the counter.“You okay?”I laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”He came closer an

Isadora“She said I what?”“You heard me,” I snapped. “She said you invited her.”He looked stunned. “I didn’t.”I folded my arms. “You’re gonna stand there and lie to my face?”“I’m not lying.”“She said it like it was nothing.”He stepped forward. “I swear to you, I didn’t invite her.”I scoffed. “You think I’m an idiot?”“No. Isa, come on.”I moved around him, pacing. “So let me get this straight— you didn’t invite her, and yet I overheard both of you in the hallway? That was your voice, Ivan. And hers. Talking.”His jaw flexed. “Okay. Yes. I spoke to her. She showed up and pulled me aside. I was caught off guard.”“Then why the hell did you lie when I asked who you were talking to? Why act like I was imagining things?”“Because I knew exactly how this would go!”“You mean I’d be pissed? Yeah, imagine that. Imagine being mad that the man I’m with is whispering in corners with a woman he used to fuck at my goddamn birthday.”“Isa—”“No, don’t ‘Isa’ me right now.”“I was trying to pr

Isadora“I swear, it was her,” I said, sliding into the booth beside Mariana. “Same woman from the salon.”Mariana turned to face me, brow raised. “The one that gave you that weird vibe and compliment?"I nodded. “Now it all clicks.”“What happened?”“She walked straight up to our table like she belonged there. Introduced herself as Elina Petrov.”Mariana blinked. “Petrov? That name sounds familiar.”I ignored that and kept going. “She acted all calm, like she was in charge. Said it was a shame how my birthday ended, insinuating that she was there."Mariana’s head tilted. “Wait. She was at the party?”I nodded slowly. “Yes she was, and I'm realising she was the voice I heard speaking with him at the bathroom. And guess what?"“What?”“She said Ivan invited her.”Mariana’s jaw went slack. “What?”I nodded again, trying to keep my voice steady. “I asked her who brought her. She smiled and said Ivan did. Like it was nothing.”“No way.”“That’s not even the worst part.”Mariana’s brows sh

I didn’t take my eyes off her. The woman, same black hair, same unsettling calm, walking toward me confidently. Poised.“Isadora,” she said smoothly. “We meet again.”I blinked. “You were at the salon.”“Among other places,” she replied, smile faint. She turned to Viktor. “Viktor.”“You are?” he asked politely, nodding."Elina."He paused for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Petrov, the Elina Petrov?"“I suppose so,” she smirked, her eyes flicking back to me.“You two know each other?” I asked carefully.“Not personally,” Viktor replied. “She’s… been around.”“A pleasure,” she said, offering her hand.I shook it briefly, not missing the cold undertone in her voice. “Likewise.”“I’ll give you two a moment,” Viktor said, already backing away. Elina slid into the booth across from me, where Viktor had been.“You’re very pretty,” she said.I tilted my head. “What is this? A game?”“No games,” she said smoothly. “I just figured it was time we officially met and had a talk. Woman to woman

"You good?” Mariana asked again.I didn’t answer. She stared at the screen a second longer. “Do you wanna get out of here? Just clear your head?”“Where?”“Club. It’s not very busy tonight, I confirmed.”I didn’t respond right away, hesitating as thoughts of the image and the mysterious woman lingered.“Come on,” she said gently. “It’ll help.”I looked at the photo one more time, then locked my phone.“Yeah. Fine.”The music played low, more for ambiance than anything else. The club was half-lit, the bar glowing a soft blue, tables empty except for us and a few other people. We slid into a booth near the corner. Mariana ordered something non-alcoholic. But I hadn't touched my drink yet.“You sure you wanna sit here and drool?” she asked, sipping hers.I nodded, eyes on the glass in front of me.“Do you want me to stay?” she asked after a few seconds.I glanced at her. “It’s fine. I know you've got work to do."She hesitated. “Okay… just holler if you change your mind.”I gave a tiny n

A knock landed on the door. I didn’t move.“Isadora?” It was Mariana.I didn’t say anything.“Can I come in?”I sighed, still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Door’s open.”She walked in slowly, glancing around like she wasn’t sure if she belonged. Her hands were tucked nervously into the pockets of her jacket.“I heard about what happened downstairs,” she said gently.“Of course you did. Probably everyone in the house did.”She closed the door behind her and stepped in further. “I just wanted to check on you. You okay?”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Define okay.”Mariana gave a small smile and walked over. “Can I sit?”I nodded, and she dropped onto the floor in front of me, legs crossed like a kid.“I saw Ivan in the hall. He didn’t say much.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “He never does.”“You wanna talk about it?”I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then it all just… spilled out. “I’m just tired,” I said. “So damn tired.”Mariana looked up at me. “Of what?”“Of everything. The chaos.