300 Word Stories

Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart. Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion. “Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

This is a seductive book with a lot of mixed up, wild and taboo smut stories. All stories here are a product of my imagination.

Contents of this story includes explicit sex scenes, and if it doesn't suit you, avoid reading! Tales of iniquity draws you closer to the sex life of the characters in the book. Including- BL, GL, MM, BB and all manner of forbidden romance. Beware!

“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous. “Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.” His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through. “On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.” Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along. These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.

What if your next filthy favorite story started with a moan… and ended with “Yes, Daddy”? Then take a deep breath… •ON MY KNEES, DADDY• is ready to leave you soaked, breathless, and aching for more. This is a raw, erotic collection of dominant men who don’t ask—they take. And their submissives? Oh, they beg. They kneel. They come apart, over and over. Inside, you'll find stories that cross every line: hotel-room threesomes, forbidden stepdaddy fantasies, one-night stands, rough office sex, taboo roleplay, and the kind of dirty stories that will have your thighs clenched and your fingers wandering. Warning: These pages drip with sin. Read in private, or get caught dripping. 18+ only.

A holiday of raw, dirty pleasures. A collection of forbidden desires brought to life. A Christmas spent in Sin and dirty fantasies. A collection filled with hot, passionate and steamy sex. Are you ready for this rollercoaster of undiluted and unfiltered tale that'll leave you breathless, aching and sinful?. If you're not 🔞 kindly scroll past this book.

CONTENT WARNING ️ This collection contains: Strong, ruthless, and morally grey female leads as well as power imbalance, violence, brutality, torture, and dark themes, eevenge-driven plots, alpha dynamics, slow taming arcs, emotional intensity and possessive love interests If you prefer soft, gentle, or passive heroines, this collection may not be for you. These women are dangerous, monster-like, tyrants and unforgettable. BLURB They tried to break her but they failed. She Rises From Ruins brings together a powerful collection of stories about women who walk through betrayal, danger, and darkness and come out stronger, smarter, and more ruthless than anyone expected. From feared princesses who rule ancient kingdoms… To deadly werewolf queens who command armies… To ruthless and dangerous mafia queens who rule over houses and are feared….. To modern heroines fighting for their freedom, revenge, or healing… Each story follows a woman who refuses to bow. A woman who loves hard, fights harder, and rises from every ruin made to bury her. These are tales of power reclaimed. Love are tested, hearts rebuilt and men bold enough to fall for the fire. If you love dominant heroines, enemies-to-lovers, dark romance, brutal queens, and women finding strength after devastation, welcome to the world where she rises, no matter who tries to destroy her.

เมื่อจอมมารชินซาง ราชาปีศาจองค์ปัจจุบัน ปิดผนึกพระเนตรสีเลือดไปชั่วกาลนานเพราะผิดหวังจากความรัก จะไม่เปิดผนึกพระเนตรของพระองค์อีกต่อไป หากพระเนตรสีเลือดของพระองค์จะเปิดผนึกขึ้นมาได้อีกครั้ง นั้นหมายถึงนางคือคู่ชะตาที่ถูกเลือกให้เป็นราชินีของพระองค์ จวบจนกระทั่งเฉินวาวา สตรีในยุคอนาคตพลัดหลงเข้ามา ในสถานที่ซึ่งจอมมารหนุ่มกำลังหลับใหล เธอทำให้พระองค์เปิดพระเนตรสีเลือดขึ้นมาได้อีกครั้ง และเฉินวาวาทำให้พระองค์พลิกผืนแผ่นดินไปทั่วทุกแคว้นตามหาโฉมงาม เพื่อครองคู่ตราบสิ้นภพสิ้นชาติไปด้วยกัน

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.

Dos dez aos dezoito anos, meus pais me obrigaram a escrever duzentas e noventa e nove dívidas. Cada centavo que eu pedia a eles era considerado um empréstimo — algo que eu teria que pagar quando me tornasse adulta. Até que sofri um acidente de carro... Na hora de pagar a cirurgia, ainda me faltavam três mil no cartão. Sem saída, fui implorar ajuda aos meus pais. Mas eles apenas sorriram friamente: — Júlia Monforte, você já tem dezoito anos. Não temos mais obrigação nenhuma com você. Escreva uma nova dívida! Com lágrimas nos olhos, escrevi minha tricentésima dívida. Após a cirurgia, abri o Instagram e me deparei com uma publicação da minha irmã adotiva. Na foto, ela estava em um cruzeiro internacional, celebrando seu aniversário de dezoito anos como uma princesa, cercada de gente a bajulando. O presente dos meus pais para ela? Um apartamento de alto padrão no centro de São Paulo... e a chave de um Maserati. Até meu amigo de infância... olhava para ela com olhos cheios de amor. Ela agradecia: "Obrigada às pessoas que eu mais amo, por me darem o melhor que eu poderia ter." E eu, segurando aquela dívida toda amassada nas mãos, simplesmente sorri. Depois que eu quitar essa dívida... uma coisa é certa — não preciso mais de uma família assim.