Adore Violet Gem Novels & Stories

When my older sister, Rhea Silverhilt, and I are given a chance to choose our marriage partners for the clan alliance, she rushes ahead and claims the noble fire dragon, Drakon Ragnarok. I am left to match with a brutish wolf, Flint Greyfang. Not long after the wedding, Drakon dies in an unexpected accident. Rhea loses her protector and is vulnerably subjected to scorn and abuse. Meanwhile, the sharp-minded and shrewd Flint reveals a surprising talent for business and swiftly amasses a fortune. Consumed by bitter hatred, Rhea corners me at the grand sacrificial rite and stabs me to death. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day we are to choose marriage partners. This time, Rhea darts forward and holds Flint's hand. In that instant, I know that she's reborn, just as I am. What she doesn't know is that wolves are innately violent and abusive. They love settling disputes with fists.

Taboo Entanglements: 40 Shades of Surrender One touch, one forbidden line crossed, and everything explodes. In this raw 18+ collection of "40 scorching erotic stories", desire doesn’t ask permission — it takes, claims, and ruins. A best friend’s father finally bends his daughter’s tempting best friend over his desk and fucks the innocence out of her. A possessive stepbrother locks his bratty stepsister in a collar and makes her scream his name. A dangerously obsessed professor corrupts his favorite student with ropes, lectures, and relentless age-gap domination. A grieving woman lets her dead brother’s best friend fuck her raw on his motorcycle to feel alive again. And a neglected married actress surrenders her body and marriage to the commanding touch of her dominant female co-star. Jealousy, guilt, filthy pleasure and pain that feels too good. Every story drips with unfiltered lust; dripping toys, bruising grips, BDSM so intense it hurts, and orgasms that break minds, no limits, no apologies, just pure, addictive sin. Forty stories, forty different ways to surrender completely. Once you start… you won’t stop.

Amina Locke was a young woman who was never in control of her life, she is a victim of constant bullying by her mother and sister. She is often belittled, criticized, and made to feel inferior by the people who are supposed to love and support her. Her father David Locke, never partakes in the action but he didn't stops them either. forced to marry a man she knew nothing about, betrayed by her boyfriend josh and worse she was already pregnant. Damien Dhark is a mysterious and enigmatic figure. He is incredibly wealthy, with an empire that spans multiple industries and continents. Despite his immense success, he keeps his personal life completely private and never shows his face to the public. He is known for his cutthroat business tactics, often crushing his competition and taking no prisoners. He is willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead, even if it means bending the rules or crossing ethical boundaries. Despite his ruthless reputation, he is incredibly intelligent and strategic, a master of manipulation and knows how to get people to do what he wants. He is always one step ahead of his rivals, and his empire continues to grow with each day. He is a force to be reckoned with, his influence is felt throughout the business world. With time, will their forced relationship turned into one of understanding and affection, Will they survive as a storm brews up and their secrets begin to surface. As they struggle to keep their love alive, they are tested in ways they never imagined. The journey is wild, emotional, and most of all, a love story of two people's darkest secrets becoming their biggest strength.

“You’re not pure enough to carry my heir.” Damian Blackwood doesn’t want love, he doesn’t want a wife. He wants a child—and only a child—to secure his inheritance. Marriage is unnecessary, feelings are too dangerous. And Vanessa, the woman he’s been tangled with for years, is too reckless, too free, and too… everything he can’t afford. Then comes Evelyn. Beautiful, intelligent, and quietly brave, she’s desperate enough to sign a contract that binds her to Damian, agreeing to carry his child. With no strings, and no emotions attached. Just a deal. Except nothing stays perfect for long. Because Vanessa isn’t done, she has her own secret, her own plan, and suddenly two women are carrying Damian’s heir. One wants to protect her heart, the other wants to claim what she believes is hers. And Damian? He’s about to learn that wealth, power, and contracts cannot control the one thing that matters most—the human heart. Passion, betrayal, and secrets that cut deeper than any deal. Every choice has consequences, and in this dangerous game of love and legacy, no one is untouchable.

"Let's get engaged for a few weeks,just to bolster the lie, then we'll break it off and go our merry way." The unexpected offer caught Janet Benson by surprise. After a serious heartbreak, she had already sworn off men for good, now billionaire Kevin Watson was making her a deal she couldn't refuse.She accepts, determine to steel her heart. But things take a streamy turn when business is mixed with pleasure!

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

At the engagement banquet, Monique Walton is in the middle of telling all the guests and the viewers of the livestream that's taking place about our tale of romance. What she doesn't know is that I have already swapped out the romantic video of our sweet memories for the racy clip of her and Terry Caldwell going at it like rabbits. When the clip is presented on the monitor, everyone falls silent immediately. That's when the live comments on the livestream instantly overwhelm the comment section. Monique turns around in a fluster, the well-maintained smile on her face starting to crack bit by bit. She stumbles toward the control panel, accidentally knocking over the champagne tower in her haste. Amid the chaos, I draw to my feet and walk onto the stage. Then, I pick up the microphone Monique has just dropped. "Everyone, this engagement banquet is officially canceled. From now on, Monique Walton and I are no longer affiliated with each other."

For our ninety-ninth engagement ceremony, Julian booked us a skydive. He said he wanted to tell me he loved me at thirty thousand feet. My chute didn't open. I got tangled in a big tree. I survived, yet suffered multiple fractures all over my body. In the ward, I accidentally saw a message on the screen of our jump instructor's phone. It was addressed to Julian, and it carried a video. The video showed someone tampering with my chute before we boarded. So the "accident" was Julian's idea? I dragged myself out of bed on crutches, every bone in my body screaming, ready to confront him. I made it as far as the hallway. He was already there, talking to someone, and the moment I saw the other man, the floor tilted under me. The man across from him was the same driver who'd hit me with his car the night before our last engagement. The hit-and-run that should have killed me. "Mr. Veil, if you ever need me again, please reach out." Julian's voice was flat, almost tired. "There won't be a next time. I've tried everything I can think of. The engagement can't be postponed anymore." "And the woman you actually love, sir?" "I'll keep loving her," Julian said. "But Ada is the one I marry. Her mother gave my father a kidney. That's the debt. I have to pay it." I stood there shaking, and the truth rearranged itself behind my eyes. The camping trip he had planned, where I got lost and nearly died of hypothermia in the woods. That had been him. The vitamin C he had handed me, the one that put me in the ICU. Him too. And this time — the skydive, thirty thousand feet, “I want the sky to witness our love”. All of it. Every single one of those accidents was him trying to delay the wedding. But Julian, I thought, I could save you the trouble. The next morning I accepted an offer that had been sitting in my inbox for weeks: an invitation from a world-class orchestra on the other side of the planet.

"You can hate me all you want, Cameron," Brandon murmured, lips brushing his ear. "But by the end of this marriage, you'll crave me." Cameron Aston is straight. Or so he thought—until his father forces him into an engagement with Brandon Deville, the arrogant, maddeningly attractive heir to a rival empire. What should have been a cold business deal turns into a dangerous game of tension, temptation, and blurred lines. Because the more Cameron fights Brandon, the harder he falls. And in this marriage, losing might mean wanting something he swore he never would.

Brandon’s lips brushed against mine, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t think you’d be on your knees for me so soon, sunflower.” I shoved him back, breath unsteady. “This isn’t a game.” But it was. With his father cutting him off and his half-brother poised to take everything, Cameron had no choice. Marrying Brandon the man he despised most—was the only way to secure his inheritance. Brandon was insufferable. Arrogant. And worst of all… he was enjoying every second of this. Cameron was straight. He hated him. Or was he?