Adult Dystopian Books Novels & Stories

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

"Only a warlord with oceans of fresh blood on his hands could emit such a sinister, crushing presence. His soul was never a kindhearted alpha. He is like a murderous devil returned straight from the depths of hell, filled to the brim with deadly execution intent." Cedric sits hunched on the ruined ground for a long watch. When his mind finally gathers enough strength to force his body upright, he notices his tunic is completely drenched in a thick coat of cold sweat. Looking up, his eyes see the steel excavators still methodically flattening his home, forcing his brain to realize that Lucien is unleashing the absolute raw fury of the Afolayan Dominion because their parental hands failed to r

Even between myself and my sister, the number of times that we had one occur, we could count on our fingers, and even then—it wasn't very often. However, this sensation that I was going through. It wasn't quite a vision. More like it felt like an extremely suffocating out of body experience. I was on Asgard again; yet this time, I had sensed that there was trouble. All around me I saw nothing but walls of orange-red fires that engulfed the city. The great city itself was on fire. Multiple buildings that had been made from gold and silver were melting away in the searing fire. Ashes were raining down from the sky, touching the moss on the cobblestone which in turn caused the ground beneath my

He gestured to the book on their small table. Since her arrival, they delivered new books more frequently and even were considerate to her preferences. The second common room had almost turned into a library consisting of mostly romance and fantasy novels. However, despite the bi-weekly deliveries, there was nothing to do in prison besides read, finding Daisy finishing books extremely quickly. Dave would often surprise her with new trending books or secondhand ones that his youngest daughter had already read and grown bored of. She was an avid reader as well apparently. Wasting no time, she stretched her arm to reach the book, having no desire to leave her comfortable position. "It's a Gordo

and I stopped him and said, "I am mated to you, I never stopped loving you, I nor Lora could ever get over you and we couldn't wait to die to be with you, but you came back saving us the trouble and we will be in this together for as long as the moon goddess wants us here." We entered his penthouse and Drax's eyes glazed over feeling pain, I knew something was wrong he grabbed my hand and we were back at my old pack and saw the rogues attacking. Lora linked us and said, "I feel the pain, something is wrong with our baby," and Drax said, "Where is Rikaa, Lora?" She said, "With Cam," and we changed into our wolves fighting the rogues, I linked Carl and he said, "Rikaa is dying, she has been at

Hello, we've come to the end of this duology. It was very rewarding for me to write each scene. I really hope you enjoyed the story. Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

"You have a corruption. A twisted imitation. She has the river. You have a dam about to break." Nathan's smile falters. "You're wrong." "I'm ancient. And I know the difference between evolution and abomination. You're the latter." Purple energy explodes from Nathan in a wave. It slams into Aldara. She throws up a golden shield but the force drives her back. "Stop him!" I shout. The twenty corrupted hybrids charge. And the battle for Iron Valley begins.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.