Alouette Drive Novels & Stories

A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. “Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy. My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance. “I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin c*nt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back. I gasped as I felt drive deeper into me than ever before. — “The night I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister was the night I stopped being the good girl.” After seventeen years of blind loyalty, Leah Harnes walks in on her fiance tangled in sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget, Leah does the unthinkable when she spends a reckless night with a hot stranger. But then, her world shatters again when she discovers the man from that night is ‘Ethan Blackwood,’ her ruthless and dangerously powerful boss. Ethan offers her a cruel contract; Her body in exchange for his power. Except, a man like Ethan doesn’t do soft. No romance. No love-play. All he knows is control, pleasure and pain. She swears to hate him. He swears to own her. Between her scheming step-mother, her vengeful ex and Ethan’s dark obsession, Leah is caught in a web of lies, desire and revenge. But when love ignites between them, and enemies strike from all sides, Leah must decide to destroy Ethan to save herself or lose everything to the man who already ruined her once. A man like Ethan, who despised being touched, but now, he craves the touch of only one woman.

My mother-in-law could not understand me. Before my business trip, I repeatedly told her not to touch anything in my study, but she mixed up the contract I needed. As a result, I lost a million-dollar order and was fired from my company. To make up for her mistake, she promised she would take care of my child and help me find another job. I froze my milk, labeled everything with notes, and gave her detailed instructions on timing and measurements. However, when my baby ended up in the hospital, I found out that she had thrown out all the milk and fed my baby expired formula instead. Even worse, she fed my baby peanuts behind my back, causing my baby to suffocate and die. Afterward, she wailed, "That was my granddaughter! How could I not care? If I could, I'd die with her..." My husband slapped me, shouting, "My mom worked so hard to take care of the child, and you want to drive her to her death? She's an old woman. It's not easy for her!" My sister-in-law came over too, calling me ungrateful and blaming me for treating an elderly woman badly. She claimed I deserved to be childless and alone. However, they did not know how many times I had stopped my mother-in-law from causing trouble and harm to them. I was driven to depression by them and eventually sent to a mental institution, where I was tortured to death. If I had the chance to do it again, I would protect my child and myself and stop preventing my mother-in-law from causing chaos for others. I would watch her bring equal destruction to each one of them!

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .

Wives are to be claimed, whores are for fucking. But me? I’m to be PLEASURED. ~~~ Chelsea Stone signed the contract expecting a cold and dead marriage. Instead she found herself collared by Dominic Hartwell – a man whose rules were written in silk restraints, leather belts, and the low growl of full command. He bound her wrists above her head and taught her that silence was no longer armor; it was foreplay. He spread her wide open on silk sheets and edged her for hours with fingers, tongue, and the thick head of his veiny cock until she was dripping, shaking, and sobbing “Please, big daddy… I’ll be good.” Only then did he drive into her deep and relentless, one hand tight around her throat, the other spanking her ass while he fucked her into shattering, screaming release. Chelsea was never meant to stay broken though, because in the darkness between punishments and praise, she began to crave more than surrender. She wanted to test him, to push and whisper filthy things against his ear while she rode his thigh, soaked and trembling: “I want to be your little cunt who shows big daddy who’s really boss.” Dominic’s eyes darkened with dangerous promise every time she dared. The more he punished her with a be*t across her, cock down her throat until tears ran down her cheeks, hands pinning her down while he claimed every inch of her. The more she burned to flip their power while he owned her body. Yet as old enemies sharpened their knives and forbidden pasts, pain and pleasure blurred until Chelsea no longer knew where submission ended and rebellion began. Would she kneel forever… OR would the quiet wife finally make her ruthless husband beg?

Natasha Raymond’s life is upended when her father’s failing empire forces her into a marriage of convenience with Lucas Salvador, a self made billionaire determined to rebuild his family’s reputation. Their arrangement is simple; save her family’s legacy, maintain a public facade, and in return, she becomes his wife in name only. But Lucas has darker motives. A decade ago, his parents died in a tragic accident one orchestrated by Clifford Raymond, Natasha’s father. For years, Lucas has plotted revenge, and marrying Natasha is just another move in his game. As they spend more time together, their fake marriage starts to blur. Genuine feelings develop between them, complicating Lucas’s plan. Just when Natasha begins to feel at home in Lucas’s world, a mysterious flash drive arrives, exposing a web of lies, including a birth certificate connecting her father to a woman named Amelia Raymond. With her identity in question, Natasha begins investigating. Her search brings her to Derrick Watson, her childhood friend now working as a physician at Silver Point Medical Center. Derrick uncovers startling genetic similarities between Natasha and a patient file from years ago Amelia Raymond. Natasha’s world shatters as she learns the truth, she’s not the daughter she thought she was but a pawn in a family legacy of betrayal, tied by blood to the very family Lucas is determined to destroy. As Natasha and Lucas grow closer, they must confront the lies that bind them. Lucas’s resolve weakens as he falls for the woman he intended to destroy. Natasha faces an agonizing choice cling to the man she loves or expose the truth that could tear their worlds apart. The Billionaire’s Dark Side is a gripping tale of love, revenge & the devastating cost of betrayal.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

It was my birthday. I thought he would take me to see the fireworks by the sea, but he showed up with another woman and her child. “Vera has a kid with her, and it’s inconvenient for them. Be a little understanding. She doesn’t know her way around here, and she has a lot of luggage. I’ll just drop them at the hotel.” He said it so casually, as if he were just explaining some trivial, everyday chore. It was that very gentleness of his that made me feel like I was so unreasonable getting angry over it. He helped them into the car. He leaned down to buckle the seatbelt on the child. Then, he turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t overthink things.” I stood by the roadside and watched them drive away like a picture-perfect little family. As night fell, the sea breeze turned sharp and biting. Still, I waited until a notification of Vera Cannon’s social feed update lit up my screen. He was holding her daughter in his arms. They were watching the fireworks by the beach. It was a surprise I had planned for my own birthday. The comments poured in. [What a perfect match. What a beautiful little family!] Someone asked him why he was not picking me up. He just smiled and said, “Indy is very patient. She won’t be mad.” At that moment, my birthday cake melted into a puddle of frosting. I finally realized that he had not done that to be cruel to me. He was certain that I would always wait for him. However, even the warmest heart grew cold when neglected too many times. The waves crashed against the shore, over and over. With each crash, another shred of my hope washed away. This time, I was not going to wait for him to come back.

My husband, Joseph Coleman, falls from the third floor, shatters both legs, and even injures what men fear losing most. I don't rush him to the nearest hospital. Instead, I drive him to a hospital two thousand miles away. In my previous life, Joseph jumped on purpose so the hospital intern he dotes on, Kimberly Parker, could secure a permanent spot by operating on him. He refused the capable surgeons nearby and insisted I take him to the hospital where Kimberly works, just so she can treat him. I turned him down because Kimberly is an untrained intern who got in through connections and has no surgical experience. Joseph had slapped me hard across the face. "I just want to use my injury to help Kim go permanent. Why are you being so petty?" He was dead set on Kimberly treating him. I worried the delay would ruin his legs, so I asked his mother, Diane Lowe, to talk sense into him. But what I never expected was Kimberly jumping from the hospital building when she failed her probation. Meanwhile, Joseph is treated in time, and both legs are spared. On the day he's discharged, I come smiling to take him home, but he runs me down with his car and kills me. As I collapse on the floor, choking on blood, I ask him why. He looks at me like I'm something stuck to his shoe. "If you hadn't stopped me from helping Kimberly go permanent, she never would've died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Joseph falls and breaks his legs.

Helen James arrives at Cole Designs with quiet determination and a promise to herself never to mix emotions with work. Raised by a disciplined mother who taught her resilience, she believes success comes only through focus and sacrifice. Her first meeting with the company’s powerful CEO, Cole Lucas, is tense, calculated, and unforgettable. Beneath his composed exterior lies a man burdened by a failing marriage, family pressure, and a growing loneliness he hides behind work. As Helen proves herself indispensable during a high-stakes project, professional respect slowly transforms into unspoken attraction. Late nights, shared responsibilities, and fleeting moments blur the line between employer and employee. Their connection deepens quietly until one vulnerable evening leads to a kiss neither can ignore. What begins as secret affection soon evolves into a clandestine romance built on stolen moments and hidden emotions. But their fragile bond is threatened when scandalous photos leak online, exposing their closeness and revealing Cole’s unresolved marriage. Betrayal, misunderstandings, and external interference drive Helen away, even as she discovers she is pregnant with his child. Amid lies, manipulation, and emotional turmoil, she leaves the city to protect herself, forcing Cole to confront his mistakes and fight for the woman he loves. Reunited, they attempt to rebuild trust, only for another scheme to tear them apart. When the truth finally emerges, Cole realizes love requires more than passion—it demands faith. Determined not to lose her again, he publicly declares his love and proposes before the entire company, transforming secrecy into commitment. Through betrayal, scandal, and redemption, Helen and Cole must prove that love forged in adversity can survive anything—even the ghosts of the past. They build a family, face returning enemies, and secure their future, discovering that the strongest relationships are those tested by fire and rebuilt with trust.