Animal Fiction

Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions for the Fevered Mind By Gem-Ma No fade to black. No soft focus. Just the edge of pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries melt, clothes fall, and fantasies ignite. From secret pillow fights and forbidden fittings to rough backseat confessions and whispered sins behind bookstore shelves, HEAT delivers 50 scorching tales of seduction, kink, and raw, unfiltered desire. Whether it's soft sighs in a steamy bath or the slap of skin in a dark alley, each story plunges you deep into lust, longing, and the edge of surrender. M/F. F/F. M/M. Threesomes. Strangers. Exes. Teachers. Brides. Bosses. No fantasy is off-limits. Multiple kinks. All orientations. One rule: never look away. Perfect for readers who crave vivid scenes, dirty talk, and characters who always cross the line-again and again.

“You should go into hiding, Janice... because you are about to become a character in my own book. PS: It's Horror with a slice of sex" Those were the words he said to her, and soon she became a slave in her own house to a fictional character she never thought would become alive and hunt her for a book she wrote.

Famous author, Valerie Adeline's world turns upside down after the death of her boyfriend, Daniel, who just so happened to be the fictional love interest in her paranormal romance series, turned real. After months of beginning to get used to her new normal, and slowly coping with the grief of her loss, Valerie is given the opportunity to travel into the fictional realms and lands of her book when she discovers that Daniel is trapped among the pages of her book. The catch? Every twelve hours she spends in the book, it shaves off a year of her own life. Now it's a fight against time to find and save her love before the clock strikes zero, and ends her life.

Humanimalandia is a peaceful place lived by different humanimals. Their ruler is King Phoenixto; he has a son named Elmo. Due to excellent rulership of their king, the dipole is in good hand. Dipole or Dimensional Portal is a small built particle which separates the mortals and humanimals. Prince Elmo has a best friend, he is Snakson. One day, while Snakson is having traing on the forest, Demisnak came and tempts him. Snakson didn't fall on the temptation but Demisnak deceived him after. He made a mistake and brought the dipole to Demisnak. Snakson became guilty after what he has done. He wants to correct his mistake but it's too late. Demisnak absorb the dipole. Sondem was born after Snakson and Demisnak became one. Nightmares arise in Humanimalandia. King Phoenixto gave an order to Prince Elmo to find the humanimals that will help them in defeating the darkness. Prince Elmo established the Humanimal University to train the chosen humanimals. He sends an invitation in different parts of the world.

As a reader, we can fall in love with a Fictional Character. The words that the author use to define the physical attribute makes us readers fall in love with that character. Same as Amira Madrigal, who's deeply in love with a fictional character named Zeke Alejandro from a book that she always read, the title "Unexpected Love Story". Zeke is a bad boy and an arrogant campus prince who's written to fell in love with Krisha Fajardo, the female lead character of the story. Unfortunately, Amira hasn't read the book completely because her professor caught her reading the book while his teaching. An unknown sender gives her a link to a site where she could continue to read the next part of the story. She doesn't know that this will be the way for her to enter another world. Another dimension. To meet her Love. Zeke Alejandro, the fictional character inside the book. Could she also be the main character of the story she accidentally went into? Or would be the antagonist to the main character that she always imagined to be her? How will the story run?? How will the story end??

If we psychologically damage an individual beyond repair, what will be the consequence of it? We all have a limit to the amount of mental and psychological stress we can take. Once the stress exceeds the limit, we’ll reach our breaking point. What happens after that is a mystery no one can solve, or is it? Lydia Johnson faces a similar situation. She is a complex young woman who faces a downfall stemming from the mental and physical abuse of her father and siblings, the negligence of her mother, and a chilling secret. From abused to loved, to abused again--that’s how life is for Lydia. Her family taught her only one lesson: emotions are for the weak and the weak don’t have a place in this world. With each kill, Lydia atones for the loss of her innocence by getting rid of another emotion and also rids the world of someone undeserving of her love and forgiveness. What lengths will she go to, for revenge, and prove her resilience? Will she ever be able to live her life like a normal person again? Or will she continue killing everyone until her own death?

My name is Lennie Sherman, and I am a python handler. However, I gradually realize that the python doesn't quite like me. Every time we meet, it will always use its tail to hit my private part and then hiss in my face.

Andrea Silva wurde gezwungen, den vermeintlichen Freund ihrer Zwillingsschwester Camila zu heiraten, nachdem diese von zu Hause davongelaufen war. Andrea war am Boden zerstört, als sie erfuhr, dass der Mann, den sie gerade geheiratet hatte, in ihre Schwester verliebt war – sie war nur eine provisorische Lösung gewesen, bis Camila zurückkehrte. Andrea glaubte, Damine Fel für sich gewinnen zu können. Doch was würde geschehen, wenn ihre Schwester zurückkäme und ihren Freund zurückhaben wollte? Was würde geschehen, wenn ihr Mann sie zur Scheidung zwingen würde? Und was würde geschehen, wenn sie herausfinden würde, dass sie von ihm schwanger war, während er nichts mehr mit ihr zu tun haben wollte?

I was a descendant of Echidna, while Jonathan was the Capital City's most faithful Crystal Emperor devotee. In my past life, I eloped for love. For love, I threw away my chance to awaken my bloodline, shed my scales, and ascend to godhood. But… On the day of our marriage, Jonathan cut out my heart. He said I was cursed, that I was in the way of his true love's salvation. He wanted to use my Blood of Essence to pave the way for his true love's return to life. In despair, I could only watch as he held the prayer beads in his hand. His words were calm and deadly cruel. "Sinead, you should feel blessed to become Anna's sacrifice." When I opened my eyes again, time had mysteriously wound back. I had returned to one week before my wedding. I prayed in the rundown temple, my hand over my aching heart. The booming voice of my deity suddenly filled my ears, answering my desperate plea. "Descendant of Echidna, will you shed your scales and return to an ordinary life? Or will you give up love and achieve apotheosis?"

Stimmen des Windes In den stillsten Winkeln der Welt, wenn die Nacht sich verdichtet und der Wind mit einem uralten Klagegesang flüstert, versuchen Stimmen an die Oberfläche zu dringen, die niemals hätten gehört werden dürfen. Es sind die Stimmen derer, die starben, belastet mit Schuld, die sich nicht mehr abwaschen lässt – Seelen, gezeichnet von schrecklichen Entscheidungen, die ihr eigenes Schicksal der Verdammnis besiegelten. Stimmen des Windes versammelt voneinander unabhängige, doch durch einen gemeinsamen, gespenstischen Faden verbundene Erzählungen: Jede der beschriebenen Gestalten ist in einem endlosen Zwischenreich gefangen, einem Ort, an dem die Zeit stillsteht und Reue zur ewigen Folter wird. Dort erleben die Toten ihre Fehler immer und immer wieder, während sie verzweifelt versuchen, die Grenze zu durchbrechen, die sie von Erlösung… oder Vergessen trennt. Doch sie sind nicht allein. Etwas anderes haust in diesem Grenzraum. Etwas, das sich von dem Leid nährt, das sie einst über sich selbst gebracht haben. Und wenn der Wind erneut aufkommt, verwandeln sich ihre einst kaum hörbaren Flüstern in Schreie – Schreie, die einen Zeugen unter den Lebenden suchen. Jede Geschichte offenbart ein Geheimnis, ein Verbrechen, einen Verrat… und eine Präsenz, die aus der Dunkelheit lauert, geduldig, hungrig, bereit, das einzufordern, was ihr gehört. Hör genau hin. Der Wind spricht. Und seine Stimmen wollen nicht vergessen werden.