Ballantine Adult Fantasy Novels & Stories

His hair was a beautiful mess, and one foot encased in silver stockings peeked from underneath the cocoon of blankets he slept in. Donald was working away at his laptop, and she felt bored. She rose and walked to where he was seated. "Mind if I join you?" He looked up, gave her that charming smile of his, and scooted to allow her enough space. Here was another beautiful man, Claire thought. Yet, his perfectly sculpted face and honey brown eyes did not stir in her such intense emotions as Axel Lysander did. She had thought she liked Donald, but her feelings were nothing compared to how much she longed to melt in the arms of a certain cold-hearted billionaire.

Her throat ached from dehydration, for she had no appetite since Calleb was placed in a spell. “It’s alright, my dear.” Luntian whispered in her ears. “I know how you feel. I’m sad too, I want him to open his eyes and stand up — and I know he will.” Bathal who looked at the puffy eyes of the mate of his son let out a shivering sigh. This time, the Alpha looked up in the sky. He saw the crescent moon and the stars, and when he looked at the ground — he saw the Beta’s and the Omega’s working to rebuild the Castle.

I went back to the counter and told Theo, "He wants the most expensive red wine." "Chill out, girl. You look tense," Theo said. "How can I relax?" I took a deep breath to calm myself down. It seems like Ethan doesn't really have bad intentions towards me, but he's pushing too hard to get close to me. "Romanée-Conti," Theo handed me the bottle and a glass. "Go serve your customer well. You should be grateful you're lucky. He's kind and generous to you. It's rare for billionaires like him to hang out here."

My eyes scanned the first page quickly. “A Male wolf and a hunter that recently returned from border patrol near the eastern forest. Symptoms began forty-eight hours after return.” My heartbeat slowed slightly. Eastern forest? I flipped to the next page quickly. Then froze completely. There was a strange symbol sketched at the bottom corner of the report. A crescent shape crossed by claw marks. My blood ran ice cold. “No way…”

She straightens and looks down Bella's body, before she starts touching her again, all soft caresses, staying away from anything important. There's not really that much of Bella's torso left that's not either covered by her corset or with rope so Charlotte walks around her to stroke her thighs, making Bella strain a little towards her in hopes that Charlotte will touch her in more intimate places than her knees. Beth and Peter return, making Bella look away from Charlotte and regard the other two upside-down as she hangs her head. Peter is armed with a heavy flogger and a paddle while Beth seems to have

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I fell asleep with my hand still between my legs, aching for more. ***** The charity gala was pure torture. I wore a backless silver gown that clung to every curve. I had no bra on, the fabric was so thin my nipples showed the second the air-conditioning hit them. Michael wore a black tux that made him look even more lethal. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, the jacket straining across his back. Every time he placed his large, warm hand on the bare skin of my lower back to guide me through the crowd, electricity shot straight to my clit. I had to press my thighs together between conversations just to stay sane.

I laughed. "Oh Balt, how pitiful. It seems you believe I have forgotten the deal my precious niece made all those years ago. You kill me, Athena dies. A life for a life, and it's been a long twenty-nine years in the little torture chamber," His jaw ticked then. Balthazar knew I had him beat. He straightened in his throne, the gilded skulls appearing gaudier than I remembered—the throne beside him matched his in every way. "Athena's life would be a small price to pay for the millions it would save," I stepped toward him. His eyes locked on mine. I glamoured myself, the dark magic coursing through my veins as it whispered sweet promises to me.

The former had an unfair advantage over her mate who had been starved for days and barely able to maintain his balance. She watched with horror as Nikjin tossed his nephew around like a rag doll, ripping his skin apart with his claws and fangs. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she watched her captor, killing her mate. By the time he was done, Danshak was an unrecognizable lump of mangled bones and gore. “Now, tell me my darling Luna, is there anyone else you would like to see?”

Mila thought this place had a tower of its own, because far up there, she could see the curtains covering the large windows that surrounded the spire. Meanwhile, the stone walls were lined with shelves displaying various types of books. There may be thousands or even tens of thousands of books in here. However, one thing that caught Mila's attention was… “These are ancient magic scriptures” Mila mumbled, running her fingertips across each book spine that was neatly arranged. They were all written in an ancient script that only a few vampires could translate. “This… is dark magic.” “Yes, these are all forbidden books that not just anyone can see.” Liam confirmed Mila's statement.