Ballantine Adult Fantasy Novels & Stories

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

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“No, you have to stay here and watch us.” It was as if the devil himself had cursed me when I turned around to find Brittany eagerly pleasuring Aiden, her mouth wrapped around his tip as she massaged his balls with her nimble fingers. His eyes stayed fixed on me, his expression is committed to pleasure. He moaned like a madman in ecstasy, every inch of him relishing the sensations Brittany was providing. My stomach dropped in shame and disgust; how could anyone be so risqué as if it’s nothing?

She was indeed a beauty every man would want, but not a man who had seen her eyes this close. Because when you look at her eyes, you would see the darkness behind those bright orbs. She wasn’t as soft as she looked. She was dangerous. Lethal. “Still not convinced? I’ll show you the evidence, then.” Right that second, her amber eyes turned to glowing red. Something he had never seen before. His lips parted, and for several seconds he wasn’t able to speak. “What are you?” Lanver asked seriously when he recovered. He could tell she was no human. He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was he

Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps. “Good girl,” he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding—deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.

Not long from now, I'd be done for. Within the short time left for me, Alessio loomed close. Evil spread across his face. "The moon statue might not have given me power directly. It however has. A different kind though. The power of persistence. Say your last prayers, Moreno. And have one last glimpse of this awe-inspiring face. You're looking at Leonardo Alessandro Salvatore. The next supreme ruler of Florence." He grew his claws and came sprinting. Vanilla danced across my nostrils. Before I could react, a figure stood before me. And a bang broke out. Its vibration felt in my injured chest.

The dress was a symphony of elegance, with intricate lacework adorning the bodice and a flowing skirt that whispered of fairy tales and dreams. As Ava made her way into the ballroom, she felt a mix of awe and trepidation. The scene before her was a spectacle to behold. The room was aglow with a sea of shimmering gowns and dashing tuxedos, accompanied by the melodies of a live orchestra. Laughter and whispers floated through the air, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and intrigue. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for familiar faces. And there, amidst the sea of elegantly dressed guests, she spotted Victoria Harrington, a woman who had always managed to find joy in belittling and mock

Though… With my luck of late, I’ll likely end up being bought by a ninety-year-old who simply wants me to read a salacious bedtime story to him. Actually, that is precisely what I should be wishing for, right? Talk about easy money. But, I don’t know… There’s the lure of erotic, deviant, highly guilty pleasures that taunt me. Problem is, I’m not exactly interested in just anyone having their way with me. When you’ve met the ultimate in masculinity and power, a man with the lushest dark hair and the most sinful brown eyes, who commands attention without saying a word… You pretty much give up on real lust and longing. Jameson Richards is all that and more.

Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten under the dimmed amber lights of the chandelier. “Oh yea,” Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he noticed where Thea’s eyes were lingering. “What’s it about?” “It’s a reverse harem novel,” Thea smirked at him. Bellamy shot her a crooked grin. “I see how it is, are you wanting to add more players to the bench?” Thea’s breathe caught in her throat as a faint blush crept across her face. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she crawled across the bed, in an almost feline manner, until she reached where Bellamy stood watching her.