Bed Time Store Novels & Stories

She caught her husband in bed with her stepsister. So she walked away and walked straight into the arms of a devil. When Ruby discovers her husband Asher tangled between the sheets with her stepsister Scarlett, she couldn't explain how she felt but she refused to be the begging wife. Determined to prove she’s already moved on, Ruby makes a reckless choice at a lavish banquet: she kisses Harrison King, the infamous, ruthless billionaire known for crushing women who dare throw themselves at him. Everyone expects her to be humiliated. Instead, Harrison kisses her back. What begins as a fiery one-night stand spirals into something far more dangerous when Ruby discovers the truth, H

One drunken mistake, one signed contract. And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed. Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate. A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionair

His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core. "Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino." He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did. I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me. Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate,

“He’s my enemy, my father’s killer… and my fated mate.” Elaria Veyne hates Alpha Draven Kaelith with every breath. The ruthless Alpha destroyed her family and left her pack in ruins. But when a rogue attack leaves him injured and memoryless, fate traps them together. She’s forced to heal him in secret, locked in her chambers, sharing the same bed. He doesn’t remember the blood he spilled—only that his wolf wants her. Craves her. Calls her mate. Elaria swore she’d never fall for him. But how long can she resist when his touch ignites her every nerve… and his kiss feels like destiny? Because when his memories return, she might lose him forever—or worse, he might claim her compl

WARNING proceed at your own risk. Lose yourself between the pages and surrender to the filth!est corners of your mind. "Tomi's Guide to Bed Wetting – Exotic Compilation" is a scorching collection of exotic tales designed to pull you deep into forb!dden fantasies. As you read, you'll feel your morals slip away with every tingling word watching characters give in to the irresistible thrill of wetting, vulnerability, and uninhibited plæsure that you crave. These stories don't hold back. They drag you into soaked sheets, trembling bodies, and the delicious shame of letting go in front of someone who craves it just as much. Every scene is crafted to awaken your d!rt!est thoughts, making resistanc

“How audacious!” a rich baritone rasped in the darkness, irritation seeping through. “An omega harboring such vulgar thoughts about her superior.” My heart skipped a beat as the aura in the room flared again. I didn’t even get the chance to think when a gush of air brushed past me and in a blink, my back slammed hard against the wall, cold fingers wrapping around my throat. “Be gone, insect,” he hissed. I should have been afraid, hell, my body was shuddering. But a smirk played on my lips instead. “Found you,” I whispered, throwing my arms around his shoulders. It landed perfectly and before he could react, I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards me as I slammed my

Astrella Honey Salcedo, a writer with a hidden side, unknowingly steps into a deadly trap when she clicks on a mysterious link. Kidnapped and sold at a secret auction, she was taken aback when the highest bidder took her—someone from her past she never expected to see again. Cold and menacing, he’s a figure she once trusted, now twisted by anger and revenge. He holds her family responsible for a betrayal that shattered his life, and he’s not there for forgiveness. As Astrella's pulled deeper into his dangerous world, she begins to wonder: Is he the villain of her story, or something far more complicated?

I applied for paid time off to visit my wife, Luna Reid, a scientist who was away on an overseas assignment. As I was bored on the plane, I scrolled through social media when I was bored on the plane. Then, I came across a post. [My ex-girlfriend, who’s married, invited me to go on an overseas trip. What should I bring on that trip?] The netizens made fun of him. [Naturally you have to bring condoms. If you accidentally get her pregnant, her current husband will become the father of your child.] Some other netizens chastised them. Initially, I was reading it for my own entertainment. At that moment, I came across a comment left by a private account. [I’m that married ex-girlfriend

A soul lost in time. A suspended love story filled with yearning and longing. Such is the tale of The lord of the Underworld and his only Beloved. There is a myth about a town every 100 years on Halloween night; demons from the very pits of hell come up to the earth and roam the streets, blending into the disguised populous searching for the perfect bride for their Prince—the Prince of Darkness himself. Although believed to be merely a myth, this tale, though not entirely true, hold some truth. Will the Prince eventually find what he seeks? Will his thirst be quenched and his search over? One can only be that truth within the pages of this unfolding tale.

The day my husband, Stellan Montclair, was killed in battle, my cousin, Daphne Langford, wept and declared she would follow him in death. No one asked for my opinion. By the time I arrived, they had already decided everything. In seven days, Daphne would be laid to rest alongside my husband in the Montclair family crypt, bearing the title of his lawful wife. When I stepped into the chapel, I found Daphne reclining on a cushioned chair with a damp cloth pressed to her forehead while my mother-in-law, Vivienne Prescott, personally spoon-fed her warm broth. Meanwhile, my son, Ansel Montclair, had been kneeling before the coffin for six hours straight, both legs so swollen that they were trem