Boob Slip Novels & Stories

He wasn’t searching for love. He wasn’t ready for him. But some things—like family, and falling—happen when you least expect them. When Ezra Anderson's sister dies, he inherits three young children and a crumbling rural property he's nowhere near prepared for. Overwhelmed, heartbroken, and freshly dumped, Ezra turns to the one person he shouldn't: Sebastian Brown—the gentle, steady Omega child psychologist he once shared one reckless night with... and never dared to call back. Sebastian offers a safe harbor. Routine. Warm hands and a softer kind of strength Ezra didn’t know he craved. What starts as survival—two men building a life for three grieving kids—soon strains under the weight of something deeper. The Omega in Sebastian draws Ezra like gravity, making every glance burn and every touch linger. The lines between family and something more blur until Ezra can no longer pretend. One night becomes two. Secrets slip into routines. And somewhere between sneaking into beds at night and morning coffee, Ezra faces the one truth he swore he'd never have to: He might not be as straight, or as strong, as he thought. As his Alpha instincts pull him closer to Sebastian’s Omega warmth, the world outside keeps pressing in. Desire stops hiding. And when the outside world comes knocking, Ezra is forced to choose: Keep pretending... or hold on to the only thing that feels like home. SNEAK PEEK: “I’m not in love with you. I just… don’t know how to breathe when you’re not there.” - Ezra “I’m not gay. I’m just yours.” - Ezra “You keep saying you’re not mine… but you keep choosing me.” - Sebastian “You’re allowed to love me, you know.” - Sebastian NB: 18+ (Tissues highly recommended.)

Warning: Contains erotic content with dark themes like Voyeurism, somnophilia, light bondage etc “...how many times have I warned you I do not want scents of men around you?! Why are you always infuriate me!" He snarled, gritting his teeth and I smirked coldly. “Principal Dominick! How's that your business? You said you don't want to see me ever again? If I whore around in school, how does it matter to you? Act your age!” A rumble escaped his throat, as he grabbed me by my waist, and I hated how my body melted against this man. “You forget that you're mine…” he whispered into my ear. “The next time I see you around any man, Leila…” he dragged a long whiff of my scent. "I'm going to act my age, and like your father figure, I'm going to make sure I discipline you like the bad girl you've been. Don't tempt me… The next time you do, you won't properly walk for a week.” He bit my earlobes and sucked on it, making me moan, my body freezing in shock. ~ Abused by her cruel father and the rest of the world just for being wolfless, Leila lost the will to live. Praying for a mate who would change and provide a secure life for her little sister, her hope shatters when she gets rejected, ends up arrested for a crime, and yet again transferred to another school filled with things beyond her imagination. But that wasn't what was terrifying. It was this huge older man who turned out to be her principal and new guardian. Extremely forbidden to get involved with him, things slip out of control. What if Leila realizes her new life was accompanied with new waves of challenges, doom and a truth not to be known?

“Wolfless and worthless, that is what you are, Valeria.” Worthless. Stupid. A waste of space. That is what they all called me. “You’ll be rejected. No male in his right mind will ever want you.” And they were right. My love story begins with rejection. Wolfless, I was born without a wolf soul. But I am more than that. My bloodline carries magic, and soon they will all learn how worthless I truly am. --- “Let me love you, Valeria.” “You can’t.” “Yes, I can and I will. You are mine now. Reject the idea all you want, you have no choice. I will love you.” “You're the one who rejected me.” Raphael’s hand clamps gently on my chin. “Don’t run from me again.” He doesn’t even acknowledge my words. “You should know better than to run from an Alpha.” “What do you want?” “I wanted to speak with you, but now…” His voice drops as he leans close, his nose brushing my ear. “Now I want you on your knees… taking me all in.” Shock floods me, but the image forms in my mind, and my knees weaken. My body doesn't hate the thought. I close my eyes, turn away, but when I dare look back, his gaze is raking down my body, slow and possessive. If I don’t escape, this man will own me. My hand rises, pressing against his chest. “You broke this. You shattered our bond. You don’t get to have me now. Someone else will.” I release him, pushing just enough to slip free of his grasp. As I walk away, his voice follows, low: “A mistake I will never make again. I’ll have you. I will win your heart, my beautiful mate.”

Westbridge Academy is not a schoo‌l for humans, It is where alphas a‌re t‍r⁠aine⁠d, blo‍od‍line‌s ar‌e sharp⁠ened, and monsters learn to rule. Isla V⁠ale knows this⁠ better than anyo⁠ne but she disgu‌ised as “Eli,” a quiet scholarship boy e‌nrolled in an elite advance‍d‍ science program, Isla hides among werewolves, shifters, and oth⁠er supernatu‌ral elite‌s, m⁠asking her scen⁠t, her body, a⁠n‍d her fear every single day. Living in the dorm make things worse and one mi⁠stake could mean exposure. One‍ slip could mean death but West‍bridge is ruled by ins⁠tin‌cts no one ca‌n‌ fully control. Kiera‌n Blackthorne the academy’s golde‍n alph‍a heir i‍s everything Isla‍ should⁠ avoid dominant, teasing, danger‌ousl⁠y perceptive⁠. From‌ the⁠ momen‍t they meet, his atte‌nti‌on lingers too long, his ins⁠t‌i‌ncts pulling him toward someone he shouldn’t want. Then there is Fin‌n Ashcroft, a calm a‍nd observant b‍eta with a reputati⁠on on the⁠ b‌ask⁠etball co⁠urt, notices what ot‌hers miss. He becomes Isla’s anchor, h‍er protect‍or and possibly the first to s‍uspect that “Eli” is hiding m‍ore t⁠han j‍ust secrets‌. As ri⁠valries‍ ign⁠it⁠e, rumors spread, and wol⁠f instincts sharpen, Isla is pulled in‍to a vola‍tile triangle of attra‌ction, j‍ealo‌usy, and dange‌r. Every⁠ close call brings her nea⁠re⁠r to discovery and every heart⁠beat risks awakening i‌nstinct‍s that cou‌ld expose her human⁠ity.‌ Whe⁠n the truth finally comes out t‍o the worst⁠ p‌o‌ssible people Westbridge erupts. Because humans were n‍ever meant to l⁠ive among w‍olves an‌d wolves do not for⁠give deception eas‍ily.

I've been mated to Alpha Alaric Goremane for five years, and I'm still a virgin. On the night he claims me, I stand before him, naked. With my heart pounding against my chest, I muster the courage to step forward and wrap my arms around him. But he pulls away, and then comes the words that lingered in my head for years like a devil's whisper. "I'm sorry, Kyna. I have severe germaphobia and can't handle physical intimacy. Please give me some time." In that moment, my heart plunges into the abyss. But when I see the torment in his eyes, I convince myself that he doesn't love me any less. He's just sick, and all I have to do is wait. So, I wait for five long years. On our fifth mating anniversary, I cross thousands of miles in a raging storm just to see the look of delight on his face when I surprise him. Sure enough, I see the warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his expression. But what a pity… it isn't for me. The Alpha, who claims to be an obsessive clean freak, is on one knee before his childhood sweetheart. He gently slips off her rain-soaked heels, dries her feet, and warms her cold toes with the heat of his palm. It's as if that's the most natural thing in the world, and as if his world holds no one else. He sighs. "Serene, how many times have I told you that you'll catch a cold? What would you do without me?" In that instant, the last of my delusions shatters. I finally realize that his germaphobia is selective, and I'm simply the one he can't bear to touch. Instead of making a fuss, I slip off the ring I've worn for five years and walk into the storm without looking back. Later, I hear he tries to win me back with the most expensive roses in the city. But the Kyna Lupen who loves him is long gone.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.