Books 18 Novels & Stories

Screwed at the balcony 🍆🍆🍑 Chapter 1: The night just got better I stepped onto the private balcony of my 18th-floor hotel room. The city was beneath me like a glittering sea of lights…skyscrapers glowing lights, car headlights, traffic lights and also city lights. I found myself unable to sleep. The conference I was attending had left my mind buzzing, and the luxurious king-sized bed felt too big, too empty.

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

WARNING: This book is tagged 18+ as it contains mature content, and also some words or emotions that might make you a bit uncomfortable. Also, the Author is not a medical student and some medical terms might be incorrect, so please note that this is a fiction. I will make the book interesting but I can't promise there won't be some mistakes. Thank you. *************

Then his hand slid between my thighs. My lips parted instantly as anticipation flooded through me the moment I felt his fingers brushing dangerously close to my wetness. “I’m not that kind of girl,” I protested weakly. “I only came here because of business.” My words sounded pathetic even to my own ears, especially when they came out breathless and shaky. He chuckled softly behind me, clearly amused by how badly I was failing to pretend. “Really?” he murmured. “Then why aren’t you wearing panties?” I gasped sharply as the tip of his finger slipped inside my wet cunt.

I didn’t want any of that! “Well, I can’t really take you out much because of our age difference,” I confessed, realizing that I actually hated that I couldn’t. Hell, I wanted to scream it from the rooftops that Rhea was MINE! And anyone who dared to come near her--- well, let’s just say they’d soon have a really close relationship with daisies. “But hopefully when you’re 18, I can make it up to you.” “I won’t be 18 until a year from now,” she grinned, and luckily didn’t seem too disappointed by the fact.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"