Books With Morally Grey Female Characters Novels & Stories

In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man the submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom.

FATHER’S POV “Father, I’m here to confess my sins,” a woman’s voice murmured softly. I turned from where I sat, only to find the voice belonged to a stunning beauty. Her dark, siren-like eyes locked onto mine, and her perfectly lined full lips immediately stole my attention. All I wanted was her lips around my bulging cock. “Come in, Sister.” I greeted her with a warm smile, gesturing for her to step inside. “It’s Sarah,” she corrected gently, offering a timid smile.

It was a narrow trail that only got more narrow as we ran. The girls shifted into their wolves first. I followed them straight after and caught up to them quickly. Lila was a blonde wolf, tall and strong. She was bigger than I was, and even bigger than Brayleigh. Brayleigh's wolf was an ashy grey colour. Her wolf had long legs and a long body, but she wasn't tall. It was because she wasn't an Alpha. Alpha wolves were always bigger than the average wolf. It was common sense. The most powerful were always the biggest.

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Every night, behind closed doors, our stepdad had forced April down and raped her all through the night until she couldn't walk any more. Whenever he wanted to come for me, she'd always begged him to take her instead and he wouldn't hesitate, he'd spread her legs apart again and do bad things to her. I was just fifteen and April had just turned nineteen but she protected me like she was my mother. April would always ask me to stay quiet no matter the noises coming from the inner room where our stepdad was fucking her hard. I'd obeyed so I learned to stay quiet, to disappear into corners, to pretend I didn’t exist. She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside

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“Without the shops, our little community becomes less like a community. Where will the children go to hang out when school’s in session?” Finally, someone who talks sense, Mrs. Belfry thought. “Claymore has the best interest of the town in mind,” replied Miss Grey. She was the other witch in town and polar opposite to Mrs. Belfry. Her blonde hair and bright clothes were in stark contrast to Belfry’s black hair and love of dark colors. Miss Grey was sociable and pleasant, two traits Mrs. Belfry despised in people. The only thing they did have in common was that both were youthful and pretty. “Claymore will look out for us as he always has.”

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

“Sorry for worrying you.” I couldn’t have found myself in a worse situation and I was silently cursing myself for ever picking up one of these trashy books. Reading about the abused slave girl and actually seeing it for myself was something I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for. I knew that sort of thing was wrong, but all of these books were the same – a female protagonist who was abused or humiliated, discarded or unwanted. It made you sympathise with them, becoming invested in their journey as they rose to power. Only... that journey was now going to lead to my own demise.

"You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it." A blatant lie by the way. Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin. His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.