Christmas Stories

This book is a collection of short tantalizing stories which spins the art of sweet erotic romance, forbidden romance, dark romance, taboo, including domineering and submissive romance. As you slide through the pages, you will begin to imagine a world of fantasies and explore all dimensions of the art of lovemaking. Note that this book is intended for matured readers only as it contains graphic content, that leaves you breathless and crave more. This book is entirely fictional as any resemblance to any person or incident is highly coincidental.

RUINED IN SECRET: YES DADDIES is a collection of short romance stories, steeped with deep, visual and vividly described raw moments, deep ecstasy, the highest height of smutty satisfaction, and boldness that defies rules. He once desired her, touched her in ways that made her feel alive, and yet, years later, his orbs held nothing but disgust as he looked at her. Fine. The void would be filled by someone else, her next-door neighbour, the ex she never got over.

Warning: Mature content, 18+ Bdsm, Dark and wild romance. In this world, the Omega's moans sound like the beautiful singing of birds, so enchanting and exciting, they make you boil in passion and make you go wild in rut And the Alphas growl and groans bring you down to your knees, make you submit to them, and make you cum in excitement. This is a collection of multiple werewolf erotica short stories. Get ready for the heart-pumping stories that make you explore the worlds of wild intimacy.

Warning: this book contains sexually explicit erotica short stories and is strictly rated 18+ From forbidden age gap romance affairs between stepdad and stepdaughter, stepson, stepmom and stepbrothers Sensual homoerotic affairs and romance ranging from G x G affairs between stepsisters, best friends and neighbours. M x M romance between stepbrothers, stepdad and neighbours, etc. BDSM, and hard-core bondage sex and many more sinful pleasures to be unveiled. If you can handle the heat, then you're welcome.

Even before marrying Wayne Cooper, I knew he had a fierce sister-in-law. He would always tell me to never get into a fight with her. After we marry, we spend Christmas Eve at his parents' house for the first time. I'm forced to bustle around in the kitchen as I prepare a feast for over a dozen people. Meanwhile, Wayne's family lounges in the living room. They chatter away while enjoying the fruits I've washed and sliced. As I place the last dish on the table, Wayne's brother and sister-in-law, Kyle Cooper and Lucy Wren, arrive. When I want to take my seat, I discover there isn't one for me. That's when Lucy snorts and says sarcastically, "I heard you're a good wife who's obedient and easygoing, Melanie. I have to say that your cooking is… mediocre, though." This infuriates me. I'm about to retort when she turns to my mother-in-law. She says, "I think you should do the cooking from now on, Gloria. Your food is delicious…"

When I visit my girlfriend's house during the Christmas holidays, her cousin, Antonio Esposito, humiliates me in front of everyone because of a scar on the back of my hand. "This scar looks like a remnant of the crossfire with the mafia! Bianca, why did you think that bringing an ex-convict home was a good idea?" The entire Romano family stares at me in a mixture of horror and shock. My girlfriend, Bianco Romano, even shakes my hand off while staring at me in disgust. Not only does Antonio flip the table, but he also calls over a few hooligans in an attempt to take me to the local police station. "We must teach scumbags like him a lesson!" he declares. After that, Antonio and the hooligans strip off my jacket and strap me to the tree in the courtyard. They then attempt to force me to admit that I'm working for the mafia. I can only gnash my teeth together stubbornly, refusing to yield no matter what. What they don't know is that the scar is a medal from my time in a peacekeeping war as a soldier!

During Christmas break, my boyfriend, Trevor Hayes, asks me to stop by and feed the dog that his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers, keeps at her place. I bring a bag of kibble over. But the second I open the door, a huge pit bull lunges at me and bites into my face and arms. Luckily, a neighbor hears me screaming and pulls me out of its jaws, but the damage is already done. The scars will stay with me forever. I break down, but Trevor blames me instead. "You must've done something wrong when you fed Mojo and set him off. You just got a scar, but Mojo's dead!" The weight of it all crushes me until I climb a rooftop and jump. After dying, I see Trevor holding Evelyn in his arms. "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together." When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Trevor asks me to go feed that dog.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

On the day before the Christmas holidays start, my wife, Irene Owens, intends to promote me and give me a raise in order to celebrate my feat of closing a hundred-million-dollar deal. But her assistant, Cody Harrington, purposefully feeds her some cake. Irene, who's known to be a germaphobe, doesn't show any trace of disgust as she subconsciously accepts the spoon, which is tainted with Cody's saliva, into her mouth. The employees begin cheering for them on the spot. Some ask if they are about to get married. Not only does Irene not refute those questions, but she also promotes Cody to a department manager on the spot. When a colleague next to me realizes how silent I've been, he nudges me in the side. "Hey Seb, you're the veteran employee who's stuck by Ms. Owens' side for so long. Why aren't you reacting to the news?" I merely sneer as I toss my share transfer agreement to Cody. "A promotion isn't enough, is it? You can have these shares as your wedding gift."

One thousand stories. One thousand ways to get wet, aroused, and begging for more. This collection is pure sin on your screen. Good girls turned into cock-hungry sluts in the span of a single night. Risky fucks in movie seats, hotel mix-ups, locked bathrooms, family cabins. Virginities lost to the wrong man… or the right group of men. Sisters, best friends, fiancées, stepdaughters—all fucking, sharing, eating each other out, and taking load after load while pretending they hate how good it feels. Expect: Every hole used and filled. Creampies that drip for days. Public exposure, semi-public humiliation. Rough, jealous, competitive sex. Anal, DP, face-sitting, squirting, cum-play. That razor-thin line between “I shouldn’t” and “don’t stop” This isn’t a book you read. It’s a book that reads you because it knows what makes your clit throb and your cheeks burn. Open it if you dare. Close it when you can’t take any more (spoiler: you won’t be able to). Reader discretion: Extreme taboo, group scenarios, degradation, incest-adjacent themes, non-stop orgasms, lesbian, threesome, gangbang and every filthy thing you dare to imagine. NB: accepting requests for hot sexy stories that's your deepest fantasy. 1000 stories!!!