Clean Reads Novels & Stories

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."

Marry me and give me an heir. Soren Lancaster said in a cold raspy voice. That's all he wants. A womb to bear his child — the only way he could keep his crown and remain the rightful head of the Lancaster empire. A deal sealed in misery. A marriage of convenience, stripped of love, a secret to the outside world, to Soren. Delilah Harper sold her body and soul in exchange for her mother's debt. A fatal mistake. One unforgettable night, a near death encounter and Soren left, leaving Delilah lovestruck. Delilah loved him quietly, believing she could earn his heart, make him see her the way she has always seen him. But to Soren, rules were sacred. Unbreakable. Only cold silence and a space Delilah mistook as a home. She was nothing but a rebound. A woman who couldn't give him the one thing he wanted the most. A baby. And still, he did not cast her aside. He kept her. Delilah held on to that tiny hope. But that hope dies off clean when Soren brings another woman home— pregnant. Not just any woman. Ashley Garcia. Her highschool bully, and the woman who left Soren at the alter. His first love.

She was in love with him. That, she was certain of. He was her first love and the one who had written the inscription on her arm twelve years ago. But what could she do when her best friend who had been heartbroken so many times told her she was in love with the same man? Lillian loved her best friend and would want nothing for her than her happiness. So, she decided to give him up and started pretending like she did not care about him since he was even unable to recognize her after they departed twelve years ago. The only way for him to remember her was to see the inscription on her arm, which she was never going to show him. What was going to be her fate when she eventually find out that her best friend had been lying to her all along? How would she be able to come clean with the man of her dreams when she had given him the impression that she hated him? How would she be able to reveal to him that she was the Lillian he had been searching for? Read this book and dive into the ocean of Lillian's selfless love story and find the answers to these questions.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

Mira didn't come to Blackthorn Manor looking for anything. She came to disappear — to scrub floors, collect wages, and find a way to save her four-year-old daughter before her failing heart gave out. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. She definitely wasn't supposed to end up in the Alpha's room at midnight. But desperation makes decisions faster than logic does. Lucas Blackthorn is not what she expected. He sees through her lie in seconds and listens anyway. And something about the way he looks at her feels less like a first meeting and more like a recognition — something low and certain that neither of them has a clean explanation for. What Mira doesn't know yet is that this bond wasn't an accident. Someone arranged the night that started all of this, seven years ago in Duskfen territory. Someone has been waiting ever since for Iris to exist. And the thing that is slowly killing her daughter is tangled in a bloodline that powerful people buried for a reason. She came here to stay invisible. That's no longer an option. Some secrets protect you until they don't. Some bonds were built as weapons. And some truths, once spoken out loud, are the only thing that can save the people you love.

It had been six years since Vincent Castellano was declared dead in that “car crash”, and I was still alone. My friends kept nagging me to move on. Even in my dreams, Vincent was there, begging me to stop living in the past. So I finally caved and agreed to a blind date with Leo Christopher, the guy who’d been chasing me for years. I’d decided I’d make a clean break with Vincent once and for all on the Day of the Dead. But the second I stepped out of the cemetery, a billboard for a luxury brownstone in Brooklyn Heights caught my eye. It was the exact place Vincent had been obsessed with back when I thought he was alive. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was heading straight for it. What I saw that day is seared into my brain for the rest of my life. There, on the bench outside the house, sat Vincent. The man was laid to rest in the Castellano family crypt. And he had his arm around another woman. That woman? Mia Rossi. The card dealer he’d been screwing behind my back six years prior. The same one I’d caught him red-handed with, the one I’d made him fire from the family casino.

Sapphire's face went covered in sweat as she saw the video. Immediately there popped a message getting her stilled in a matter of seconds. "If you want to see the truth with your own eyes, come to the paradise apartment flat number 505." She scurried to her car and asked the driver to drive, giving him the location. Opening the envelope that was delivered to her, she took out the key with trembling fingers and put it in the keyhole to twist it. The entrance unlocked and her pulse quivered her throat. Tiptoeing, she rubbed her palms to her long skirt to clean the sweat and gingerly open the bedroom door. And..... Few minutes later... "My love, I have been dying not being able to see you. Where did you go without informing anyone? If not for the jammer installed in your mobile..." Carlos shook his head and his lips landed on her neck. He bit her, sucked her there with a yearn of passion making his mark. "Do not do such crazy things." His breath was ragged after the bite, covered with desire but at the same time with a kind of control and power. Moving closer, he shifted her head up and then kissed her in wantonness, lust and most importantly in an undying love. PS This book has two parts in it. (sequel and prequel)

Victor stood behind me, cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess. He reached down, scooped a finger through the cum dripping from my hole, then brought it to my lips. "Taste how full I left you, baby girl." I sucked his finger clean without hesitation, moaning softly at the salty, musky mix. "More," I whispered. "I want both of you again. Harder this time." Jamal chuckled low, stroking his length back to full hardness. It looked even longer now, curved and slick from my spit. "Greedy little thing. Flip over. I want to see your face while I fuck you." Cum Inside Me, Daddy is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat.Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail.No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

The things we want are so very rarely the things we need. Clifton Heights, a modest Adirondack town, offers many unique attractions. Arcane Delights sells both paperbacks and hard-to-find limited editions. The Skylark Diner serves the best home-cooked meals around, with friendly service and a smile. Every August, Mr. Jingo’s County Fair visits, to the delight of children and adults. In essence, Clifton Heights is the quintessential small American town. Everyone knows everyone else, and everyone is treated like family. It is quiet, simple, and peaceful. But shadows linger here. Flitting in dark corners, from the corner of the eye. If you walk down Main Street after dark, the slight scrape of shoes on asphalt whispers you're not alone, but when you look over your shoulder, no one is there. The moon shines high and bright in the night sky, but instead of throwing light, it only seems to make the shadows lengthen. Children disappear. Teens run away. Hunters get lost in the woods with frightening regularity. Husbands go mad, and wives vanish in the dead of night. And still, when the sun rises in the morning, you are greeted by townspeople with warm waves and friendly smiles, and the shivers pass as everything seems fresh and new... Until night falls once more. Handy's Pawn and Thrift sits several blocks down from Arcane Delights. Like any thrift store, its wares range from the mundane to the bizarre. By daylight, it seems just another slice of small town Americana. But in its window hangs a sign which reads: We Have Things You Need. And when a lonely traveling salesman comes looking for something he desperately wants, after normal visiting hours, after night has fallen, he will face a harsh truth among the shelves of Handy’s Pawn and Thrift: the things we want are rarely the things we need. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.