Closed Chapter Novels & Stories

Tempt Me, Master is not for the faint of heart. Step into a world where desire rules, control excites, and every touch burns hotter than the last. From the office to secret bedrooms, from strict dominants to willing submissives, these stories explore forbidden pleasures, raw lust, and intense erotic tension that will leave you breathless. In these sizzling tales, every heartbeat, every glance, and every whispered command drives women to the edge of pleasure. Lou is caught in the strict, commanding grip of her boss Dante, surrendering completely to his control in private sessions that are as painful as they are intoxicating. Jane signs a daring contract with her boss Eric, where obedience becomes her ultimate aphrodisiac. And in other stories, midnight temptations, secret encounters behind closed doors, and one night of unrestrained ownership ignite passions that can’t be tamed. Each story is a journey of craving and surrender — where lust dominates reason, and every desire is explored without shame. If you love erotic affairs, commanding lovers, and forbidden pleasures that leave the body trembling, **Tempt Me, Master** is your ultimate escape. Enter only if you’re ready to obey, crave, and succumb to the heat of desire.

A woman trapped in her mysterious dreams finds herself in people's past since her childhood. As the fragments of dreams show her bits of many people's pasts! When she trained herself to live with this mysterious ability, she found herself in her own past one day! And after visiting her past if she gets hurt in her dream, she bleeds in real too. In the past, it wasn't this fatal as those were others' past! But why do the people in her dreams show up in front of her now with the same names?! Why did her closed one's past get added as a bonus?! It's like she knows even some strangers well without even talking to them in person! And what's with her loose mouth uttering bull**** without realising?! It's like she has a whole different person and emotions in her! The memories of her past show up in unexpected situations catching her off guard and making her look like a crazy woman who is in dire need of admission to a mental asylum! --- Hey dears! Hope you like and support my story!

On her twenty-first birthday, Saskia Beaumont wanted one night of freedom from her toxic family. She sneaks into an exclusive, masked club and shares a wild, passionate night with a dangerous stranger. She thought she’d never see him again. The next morning, her world shatters. Her late father’s will states that she cannot touch her billion-dollar inheritance unless she lives under the absolute control of a legal guardian for six months. Left penniless after her ex-boyfriend and stepmother steal her savings, Saskia is forced to move into the guardian's mansion. There, she comes face-to-face with the billionaire tycoon, Evander Sinclair. He was her father’s closest associate—and he is the exact same man who owned her body the night before. Evander is cold, strict, and demands total obedience during the day. But behind closed doors, the tension between them is electric. If anyone discovers their affair, Saskia loses her entire fortune to her stepmother, and Evander’s reputation will be destroyed. They have everything to lose, but neither of them can stay away from the dark, forbidden heat between them.

Falling in love with the wrong man was her worst mistake… but escaping him could cost her life. When Isabela met Alejandro Moretti on a trip to Greece, she never imagined the man who offered her a fairy-tale romance was hiding an empire built on blood, betrayal, and dark secrets. With his intense gaze and commanding presence, Alejandro won her over effortlessly, becoming her refuge, her devoted husband, and the perfect father to their children… but also her greatest deception. His love wrapped around her like a silk trap—beautiful and lethal. For years, Isabela lived in a bubble of happiness, unaware of the darkness lurking behind closed doors. Until the fire of violence reached her home, and she learned the truth: Alejandro wasn’t just the man she loved—he was the ruthless boss of one of the world’s most powerful and feared mafias. Now, caught in a war she never asked for, with enemies lurking in every shadow, Isabela must make the hardest decision of her life: continue loving the man who condemned her to this hell… or run from him—knowing Moretti never lets go of what belongs to him.

***This book contains violence, cursing, sexual content, and talk of suicide, enjoy at your discretion.*** I was walking through an unknown foggy forest when I spotted a field of wildflowers. My feet had a mind of their own as they led me to wander through the flowers. I nonchalantly dragged my hands over the flowers. It was a beautiful and serene sight. I deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and gave a little shudder of bliss. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers a new sound harmonized with the thunder paws, screams and howls for help terrorized me. I clawed at the ground desperate to escape the menacing choir. Fire licked my skin and I screamed for help. Sobs escaped my lips as flaming branches fell on me from above. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that consumed me as everything went dark.

New book I loved Dexter Lorenzo with my entire existence but unfortunately I was never the one for him. I was infertile and he said he would love me no matter what.For four years he had always been that sweet and caring husband, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world and even other girls were jealous of me. They thought I had the most influential man in Manila City wrapped around my fingers but behind closed doors, it was hell… That day, I learned the fact that he’s been cheating on me a long time ago, living a double life and having a twins with someone else. And that woman was no other person than my half sister “Emily Weston” I was mad and filled with furry. I pushed her but I didn’t expect that it would kill her babies. Dexter was furious and sent his lawyer to force me to sign the divorce papers. I was locked up for months and when I finally got out, no property and jewelry belonged to me anymore. I promised to come back for revenge. This time around, with triplets.

For five years, Anna has lived a ghost’s existence within the prestigious Bloodmoon Pack. Scentless, unranked, and treated as a common servant, she has endured the emotional cruelty of her fiancé, Alpha Saed. But behind closed doors, Anna is the true architect of the territory. Possessing a flawless tactical mind, she manages the pack’s complex digital defense grids, rewrites Saed's economic policies and single-handedly keeps the regional superpower from bankruptcy while Saed takes the public glory. Her only protection from her own hidden, volatile power is an ancient, tarnished silver heirloom necklace left by her late mother. The fragile illusion shatters when Saed, desperate to secure a political alliance with the ruthless Ironclaw Pack, publicly rejects Anna during a high profile succession ceremony in favor of a high-tier debutante, Elaria. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, stripped of her access keys, and brutally banished into the treacherous Rogue Lands, Anna is left for dead. But Saed makes a fatal miscalculation: he didn’t just banish a maid; he evicted the linchpin of his entire empire.

“You can still walk away,” he said, his voice lower now. I shook my head. “I don’t want to.” Something in his expression softened, just slightly. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a second, neither of us moved. Like we were both waiting, deciding. His hand lifted, hesitating just slightly before brushing against my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Last chance,” he murmured. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. I closed the distance instead. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was searching, deliberate. Like he was testing something, me. And I responded before I could stop myself. Before I could think. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the world around us slipped further out of reach. The hesitation was gone now. Replaced by something heavier, something I didn’t want to question. And this time, I didn’t think.

The pain was intense, a slow-building agony that seemed to consume her entire being. She felt her soul slipping away, her body broken and battered. Coughing, she looked up at the moonless sky, wishing for a second chance to rewrite her destiny and avenge her parents' deaths. If only there were a God up there, but she knew it was pointless. She could feel her life slipping through her fingers. And when death came, she didn't fight it. She closed her eyes as the footsteps got louder, giving up. …. Zeph gave her all to Lysander, a man she had believed saved her life, only to realize too late, that she was mistaken. Abused and tortured by her supposed perfect husband, she died, only to get a second chance to seek revenge on those who hurt her. However, things started going awry from the first night she met her ex-husband. The man who had always been a devil was now different, almost like an entirely new person. And the truth she thought she knew didn't seem like it anymore.

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”