Collective-stories Novels & Stories

“I’m not asking permission. I’m telling you what I’m doing. You can help or stay out of my way.” Through the bond, I felt his conflict. Fear for my safety. Respect for my determination. Love makes the choice impossible. “If you’re doing this, I’m with you,” he said finally. “But we have to be smart about it. We research first. Learn everything we can. Then we plan.” “Fine. But we start now. Tonight.” I looked at Thaddeus. “Tell us everything you know about the Collective.” He sighed. Resigned. “They’re organized in cells. Small groups that don’t know about each other. Makes them hard to trace. Each cell has a leader. Someone powerful. Connected. Beyond suspicion.”

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

Eliza whispered, her voice cracking with relief as she held on tighter. Tyler squeezed me even closer. “You came through for us. I don’t even know how but thank you so much. We owe you everything.” We pulled apart and started talking fast, all three of us speaking over each other about how scared we had been and how we never should have gone to that stupid club and how the ropes had hurt and how they thought it was over. Luca cleared his throat loud behind us, his presence making the air feel heavier and my skin tingle. “I’ll have my guys take them home right now. They need rest and you need to get back too.”

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

Lila's POV The next day dragged with a delicious ache, my body still marked from Jax's midnight claim pussy sore and leaking his cum under my skirt as I moved around Mia's house. Breakfast had been torture, his foot teasing my ankle under the table while Mia chattered about weekend plans, clueless to the dirty secret burning between us. "Movie marathon tonight," she announced, eyes lighting up. "You in, Lila? Jax too.. family bonding." I nodded, pulse racing at the thought of being sandwiched between them, the risk making my core throb.

But looking at Finn’s scars and her own, she knew they’d have to find an answer. Because the Collective wasn’t going away. And neither was the question of what people would sacrifice for power.

They looked like… gods. Damon, Draven, and Damian Ryder. My brother's triplet roommates back in college and currently some of the most successful businessmen in the city. The last time I saw them physically was ten years ago. What the hell were they doing here, and when did they get so fucking hot?

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

I'm a paid slut. Yeah, get over it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, I plan on traveling the world and this is the fastest way to do so. Now, back to my story. We never get to know our client's name for confidential reasons. We also go by fake name for the same reason. User 677 is my client and Beverly Holly is my fake name. That's all you'll need to know. User 677 – Male. 46.

One wrong move and he would lock me down even harder. I hugged a pillow to my chest, staring blankly at the TV. College was my only real ticket out. If I could get accepted somewhere, even a community college, I could finally move out, have my own place, and explore everything I’ve been craving. Meet guys. Film real collabs. Feel what it’s actually like to be properly fucked instead of just fantasizing about it. But that was still months away. Applications, acceptance, financial aid… it all felt so far. Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip.