Cosmere Novellas Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV. I slipped out of the rectory just after midnight, my legs barely able to carry me. Every step sent fresh reminders through my body. My pussy was swollen and tender, still leaking Father Lucian’s thick cum. My ass throbbed with a deep, filthy ache from how many times he had taken me there tonight. My nipples were sore from his mouth, my neck marked with faint bruises, and my thighs sticky with the evidence of hours of intense, sinful fucking.

I follow, cumming deep, her moans echoing as we slump against the wall, breathless. “You’re mine,” she whispers, kissing me fiercely. Princess, you’re killing me, in the best way. We rejoin the others, Elyria’s glow obvious, my harem smirking. Ardyn strategizes over wine, rebuilding defenses, while Kaelen vows to hunt Guild remnants, Zane scouting for news. I’m content, heart full. I rewrote the novel, saved Cillian, claimed a harem, added a princess. The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours.

And just when I thought I could give it a try, I realized his size had occupied my throat so his cum started pulling out of my mouth and slipping through the little opening left between the sides of my lips. Then he let out a loud guttural groan and finally released my hair, his chest rising and falling heavily as he came down from it. For a moment, all that was left in the room was the sound of his breathing—slowly, and gradually settling. I gently pulled away from him but I didn't unwrap my hands yet. I held him firmly even as his cock slowly softened up in my hands. Then I began to place gentle kisses all over his cock while he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

With a disdainful sniff, she released Amelia and swept past, leaving the younger woman shaking and nursing what would surely blossom into a lurid bruise along her jawline. Tormented from all sides, with no allies or escape from the Rothchild estate. Truly, she had entered the serpent's den, surrounded by venomous predators eager to strike at any moment of perceived vulnerability. During tea socials, Jasmine and Bianca derived cruel delight in loudly recounting lurid tales of their past romantic dalliances in excruciating detail. They smirked as Amelia's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassed discomfort.

Amara’s pulse spiked as she pushed it open fully—and froze. Jace and Nicole were both stark naked, their bodies pressed together, lips locked in a deep kiss. The sight hit her like a physical blow. Amara blinked, stepping back, her stomach twisting with a mixture of shock, anger, and something else she couldn’t name. The scene was intimate, raw, and completely out of bounds. Her hand trembled as she closed the door silently behind her, leaning against it, trying to steady her breath. The house felt impossibly quiet after the sound of the door shutting, leaving only her and the memory of what she had just seen.

A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound of surrender, of something long denied. He lifted his head, his gaze searching hers, dark and intense. He trailed kisses down her neck, the soft skin there yielding beneath his lips. His hand slid beneath her nightgown, tracing the curve of her hip, then her thigh. She gasped, her legs parting instinctively. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his lips hot against her skin. A cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure, ripped through the quiet room. She arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

“Look at this! A candle that smells like thunderstorms. I don’t even know what that means, but I want it.” Celeste chuckled, real and light. They reached the tables with handmade charms and jewelry—sun catchers and pressed flower pendants, wire-wrapped crystals and rings shaped like leaves and vines. It was delicate work, humble and full of care. Celeste drifted toward the edge of the display, her gaze catching on something small and silver. It was a charm. A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars.

Then— a child’s voice whispered directly beside her ear. “Turn around.” Elena spun instantly. Nothing. The room remained empty. But the black veins beneath her skin began glowing faintly. The necklace around her throat burned. And suddenly— CRASH. Every candle in the room exploded at once. Elena gasped and stumbled backward as darkness swallowed the room completely. The whispers screamed together now. “She belongs to us.” “Open the bond.” “Let us inside.” The bedroom door burst open. Guards rushed inside immediately. “My lady—”

Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back, showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with a