Count Rostov Novels & Stories

40 stories. 40 fantasies. 40 limits. Dive into a world where desire knows no boundaries and pleasure has no rules. This provocative collection features fourty standalone dark romance stories that explore the forbidden, the intense, and the utterly irresistible. From the mysterious masked stripper who reveals her true identity to the man who's been fantasizing about her for months, to the "therapeutic" massage that becomes anything but professional—each story delivers scorching heat, dominant heroes, and heroines who surrender to their deepest cravings. Inside this collection: A gym instructor who teaches more than just proper form A tattoo artist whose needle isn't the only thin

I think Giselle Foster, the fake heiress of my family, has gotten reborn. Not only does she stop my parents from choosing one of us to stay with them, but she also secretly tells my mom that the apocalypse is coming, and that the zombies will take over the world. My biological parents choose to believe Giselle. Soon, they start borrowing money from all sources and stock up on everything as much as possible. As Giselle stands in the indestructible safe house, she looks at me smugly. "You didn't just fail to win Mom and Dad over—you'll always be inferior to me as well!" I merely smirk at her in return. After that, I pass the antidote for the zombification virus to the military. Idiots w

In a world where wealth and power dictates fate, Aria Luxen, the rightful successor to the Luxen enterprise, finds herself in a treacherous game of blackmail. With the weight of her father's legacy on her shoulders, she faces an impossible challenge: get married to Darren Maxwell or risk losing everything to her corrupt half-brother and scheming stepmother. Darren had an ulterior motive, a devious scheme to take away everything from Aria completely, including her inheritance. But deception burns like wildfire, because the man Aria thought she was married to had been living under the identity of someone he could’ve been mistaken for. Betrayed, cast out, and left to fend for herself, Ari

​"You have no identity, Lily. But under the protection of the Ford name, they can’t touch you." ​Awaking in a public hospital with a fractured mind and nothing but her name, Lily Grace Hart is brutally cast out into the freezing rain. Her ex-fiancé, Damian Cross, and her cruel stepsister have stolen everything—her fortune, her identity, and her very life. They think they’ve buried their crime. They think they won. ​Until she collapses at the feet of Levi Dominic Ford. ​Cold, ruthless, and driven by a dark thirst for vengeance against the Hart empire, the tech billionaire offers her a lifeline wrapped in silk and danger: a fake engagement. ​The rules are simple: Smile when he look

Kalila had always been an outcast, bullied all her life. She died alongside her crush Apollo when Millicent, his jealous admirer, ran them down. But when she is reborn into the werewolf world with a chance to live again, she jumps at the opportunity. However, there is a catch: Kalila must complete a list of missions in ninety days, and the first is to protect the callous Alpha Ares from being poisoned. This sets Kalila on a path of danger, pack politics, and romance. She navigates the pack's inner workings, exposes traitors and conspiracies, and stops a rogue werewolf while trying to keep her true identity a secret. Along the way, she becomes torn between her loyalty to Ares and her

After connecting to a call hosted on a treasure-appraisal livestream, I find out that the "Fields of Freedom" stamp my grandpa has left me with is worth 10 million dollars. I've been troubled as to how I should afford my upcoming wedding with my girlfriend, Danielle Dalton. Delighted by the news, I call Danielle to tell her about it. Unexpectedly, Danielle, who's always such a prude about physical contact to the point that she refuses to let me kiss her, turns up on my doorstep that night. She spends the night draining me of my stamina with her skills and body. When I wake up once again, both Danielle and my stamp are gone. I visit Danielle's home to get my stamp back. But her father ins

Ever since my mom gave birth to her second child, everything in the household is tied to drawing lots. Everyone has to draw lots in order to decide whose favorite food will be served for each meal. We have to draw lots to see who among us gets a hug from our parents. Every time, I end up drawing the short end of the stick, so everyone automatically assumes that my younger sister, Anabelle Madden, gets the better lot. She easily reaps my parents' love without having to do anything at all. Whenever I feel like crying because of the injustice, Mom will scold me instantly. "I bought the lottery box because I was worried that you might feel upset about this. I'm doing this just to be fair to

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw

A blizzard had buried the mountain, turning every road into a death trap. Locals called it Deadman's Pass—seventy-two icy switchbacks with zero room for error. As the only person who had ever made it through without a scratch, I'd just gotten a million-dollar rescue call from beyond the final curve. Ten years ago, I went there once. My seventeen-year-old daughter, Maya, was skydiving with her classmates when a violent air current forced an emergency landing. The rescue came too late. She died there. Later, I learned my husband, Jayden Boone, had ignored Maya's safety. He poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into the rescue effort and redirected every team to save his ex's daughter

On my twentieth birthday, my father asked me to draw from a box of straws. It was to pick a husband between William Smith and Austin Smith to inherit North Town. The short straw represented Austin, while the long straw represented William. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the long straw. However, I was certain that I did not want to marry Austin. I drew straws for three years, but it was to no avail. I had no choice but to tamper with the straws to marry William as I wished. However, ten years into our marriage, he was no longer gentle and kind. He had turned into a really cold person. He neither returned home nor touched me. Even when I threatened him with a knife, he r