Daddy Issues Test Novels & Stories

I fall in love with my father's friend, an Alpha 20 years my senior. I'm only eight when I first meet him. It happens at a banquet for the upper echelons of the werewolf pack. My father brings me with him. Layson Romanov instantly catches my eye. He stands tall at six feet and two inches, and his toned figure shows through his black suit. He exudes a natural dominance. My father introduces me to him, and he caresses my hair with a smile. Then, he gives me a pink dress adorned with pearls and pink diamonds. "You'll look beautiful when you're old enough to wear this." Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. … Ten years later, I put on that dress and enter his room. He's drugged after falling into someone's trap, and his wolf is out of control. His usually calm eyes are filled with mania. I know that he'll go insane—even lose his life—if he doesn't have an antidote. So, I give him my pure, untainted body. I become his antidote. We later marry, and he loves me as my father would've done. However, when I'm four months pregnant, I discover that his personal secretary, Grace Parker, is also pregnant. "I'm sorry to have put you through this, Grace. Everyone knows I only married Charlotte out of duty. I'll make sure our child is my only heir," he says. It all makes sense now—no wonder Layson refused to mark me despite us being married. Grace is the one he loves. I'm heartbroken. I ingest a large amount of wolfsbane, leading to a miscarriage. I ultimately die of blood loss. Intense regret washes over me as I breathe my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been reborn. I'm taken back to the day Layson is drugged…

BLURB :This collection drags you into the darkest corners of craving where every touch is betrayal, every orgasm is soaked in guilt, and the more wrong it feels, the wetter they get. Expect savage dominance, brutal dirty talk, sloppy creampies, power exchanges, and deliciously corrupt “good girls” and “curious boys” who discover they were born to be ruined by the one person they can never have. No vanilla. No slow burns. Just raw, addictive descent into depravity. Each story is a complete, multi-chapter filthy ride packed with slow building tension that explodes into merciless fucking, whispered commands in public, hidden hands under tables, and secret rules that turn ordinary days into constant dripping need. These are stories of total surrender: stretched and trained, bratty rebels broken into obedient dumps, and forbidden lovers who risk everything for the rush of being claimed hard and filled deep. Open these pages only if you’re ready to get addicted to the kind of filth you’ll never admit you love.

The CIA sent Caleb Doherty to infiltrate Devil’s Playground — Brighton Fall’s most powerful, most secretive, most untouchable establishment — with one objective. Find the killer hiding behind its gilded walls. The one they call The Devil. Get the job done, earn the mission he actually wants, and never look back. Simple enough for a man who graduated top of his class. What nobody accounted for was the green eyed boss who watches him from behind walls, who stands him up on the first day like Caleb isn’t worth his time, and who somehow finds his way into Caleb’s bedroom at night — touching him like he already owns him, calling him Princess like it isn’t a threat. Caleb has one rule. One. He does not bottom. Not for anyone. Not for any reason. Not even for the most dangerous entity in Brighton Falls who seems to have made breaking that rule his sole personal mission. Caleb needs this job. His real mission — finding the mob that took everything from him — depends on it. He can’t afford distractions. He can’t afford whatever this is. He especially can’t afford to beg. But Remy Templeton didn’t get to where he is by losing. And he wants Caleb on his knees.

Warning? ⚠️: For 18+ and above. Bastian Lockhart is a sad billionaire with a lot of traumas. He fights his desires for Lilith wanting to protect and not give in to his darker desires. He vowed within himself to protect her. But who will protect him from his darkest desire? Teaser: "You are playing with fire, Lilith." I tried warning her again. "Let me burn daddy," she said. I knew right there that we would both be burning and not just her. Warning ⚠️ this is pure dark romance vibes for my girlies with lots of explicit scenes for 18+

Getting a job to work as the agent of a top artist in the country, Lyron is excited for the extra pay to cater to his siblings' needs. But when his boss, Amil and him find themselves on a rollercoaster of feelings harbored towards each other, starting with dislike and hate, they both do not expect to be bound by these feelings especially when Amil is betrothed to marry the daughter of his family's friend. Lyron is pregnant but emotionally broken. Amil keeps denying his sexual orientation and feelings for Lyron. What happens between these two lovers when fate comes into play?

“…I and my son wanna bend you over that stuff pier table worth $ 4.6 million and fuck the decency out of you!" Mr. Reagan naughtily rasped, with a stern grin on his face. ••••••••••••••••••••• Gabrielle's POV I was compelled to sign a sinful contract with a powerful man, Mr. Reagan, the fifth wolf. Furthermore, he forcefully engaged me to his drop-dead gorgeous son, Hidalgo Massimo Reagan. Both father and son wanna have me and they both trapped me, Caged me. Imprisoned me. And possessed me. I was more like property to them, and there was no escape! I am their adorable plaything —and they are my wildest fantasies. They are my pretty distractions. And They are my commanding kings! •••••••••••••••••

Trigger warnings: 18+, contains BDSM, hardcore sex, Sub and mature content. "Crawl over, Claire. Crawl over, and get what you want, that is the least you can do for how hard I intend to fuck you.” ******************** Just like everyone else who ends up in college with their curiosity spiking up the ceiling, Claire's was no different from them. A text confirming her boyfriend was at a fraternity party making out had her racing out, until she met the one person she would have never expected to cross paths with. Under the influence of aphrodisiac, she had given herself to him, with no recollection of who he is or where he was from until fate brought them together. With her working in his startup firm as an assistant, and his claws deep in her, Jerald wasn't ready to let her go, and she wasn't ready to do so as well, not even when she found out he was her boyfriend's elder brother. He made her feel things she hadn't felt before, and touches her in places she wouldn't have expected was possible, what awaits them when it seems their luck had run out? And the world suddenly seems to be against them?

“Who did you kill?” He questioned. Making every excitement I had generated before disappear immediately. It started as a mistake. One that should have ended before it began. But secrets surfaced, lines blurred, and every moment between us became harder to ignore. The problem? He was my best friend's father. And the closer we got, the more everything threatened to fall apart. Damian knows getting involved with Nickolai is a mistake. Nickolai is older, guarded, and far too experienced at hiding the truth behind a carefully controlled smile. He should be someone Damian avoids, not the one person who makes him feel seen when the rest of the world fades away. What starts as an unexpected connection quickly becomes something neither of them can ignore. But every secret has a price. Nickolai is haunted by a past he's desperate to keep buried, while Damian carries a truth that could change everything between them. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the lies end and the feelings begin. Trust is fragile, and every revelation threatens to tear them apart. Caught between desire, guilt, and the weight of everything left unsaid, Damian and Nickolai find themselves trapped in a relationship built on stolen moments and dangerous truths. Because some secrets can destroy a reputation. Others can destroy a heart. And the most dangerous secret of all might be how much they're willing to risk for each other.

"You've been a bad girl. Now I'm gonna fuck every bit of that sass right out of this pretty throat." He fisted my hair and dragged the leaking head of his cock over my lips, smearing them glossy and wet. "Beg," he ordered. My voice shook with how badly I needed it. "Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock. I'll be good—I swear." "Too late for good, baby. You're going to choke on it." Without another warning he thrust forward, sliding deep in one smooth stroke until the fat head bumped the back of my throat. Zara's life takes an erotic turn when she attends a new Psych class and her professor is her mother's ex husband. Dominic Calloway. He is hot, older and completely off limits. One lecture on submission and she’s soaked, desperate to be used. Even though she lives a double life as Grey Writes, a popular erotica writer, she is still a virgin. But now her body burns to be claimed and she can’t stop imagining him bending her over his desk, making her beg, stretching her open and claiming what no one else has touched. He’s forbidden. Taboo. Everything she shouldn’t want. But like his name, he’s exactly the Dom she needs.

⚠️*WARNING: 18+ Explicit Content “Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. Her legs moved before her mind could protest. In seconds his mouth was on her breast, hot and demanding, while two thick fingers thrust deep inside her, drawing out a slick, shameful rush of need. He pulled her onto his lap, ripped her panties aside, and drove into her with one savage stroke—stretching, claiming, ruining her in the dark. Jessy clung to his shoulders, gasping, moaning, breaking apart as pleasure tore through her like fire. He fucked her harder, deeper, whispering filthy praises against her skin until she shattered around him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Still joined, his cock twitching inside her, he brushed damp strands of hair from her tear-streaked face and smirked. “Now tell me your name again… Jessy.” Footsteps clicked down the marble hallway. “Jessy? Sweetheart, I’m home.” Her aunt’s voice—warm, loving, and far too close. Terror and forbidden desire twisted in Jessy’s chest as she sat there naked, impaled on the man who was never a stranger. His cum was still leaking down her thighs when he flexed his hips, pushing deeper, and whispered hot against her ear, “Be very quiet, little girl. Wouldn’t want Mommy to discover how hard her precious girl just came on a stranger's cock.”