Novel & Cerita Daddy Little Girl

This is a reverse-harem, coming-of-age story about a girl who discovers her true power when she escapes heartbreak and moves far away from everything she knew in the bustling city of LA, to the wild redwoods of Northern California. A modern twist on “Little Red Riding Hood,” Rosalynd Reid will need to choose who to love and trust--her hunky werewolf, the reclusive artist billionaire/secret leprechaun, or the wise professor/Coven Leader sent to guide her in the ways of magic. She will find some parts of magic are beautiful, and others dark. She will learn to love the trees from the local werewolf pack as their future luna, and the ways of earth magic and sexual energy from the witches. Her leprechaun lover will teach her about all the hidden riches in the community and will open her eyes to the exciting lifestyle of a country billionaire. In the end, after many trials, adventures, and flirtations, she will discover her power and find true happiness with the men of her dreams.

On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."

"You really think you can seduce the Alpha looking like that?" The mischievous grey wolf beside me whispered. He was trying to make me give up, but I had to come out the victor in these games for my pack and my family. He slowly took one clawed finger and slipped the strap of my silk burgundy floor length gown off my shoulder in front of the whole table of wolf royalty. "That's a little more like it," He coaxed, "Look at him with all of those other attractive wolves to choose from. You'll never catch his attention like this." I stared at the end of the table where the Alpha sat. He was dark of hair and broad of chest and always had a smile and was willing to lend a paw to a wolf in need. He was laughing at something the stunning blonde she-wolf beside him had said and that cheerful couple drew a sharp contrast from the unknown man on his other side. I couldn't even be sure that man was a wolf at all, he was pale and lean but his eyes were dark, cold and...and never seemed to leave my face. "Just give up the games now," the grey wolf continues, "fall into my arms instead I can take care of you just as well as some fancy Alpha can. Close your eyes, you won't even notice the difference." I felt his tongue from my collar bone to my jaw.

She was rescued by our pack, the Asara. We knew nothing about who she was before that. But with her delicious female scent, my brothers and I soon caught a whiff of her. We were quick to investigate. It didn't take us long to figure out what she was hiding under that oversized cloak. And we each wanted a part of it. She thought she could run from us? The best in enemy combat, the tracker and best sniffer in the pack, and the fastest one of us. Second only to our Alpha. The Mating Moon is on the rise and my brothers and I don't mind sharing. As long as we each get a taste of that sweet scent. And to partake of that delicious body. She might resist but we're strong, and she is one of only seven breedable females...she won't be going anywhere until we've had our fill of her. And under a Mating Moon, us males get insatiable. Go ahead. Run little Vanna Rae, it's more fun that way...

In an alternate universe reminiscent of the Regency era, Isabella unexpectedly appears on the doorstep of Damian’s estate with shocking news: his late brother had a three-year-old daughter, Jane, born to Isabella’s now-deceased sister. Having taken on the responsibility of raising her niece after her sister’s passing, Isabella is determined to secure a proper future for the child. Stunned by the revelation, Damian offers Isabella and Jane a place in his estate, ensuring the girl receives the care and upbringing she deserves. Initially hesitant to leave behind the life she knows, Isabella ultimately agrees, realizing it is in Jane’s best interest. As they navigate their new life together, an undeniable bond begins to form between Damian and Isabella. However, their growing affection is soon threatened by a buried secret from Isabella’s past—one that could shatter their relationship and jeopardize Jane’s future. Now, Damian and Isabella must overcome the trials ahead to protect those they hold dear and fight for the love they never expected to find. “Fate: Sweet little cheat” is a tale of unexpected twists, the power of love, and the strength of forgiveness, set against a backdrop of elegant balls and the rigid social norms of an alternative Regency era.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content. Taboo and forbidden relationships. Stepfather/stepdaughter. Stepbrother/stepsister. Father-in-law. Age gap. Dubious consent. Possessive and controlling men. Stalking. Dark obsession. Power imbalance. Boss/employee. Mafia. Enemies. Jealousy. Degradation. Praise kink. Rough sex. Multiple partners. Cheating (not between main characters). Morally grey everything. This is not for good girls. Good girls don't read this. Good girls don't wonder what it would feel like to get caught, pinned, owned. Good girls don't lie awake thinking about the man they're not supposed to want — the stepfather who looks at them like a problem he's decided to solve, the stepbrother who knows exactly what he's doing, the boss who makes the air thin every time he walks into the room. If you're a good girl, close this now. Still here? Good. Make Me Scream, Daddy is a collection of filthy, unhinged, no-apology erotica for the woman who wants it wrong, wants it rough, and wants it with a man who has absolutely no business giving it to her. These are short stories, not slow burns. There is no waiting. There is no fade to black. There is only the moment things tip over the edge — and then everything that comes after. Stepdads who stop pretending. Stepbrothers who don't. Dangerous men who decided you were theirs before you even knew their name. Bosses who ruin the professional relationship on purpose. Stalkers who make you feel seen in ways that should terrify you and don't. These men are not good for you. That's the point. 100 chapters. Zero remorse. Read alone. Or with your little Rose.

I’m so tired of always being the one left behind. Tired of heartbreak, of promises that turn into pain... I never knew love could be this exhausting. “I... I promise... if marriage only means being broken like this... then these will be the last tears I ever cry.” I said it—sobbing under the cold rain, thinking that maybe this was the end of my story. But life had other plans. Enter Thunder Montessori. Twenty-seven years old. Powerful. Dangerous. A trillionaire who could own the world if he wanted to. With his sky-blue eyes, sharp mind, and infuriating charm—he’s the kind of man who turns chaos into a lifestyle. And somehow... he’s tearing down every wall I built. He says he wants to build a new world with me. But should I let him? Because I’ve been here before—caught in beautiful lies. I don’t want to lose myself again for a love that might never stay. Still, a part of me wonders... What would it be like to marry a man who could buy the stars? What if this love doesn’t break me... But saves me?

"She needs me, Alyne. I've told you thousand times. Don't be selfish!" The boy's hand reached the girl's hand in front of him. "We're both struggling, Alyne," the boy continued, trying to soften his voice. The girl nodded harshly causing the tears that welled up in her eyes to fall. "Yeah, Herrin. We're both struggling." "I struggled desperately to beat my ego to maintain our relationship. And you ..." "You struggled desperately to win over your ego to end our relationship."

We stepped out of his car after we spotted a basket in front of the gate. As we approached, I heard a sound. I walked closer and gasped. “What’s that thing?” he asked. “This isn’t a ‘thing.’ It’s a baby,” I deadpanned. I picked up the child. A baby girl. My eyes widened. she had every feature of my boss. Almost like they were related. A note hung from her necklace. “How the hell did she get here?” he asked, coming closer. I shrugged. Slowly, I opened the note and read it aloud: Dear Nick, You probably don’t remember me. We met at a party almost two years ago. We had a one-night stand. Too drunk to use protection. Luciana is the result of that reckless night. I’ve cared for her for a year, putting my life on hold. Now it’s your turn. I don’t want anything from you. Just take care of your child. Xoxo. I watched him run a finger through his hair. Even stressed, the gesture was hypnotic. He’s that beautiful. I couldn’t deny it. “What the fuck? Set up an appointment with my doctor immediately. I’m going to conduct a DNA test for this…thing.” I snorted internally. “Her name is Luciana,” I replied, and he rolled his eyes. I stared down at the baby. She didn’t deserve any of this. How could a mother leave her own child? And what if someone had taken her before we arrived? Luciana. At least she had a name.

Bronwyn thought the hardest part of coming home for the holidays would be facing her small town past. She never imagined walking into the Rhiggs estate and feeling her body come alive under the gaze of Trenton Rhiggs, her best friend Eudora's father. He is everything she should not want: older, powerful, and completely forbidden. Trenton Rhiggs is a man who built an empire and commanded respect from everyone around him. Widowed for three years, he buried himself in work and being a father. Then Bronwyn arrived for the holidays and suddenly the girl he remembered became a woman he cannot stop thinking about. Every instinct tells him to stay away but having her under his roof makes that impossible. When a blizzard traps them alone in the massive Rhiggs estate, the attraction neither can deny finally erupts. What starts as one stolen night becomes an addiction neither can quit. They know it is wrong. They know Eudora can never find out. But some cravings are too powerful to resist. Their secret burns hotter every day until someone sees something they should not have. A business rival discovers the affair and threatens to expose Trenton unless he backs away from a major deal. Bronwyn becomes leverage in a dangerous game. Now Trenton has to choose between protecting his empire or claiming the one woman he was never supposed to touch. Their forbidden desire might cost them everything but walking away feels impossible.