Deviant Fantasy Novels & Stories

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

I knew that he and my father didn't have the same mom, their father married a new wife after my father's mom left them, she didn't want to get involved with the Mafia business, so she left and then he married Dooms mother, which is why he was so young but I doubt my father wanted what belongs to him. "You are lying..." "I’m not." He said. "It’s called the Egg of Alcaron, it contains the life force of immortality but it can only be activated when broken by a bloodline, a member of the Castillo family. I begged your father to do it for me, I begged." He looked down, and for the first time ever, I saw a flicker of vulnerability ghosting across his features.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

He was restraining himself even though his tone was dangerous I wasn't scared of him. "It's black," his voice crisp with darkness and he tightened his grip around my chin in an earning that it was my time to run from him before he paints me in his colour. He let go of my chin and his fingers traced my chin, my neck and went to the blades of my shoulders and I closed my eyes because even though he was simply tracing his fingers it was too much and he brought his lips closer to my ears, "And I want to colour you in my black, I want to bring you to my hell and taint you with my hands, I want to make you mine, I want to claim you and keep you in my darkness and my hell," his voice resonating me,

Their love would find a way to overcome all obstacles. For now, this was more than enough. THE END. ******** DEVIANCE finally comes to an end and I am so happy at how everything turned out. Thank you to those who read my book, commented and made me smile, voted, and recommend my book to friends. Thanks to all silent readers out there. You are appreciated.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

"I guess I am not the only one being delusional over here. My dear ugly face Demon, I think you should start to reconsider your position." "What position?" "Well, first of all, your sense of style does leave much to desire. For a second, you have no idea how to torture. And lastly, I think you have underestimated the love of a human for a Devil." "What do you mean the love of a human for a Devil?" …Damien POV…

“Even the best criminals are not that scandalous. I mean, the only time I ever see that happen is with Gillian Flynn.” Sebastian cocks his brows, totally lost off space by what his wife is saying. “Gillian Flynn. Author of Gone Girl?” Sebastian cannot help but scoff in half laughter. He knows his wife read books in her leisure but comparing his theory with a fictional work is almost a complete joke and he knows better than to pay any attention anymore.

He was so attractive! Groaning, knowing I'd never be more than just his best friend's young daughter, I logged off Facebook and put my laptop away. I put my phone on silent and set it down on the bedside table next to me. I didn't want any distractions while I relaxed before dinner. Maybe I'll watch something, but what? Scrolling through the options in my head; Scream? No. Pretty Little Liars? No... hmm, Salem? YES!! I loved Salem, it was so dark but at the same time AMAZING!... and quite s*xual.

Intriguing and suspense-filled. For more tales of dark romance fantasy, don't miss out on my other works: THE ALPHA'S THIRD MISTRESS under the author name BEST WRITES. MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER - A forbidden romance book. Follow Best Writes and Velvet Desires for more journies into the darker side of desire and dominance. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. Your next escape into fantasy awaits! Hoping to see you as we embark on another beautiful journey together.