Dystopian For Adults Novels & Stories

"No! Adults' life is hard. The devil aims for them. The angels get afraid of them. And they got horrible things to fight like lust and desire." "Lust and desire?! Who told you about things like that?!" "A book I found in your father's library. I told Uncle once that I want to become an adult soon to be able to protect myself and my loved ones, instead of always being the poor princess in distress. But Uncle said that being an adult is even harder than being a kid." Carl sighed and hid his face with his hands: "I do not think a girl your age should know about such a thing" "I am a woman now!"

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War. Third Person's Point of View. Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon. All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war. Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

The risk that someone could walk into the warehouse at any moment made everything sharper. Lila’s eyes stayed fixed on Damien. She watched the way his muscles moved under his skin with every punch. She imagined those scarred hands grabbing her hips, spreading her open, shoving his cock deep inside her. Her fingers moved faster again. Her clit felt swollen and sensitive. Every rub sent sparks up her spine. Her tank top stuck to her back with sweat. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. “Damien… fuck…” she whispered, her voice shaking now. She edged herself once more, pulling her fingers away right when her pussy started to pulse. A small whimper escaped her lips. Her thighs shook harder and a d

—the Dystopian genre didn't offer the cushioned reality of a Romance. ​"The Sovereign does not have a mother," Leo said, his voice a haunting, multi-tonal resonance. "The Sovereign has a Function. You are a 'Legacy Error' from a canceled volume. Your presence increases the 'Narrative Bloat.' You must be trimmed." ​He raised his hand, and the scrap metal around Nora began to groan. Rusted girders and sharp wires rose like a forest of thorns, closing in on her. ​The Return of the God of War

“Yes, we risk making it boring. But, I think Mr. Rick will appreciate an organized paper rather than a messy one. Besides, we can pick two interesting works.” “What do you have in mind?” he asks softly. For no reason, his mellow voice and cooperativeness give my heart a certain jittery. It slowly starts pounding in a fluttering way. My expression softens considerably and so does my voice. “What about 1984 and Brave New World? Both are dystopian novels, but the societies described in each book are different. We can discuss the social orders and their influence on the societies.” That’s when I hear a long heavy sigh. He twirls his pen and looks up at me, revealing his sharp handsome features.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

“Adults can’t win. Only children would survive the war, and this is how they are treated.” I collapsed to my knees, folding over with my face inches from the ground, screaming until my throat burned, until tears blinded me. “This is the outcome of your world. A serf system.” Artemis sounded callous. “Dymian would rather create a rift to let all kinds of evil roam the earth than lose to the vampires and the witches.” And I understood, with soul-crushing clarity, that we couldn’t beat the Worgens. “Then what do you want from me?” I choked out.

Epilogue… The keeper Namiyen, told me the truth about the half breeds. The prophecy did not cursed us, but the Brakoon made everyone to believe that we are cursed creatures. The Brakoon has used and abused countless number of poor souls, but in the end, the mighty faceless Brakoon who has ruled Dystopia for over a thousand years has now been trapped into a small confinement together with the spirits of the Martians he has slain.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma