Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

"I have heard tales of a pack renowned for their stealth and assassin-like abilities. They are known for their skill in tracking and eliminating targets with precision. Perhaps they could assist us in our hunt for Amia." I nodded, my mind already envisioning the capture and punishment that awaited Amia. Images flashed through my mind—Amia bound and helpless before me, her body mine to do with as I pleased. I would strip her bare, reveling in her vulnerability and the power I held over her. My hands would roam her body, claiming what was rightfully mine.

I held the exile order in my hand and turned to leave this disgusting place. However, before I could step out the main doors, someone called out to me from behind. It was Hunter’s Beta. “Leia, you’re not planning to just walk away like this, are you?” He was holding a small potion, and the smile on his face was lewd and sinister. “You were an outsider to begin with. You stayed in our pack for so long and even used improper means to seduce the Alpha. I’m sure you’ve learned quite a bit about our pack’s internal matters by now.”

“This is the contract. Read it carefully. Once you sign, there’s no going back. You move in tonight.” My hands shook as I opened the folder. The terms were exactly as he described — cold, clinical, and terrifyingly detailed. It even had clauses about exclusivity, obedience, and “physical availability at all times.” I stared at the blank line where my signature would go. This was insane. I was about to sell my body to a man I barely knew to save my mother. But the worst part was… some twisted part of me was excited by it. Alexander watched me silently, his fingers tapping slowly on the desk.

"Depends. Are we talking about the cute, adorable, winged creatures or the exotic, dirty lying bastards who'll trick you into eating their food and hold you, hostage, in their land for a hundred years?" "I like the exotic ones. What if their skin color is blue or purple?" "Too much. For them to trick humans, they have to be pretty. I can't see myself falling for a blue-skinned man. How about eye colors? Go wild. Something that'll intrigue ordinary humans and have them forgetting who or where they are"

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Hana can't make an average person become a werewolf with special powers in the blink of an eye. But she has a way of helping exotic people discover their true passion. From the remaining memory of the red book, Hana learns that the nature of exotic people is to carry half the blood of werewolves. Because they don't have a guiding clan or any other agent to act on them, they always live in the guilt of failure and disrespect. Coincidentally, mermaid tears and the energy of red stones are two important conductors to awaken the exotic people's power. At their current age, they were too old to learn from, so Hana thought about how to train and guide them in the future.

I had been running for what felt like hours, though it could only have been minutes. Lucas was behind me. My ex-boyfriend. The man I had once loved before I saw the monster hiding behind his charming smile. After I broke up with him, he had snapped. He kidnapped me, locked me in the basement of his isolated cabin, and told me over and over that I belonged to him forever. He was a psychopath, calm and calculating on the surface, but his eyes held a cold emptiness that terrified me more than any scream ever could.

“Tell them we’re okay… while I’m balls deep inside you.” “H-hello!” I called out, voice shaky as he slammed into me. “We’re… we’re fine in here!” “Good girl,” he praised, biting my shoulder. His cock drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Keep talking while I ruin this pussy.” I could barely form words. Pleasure was building fast despite the danger. “We… we got trapped by the blizzard. Just… just the two of us.” Jax reached around and rubbed my clit faster, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You’re squeezing my cock so tight, little sis. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked while rescuers are ten feet away.”

I slammed my pen down on the desk a little too hard and it went flying, skittering across the tiled floor like it was trying to escape. “Arrg, gosh I’m so jittery,” I muttered under my breath, bending to grab it. My hands were shaking. I hate this about myself—the way my body just betrays me when I know something’s coming. I’ve got this thing where surprises make my nerves light up like a damn Christmas tree. Connor knows that. He knows it so well, and yet today, March 28th my birthday he’d accidentally let a tiny detail slip in our morning call. Something about being on the road. By the time I get home he should be in Michigan or close. My stomach flipped just thinking about it.