Failure Frame Novels & Stories

She thought she could leave the past behind… But when Elena Rivera accepts a job as a live-in nanny, the last thing she expects is to come face-to-face with the man from that unforgettable masked night. Even through the disguise, she had felt the hardness of his face, the heat that appeared in his eyes when he was hitting it on the bed and the way his touch set her on fire. Four years later, that same feeling rushes back the moment she sees him again but only colder this time. He doesn’t recognize her…..But when his deep, commanding voice demands she pay for the broken frame, Elena finds herself trembling just the same. She tells herself to keep the secret. To stay silent. Because if he ever remembers that night… she’s not sure what would break first, her heart or her carefully built life. Can she keep her secret or will their past finally catch up with them both?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."

Ve·tur /vetr/ /vɛːtʏr/ /veːtʊr/ Faroese, Icelandic, Old Norse noun meaning winter Groomed to be pure perfection in the eyes of a never-satisfied mother, Cyan struggled to find her place within her clan. She knew her responsibility to them, but she had yet to deliver. They accepted her, failure and all, they still loved her. But love and acceptance are futile in the eyes of time. And time is something she can’t take for granted because soon, it will run out. Refusing to tempt fate, and for their own selfish gain, those closest to Cyan betrayed her in the worst way possible. Secrets. Lies. Absolute deception. She didn’t break though. She snapped. And when she snapped, time no longer mattered because she would end them all.

The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.

Blurb “I won’t be yours,” I whispered, heart pounding as the Lycan King’s massive frame caged me against the stone pillar. His golden eyes burned with centuries of hunger. “You already are.” •••••• Ava Moonveil never wanted to attend the Lycan King’s infamous Mating Ball. Fresh from a devastating breakup and done with love, she is dragged there by her stepmother, who sees her as a ticket to overnight riches. But when the King’s eyes lock on her across the crowded ballroom, his wolf roars to claim her as his fated mate. Before she can run, she is publicly claimed… and then coldly sold by her own stepmother in a contract signed for wealth and power. Now trapped in the King’s possessive world, Ava battles the magnetic pull of the bond while his ruthless brother offers her a way out, an escape that hides deadly ambition. As enemies close in and the King nearly dies protecting her, Ava faces the ultimate choice: stay and become Queen, or run with the man who promises freedom but plans her mate’s downfall.

Natasha Orlova, was the only surviving relative, and daughter of a Moscow streetwalker. Though she grew up in poverty, she was full of ambition. At eighteen, she left Russia and her mother, whom she regarded as a failure, to the golden land of opportunity, America. Like many other young girls migrating to the United States, she dived into the adult industry in search of a living. Her breakthrough in the adult industry came two years later; when an American businessman took enough interest in her to marry her. He was a man involved in a deathly lethal game of crime, but it was all good; for she loved him, and he had money, and money was one thing that was essential to her life. But soon; the tides were to change. Tides, which would eventually force the confession from her,“Money Ain't Loyal." A hard-boiled Crime Thriller by Daniel Junior.

Bridget was born out of a teen mistake of her mother and her mother in the process of proving that she was not a failure put a tight leash on her and wanted her to be perfect no matter what. Bridget was kept from the outside world and the first time she would step outside, she also made the same mistake as her mother as she ended up getting pregnant for Mike, her neighborhood friend when she got admitted to the university. She couldn’t contact him and had to live with her cross as her mother abandoned her and baby ended up dead. She became a neurosurgeon after ten years and her past came rolling into her life as she crossed path with her mother and Mike, who was still interested in her. Will she be able to forgive them? Will she let Mike back in her life?

"I am not a good person. I'm not who Atlas ends up with. It's just a fact of life. The good guy ends up with someone good, the hero with the heroine, and the villain is left to die." Or rot in jail, as it is in my case. "And I'm not the hero of this story, Eli. I'm the villain. And the villain never gets a happy ending." Lavender is a stripper with a dark past. A year ago, she ran away from her abusive husband and changed her identity. She thought she was finally able to start over, when her husband finds her and demands that she goes back to him. However, before he can take her back, he is shot in the head by a mysterious stranger with mismatched eyes. Lavender runs away, knowing the cops are going to frame her for the murder. Still, she decides to learn how to protect herself in case the stranger ever finds her, but finds herself getting close to her annoying and overly enthusiastic self-defense teacher, despite knowing that he would hate her when he found out the truth about her.

I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter. The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early. I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore? I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad. I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her. And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes. They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?

I am Erika Setyani Atmaja—a final-year business student trapped in a perpetual state of "almost." Haunted by the shadow of my father’s mounting ultimatums and the threat of being cut off, I find myself pushed to the brink. This year, failure is no longer an option. Desperation leads me to Pak Jefri, the cold, formidable gatekeeper of my future. To secure my degree, I am prepared to play any game, no matter how dangerous. "Dit... help me out. What do I have to do to get Jefri to sign off on my thesis?" "Just sleep with him." What began as a calculated move to manipulate a man I despised soon spirals into a labyrinth of forbidden desire. Somewhere between the cold clinicality of academia and the heat of stolen moments, the lines of hatred began to blur. Will I emerge with my degree, or will I lose myself in a love that was never meant to exist?