Fictional Space Stations Novels & Stories

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

“You are broken. You are wolf-less. You are weak. You thought Landon O’Connor was a monster? Baby, you’ve not met us. The Kincaid brothers will rip you apart like flesh, we’ll sink our teeth on this graceful little neck so everyone sees our marks on you and afterwards? We’ll fill your womb with our pups so everyone gets the message who you belong to” -Connor Kincaid “Don’t bother arguing with me, it makes me hard. I know that waste of space you thought was your mate didn’t treasure you. But I do. I love these lips, these big hazel eyes of yours, your scent and most of all, I worship the ground you walk on. We all do” -Neo Kincaid “You were never meant to exist for men like us. You know why, River? Because once men like us find their mates, it’s hard to let go. We are possessive, we are jealous and more importantly we will never accept your rejection. You are ours for eternity” -Shane Kincaid xx When my mate, Landon O’Connor, alpha of the Silver Bullet Pack, cheated on me with my sister and later rejected me, I thought the Moon Goddess hated me. Turns out, I’m favored by the Moon Goddess because she gifted me not one but three mates. They are triplets. They are rogue Alphas who don’t follow the rules. They are ruthless and cold to everyone except me. The one problem is the triplets are rumored to be cursed and that should make me run away but I don’t. I fall for all three.

My boyfriend, Simon Carver, was a man with very strong boundaries. For three years, he never let me go to his place. He said it was his private territory. He never let me touch his phone, not even to check the time. Even at gatherings with friends, he always seated me farthest away from him. I always thought he simply wasn't used to intimacy. Then, on the eve of our wedding, I received his shared location. I thought he had finally decided to let me get closer, so I followed the location and went to his home for the first time. The door wasn't locked. In the living room, a woman was wearing his oversized T-shirt like pajamas, her pale legs resting across his lap as she whined for him to massage her. When he saw me, surprise flashed through Simon's eyes. Then he returned to his usual indifference. "Why are you here? "That location was meant for Ives. I was in a rush and picked the wrong person. "Maren, you need to give me some private space too. Don't see one shared location and come rushing over like a dog that smelled a bone, desperate to check up on me." I found it funny. He was intimate with another woman, yet he turned around and asked his fiancee for private space. I didn't say anything else. I just lowered my head and accepted the out-of-state transfer notice from my boss. Since he thought I was standing too close, I would step farther away. Far enough that his world would never have me in it again.

"It's a pity you can't talk," he leaned closer, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I pushed him away, my hands trembling with fear. He shifted back almost immediately, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at me like I had done something outrageous. I looked around frantically, trying to communicate with him. But my gaze fell on space, and I realized that I was alone with this stranger in a desolate, unfamiliar room. My eyes scanned the room again, weakly, searching for any clue, any hint of what was going on. But there was nothing. Just as I was starting to feel desperate, his face appeared before me again, making me startle. I jerked back, my heart racing, as he asked, "What are you looking for? Wouldn't you like to know about me?" My fist shook as I gestured to him, trying to convey that I wanted to write, that I needed a paper and pen to communicate. His eyes widened as he stared at me, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You...you're not scared of me?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. ******** Sage, an omega in the Moonstone Pack, is rejected by her best friend and lover on her coronation day. After being accused of cheating on her lover. No matter how she tried to explain she was innocent she wasn't heard. Instead, he banished her out of the pack and decided to go for his real fated mate. But things change for Sage when she is saved by the alpha beast, the one alpha no other pack wants to cross down to his territory. The one alpha everyone calls a Beast.

Twenty-eight years ago, Arthur Blackwood and Edward Hart — founders of two rival business empires — promised that one day their families would unite through marriage. Everyone assumed that meant Adrian Blackwood, Arthur’s formidable thirty-nine-year-old son and CEO of Blackwood Global, would marry Vivian Hart, the polished, camera-ready eldest daughter groomed for the role since childhood. Instead, at the engagement gala meant to formalize that match, Adrian names the Hart family’s overlooked second daughter instead: Arabella. Twenty-four, quiet, curvy, and long accustomed to standing in her sister’s shadow, Arabella has spent her life being the one nobody chooses first — not because she isn’t enough, but because she stopped performing for rooms that never made space for her. The marriage begins as a transaction neither of them fully understands. Arabella suspects she’s a strategic instrument in a plan Adrian hasn’t disclosed. Adrian, a man who has built his life around control and restraint, finds himself unsettled by a woman who wants nothing from him — no status, no performance, no permission to take up space. What unfolds is not instant passion but something slower and more dangerous: comfort. Silence that doesn’t need filling. A man who says little but shows everything in what he does — the coat draped over her shoulders before she asks, the room cleared of a magazine bearing a cruel headline before she can see it, the seat saved beside him at a table designed to make her feel like an afterthought. As Arabella begins to unlearn a lifetime of shrinking herself, and Adrian begins to unlearn a lifetime of needing nothing from anyone, their arranged marriage becomes the one place both of them are finally, quietly, seen.

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ FOR MATURE READERS ONLY 🔞 The stories in this collection are highly raw, explicit content. SIN SO SWEET, takes you on a fuckathon, scenes you can visualise, bringing you into a world of forbidden cravings, intense seduction, dirty talks, NO fades to black, don't expect gentle caresses. Lust, power, and risk work together to bring pleasure, In this collection, you'll find a dominant coach who breeds his student in a competition pool, publicly risking everything. To a warehouse ritual of a woman who offers herself to five Mafia kingpins, filled and dripped with their collective sins. A horny cop pullsover a driver to fuck. Seductive secretary banged on a conference table, balcony creampies. Taboo summer where a preacher's kid, and camp rebel defiles sacred space with heated desire. A college student making out with her father's friends. Truth or dare that turns into a Fuck fest. Masturbating to seduce a neighbor. Daring fuck with a massage therapist with husband next door. Crazy sister in-law who satisfied her sister's husband right in her presence. A celebrity who turns a devoted fan to her sex toy, Ship's captain is honoured to pleasure a group of hot girls on his deck. These stories don't hold back. Watch out for domination, oral sex, corporate affairs, multiple partners, bdsm, taboo sex, forbidden pleasure, outdoor sex, gangbang, threesome, cheating partner, age gaps, deep throating, Milf seduction and fantasies. If you are a fan of erotica that gets you horny, hold onto your sex toy because these stories will get you wet. Open this book But be warned. Once you start no stopping until every filthy page is devoured This book is rated 🔞

Selina Anderson, a perfect teenager whose life meant nothing but sadness and dull grayness of the world. Oblivious of the secrets her parents hid behind. A power she possessed that neither she, herself, does not know. A power that could either destroy or create worlds. A day without ruthlessness of reality, a day without confronting the cold – Selina decides to pick a book on a winter day. Only to discover that it wasn’t any normal book she’s holding onto her hands. It was a portal – a path to a world of magic. Upon her arrival to this world, slowly, she uncovers the secrets her parents hid all these years. She discovers her true self. But upon finding the truth about everything she thought she knew – she found herself in the face of disdain. Would there ever truly be enough answers to her questions? Will she accept the truth? Or will she be the destroyer of worlds? -- **She suddenly sat up, her light blue hair swaying on her back. "But hey, at least you could always ask me if you want some kind of space or something." She looks at me with the brightest smile pasted on her face. A smile slowly formed on my face as I looked at her. Her smile was like this infectious thing that would brighten the whole room. I sat up and glanced down on the mirrored ground - I could see my own reflection. Blonde hair, red eyes looking right straight at me, a smile. But the smile was almost evil in the reflection. I closed my eyes, the smile that found its way on my face disappeared. "Don't stop smiling." I look up to see Lyv gazing at me softly, observing me. "You look beautiful when you smile."**

BLURB "Boss, these are the pictures of the lady's face. It's a good thing the hotel's Surveillance camera captured her perfectly." Davis uttered as he placed the file containing the pictures in front of him. With a deep frown on his face, he picked up the file and carefully brought out the pictures. He gasped at the young lady with Grey eyes, plump lips, and platinum blonde hair. She's the epitome of beauty. "I need every information about her by tomorrow. " Tristan Zachary ordered with his voice as cold as ice. "Okay boss " Davis immediately exited out of the well-furnished office. The moment the office door was shut, Tristan stared into space lost in thought. #Flashback# Tristan groaned as he felt so much ache in his head. He managed to sit up on the hotel's bed while gazing around in awe. With the lingering feminine scent that hit his nose, and seeing he was stark naked, Realization struck him hard. He immediately knew a lady was on his bed last night. Due to his drunken state, he couldn't identify the mysterious lady's face. A lady that was an exception from other ladies, Tristan still finds it hard to believe he had gotten that close to a lady without feeling sick. He instantly wants to find the lady and confirm his fears. "Davis" Tristan calls out as the room door was instantly pushed open by his assistant. "Boss" Davis uttered with a bow of his head. "You saw a lady step out of this room right?" He couldn't help the anxiety in his voice. Davis knew his boss has a phobia for ladies, and was taken aback by his sudden outburst.

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

"I love you." She blurted out, eyes wide, filled with unshed tears as they both stared at each other. "I love you and I know you know that so please don't say what happened was a mistake or that you're leaving me." Her cracked at the last statement. "Don't destroy us." She moved closer to him, putting a gentle hand on his arm. He lifted his gaze to hers and she feared whatever it is he was going to say the way his eyes looked. They've never looked so....empty. "Darling, there is nothing to destroy if there was nothing to ever break. There was never an us Idalia." He stated venom lacing his words. "What?" Her voice cracked "Whatever happened between us was a mistake. I regret it." Her face crumpled as her hand dropped from his arm, putting space between them. "Don't say that." "Just leave Idalia." He turned his back to awards her and continued stuffing clothes into his bag. After some time, "Okay." She nodded her head in understanding, wiping her tears, trying to stop the already flowing tears. Glancing at him one more time, she walked out of his room. When Idalia Bianchi confesses her love to Ivan Volklov, her best friend and the heir to the Italian mafia, he does not reciprocate the feeling. Years after walking out of the room of the one she loves, he is back in her life. Her brother's best friend. It’s finally time for her to find a husband and according to her family tradition it has to be an arranged marriage and what better and safer match for her than a member of the Italian mafia. Even though there is already an alliance between the families, a marriage makes it more "sophisticated", like her father says.