Frank P Doyle Library Novels & Stories

“Fuck!” She finally said, still holding onto him. Don smirked. He was enjoying every bit of it and was not planning to stop anytime soon. He pulled out his fingers, gave her pûssy a smack before thrusting it in again and increasing the strokes, not minding her pleas. *** Giulia (Julia) Bianchi, a stunning and daring lady, has been used as collateral to repay her father's debt to a Mafia leader. She has to serve him and do everything he asks of her. Donatello (Don) Rossini reigns supreme as the merciless mafia lord, his dominance rivaled only by his new servant, Julia. They soon became entangled in a complex game of desire and seduction. Julia is now trapped in a world of deception and danger, one where the thin line between love and loyalty grows weak. As she attempts to escape in hopes for survival, she is forced to face one dark truth: Don's obsession with her has the potential to either keep her safe or destroy her.

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.

In the shadows of forbidden nights and the blaze of stolen moments, pleasure knows no limits. This scorching anthology delivers pulse-pounding tales of raw lust, tangled limbs, and hearts racing toward ecstasy. From a dominant CEO who claims his innocent assistant on the boardroom table, to a seductive stranger who unlocks a married woman's deepest, darkest cravings in a moonlit hotel suite, every story drips with sweat, sin, and satisfaction. Feel the heat rise as rivals become lovers in a rain-soaked argument that ends with clothes torn and bodies colliding. Shiver with a shy bookworm who surrenders to the commanding touch of her mysterious professor after hours. Burn with the intensity of a reunion that reignites old flames into an all-consuming inferno of passion, toys, and breathless multiple orgasms. These stories don't just tease—they devour. Explicit, unapologetic, and deliciously filthy, it will leave you aching, flushed, and desperately wanting more. Perfect for late-night reading... or sharing with someone who can help you act out every wicked scene. Warning: Extremely hot. Proceed with damp p*nties and an open mind. Ready to dive in? Your next favorite fantasy awaits.

Warning! This book contains explicit scenes. Do not read if not above eighteen :) ——- *(Age Gap)* “Oh! Nayla! You’re the best thing I have ever fucked! I love how sweet your pussy feels!….I love how tight you are for me. I love fu—fucking you,” Roy whispered softly against my ear, his breath so hot and intoxicating, it sent a rush of shivers down my spine as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder against my p*ssy. S—so much pleasure! ********** It’s been a growing feeling she’s had for years. A feeling she has desperately tried to get rid of. She knows it’s wrong. It’s forbidden. He’s her big brother. Worse, There’s no way Roy Donald could ever look her way. Not when he’s too proud, too pompous, too charming!……too much for her. But what if she’s wrong? What if he wants her more than she could ever imagine? Read to find out….

“You are driving me crazy” the stranger murmured, his voice low and strained. “I need you right now.” “Then take it, take the wheel and give me a good ride” I whispered with reckless abandon. “It seems your p**sy is also sobbing?” His breath skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate as he slipped a finger into it. “Fuck me already” I begged. This sin tested like everything I vowed not to commit but too late, I've lost control. For five years, Camille Christopher Hayes played the role of the obedient wife to a narcissistic, cheating husband who stripped her of her voice, her dreams, and her freedom. Until the night she snapped. And ended up having a one night stand with a stranger in the dark. A man who turned out to be her husband’s powerful boss. and his secret stepfather. The almighty Duke Smith. Older. Ruthless and devastatingly irresistible—with a sprinkle of scandal, who was also rumored to be impotent. Yet one forbidden night shatters every lie, leaving the allegedly barren Camille pregnant and entangled in a passion powerful enough to destroy empires.

Alexa loved him when he was untouchable. Hulio wanted her when it was too late. Now, she’s the woman he never saw coming. Alexa Hills was always the overlooked one, the awkward girl with plain looks and a heart too tender for a world obsessed with appearances. She was rejected by all. But behind her timid eyes burned the legacy of a dynasty, and the will of a queen in waiting. Hulio Ripples, one of the heirs to Ripples Investment Firm, was every woman’s dream, charming, arrogant, and hopelessly smitten with Alexa’s glamorous older sister, Ashley. To him, Alexa was a nobody. To him she was a reject. Until his world crashed, quite literally, and she was the only one who stayed. When tragedy strikes, Alexa gives up everything to care for the man she’s always loved. For a moment, it seems like her devotion will be enough. But when Hulio recovers, he returns to the woman who once broke him—leaving Alexa shattered and pregnant with his child. Now, she’s back. Not the shy girl he once ignored, but a stunning force of power and poise—CEO of Hills Fusion and a woman with nothing left to lose. With the help of his brother, Helia, she rises from heartbreak to empire, crushing Hulio’s pride and reclaiming her throne. But in a tangled web of love, betrayal, and revenge… can a heart once broken ever trust again. A provocative tale of passion, pain, and power, Ripples and Hills is a revenge romance that will leave every reader spell bound and lost in a world of entanglement and revenge and unrequited love.

Iris Herewit broke the sacred laws for love. Now, she’s the only one who can save the pack that cast her out. Iris Herewit was born a Silver Wolf. Daughter of a fallen Alpha, promised to the next Alpha; destined to lead. But fate had other plans. Instead of binding herself to Alpha Gerald Ford, the mate chosen for her by the Moon, Iris chose love. Married for love. Wild, reckless, forbidden love, with a werewolf from a rival pack. Their wedding night ended in blood. Patrick, her beloved husband, was murdered by Gerald’s sister, Patrick's scorned true mate. While Gerald saved Iris from the death… then erased her. Her memories wiped. Her bond shattered. Her name forgotten. Years later, she returns to Silvaton Ridge under a false identity, hired to care for Gerald’s ailing mother. She doesn’t remember him. He doesn’t recognize her. But something stirs. A primal pull neither can ignore. One kiss cracks the spell, and the truth begins to unravel. He believes his mate died. She realizes if he remembers, it could destroy them both. But war is coming. Rival packs are circling. And the Silver Wolves’ survival may depend on a love that defied destiny and a woman who once dared to rewrite it. A forgotten identity. A bond that fate never broke. And a love too dangerous to deny. Will an ancient bond between this Luna and her Alpha survive?

Stolen hours after birth, a baby meant to die survives the impossible. Raised on lies and vengeance, Scar Icegard grows into a lethal hybrid. A vampire and werewolf, trained to hunt the very pack he was born into. The very pack he was born to lead as Alpha. His mission is simple: destroy Silvaton Ridge from within. But fate intervenes. When Emerald Ford, a resident doctor/ healer forced to lead after her Alpha father’s death, saved a stranger who should not have been alive, her usually chaotic world becomes more chaotic. Literally. Unknown to her that the stranger was her enemy. Unknown to her that he was her fated mate, the stolen Alpha from years ago. And unknown to her that the stranger carried her father’s blood on his hands. As the outcasts plan rebellion against the packs, war looms, love collides with betrayal, truth shatters loyalty. And the stolen Alpha must choose between the lie that raised him and the destiny that calls him home. And Emerald, Emerald must choose if she must continue to lead as Alpha or if she must forgive this Alpha that lost his way, even before he learned to speak his first words.

Chase Olympus: Her name was Lucy Roshid. Or Salt, as she was popularly known as, at Davenport. The brothel she worked at. She was never meant to matter. Just another transaction. Another body. Until my father touched her and something in me snapped. The Olia cult marked her for death. So I took her instead. Claimed her. Hid her. Now she’s mine. My kitten. I expected obedience. She demanded her freedom. What I got is obsession. She’s a risk I shouldn’t take. A line I shouldn’t cross. But walking away from her means losing more than control. It means losing the only thing that’s ever felt like mine. In my world, that choice starts a war. And I’ve already made mine. I keep Lucy. Or I die trying.