Fringe Fiction Unlimited Novels & Stories

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

Instead of answering my question, he asks, “Do you believe in supernatural power?” I lift one brow. Is he being serious? “No. I’m a realist. I believe everything has its own logical explanation. Supernatural isn’t real. It’s just something made up by people to make life slightly colorful. Fiction, I suppose.” “Oh, really?” He smirks. “Then how do you explain this?” Remliel stands. He takes off his blazer and drops it on the couch. My eyes widen in surprise. I curl my hand and am ready to run if he dares try anything. “What are you doing?”

“Read it carefully. Fill it out honestly. If you decide this isn’t for you, simply don’t return it. We’ll never speak of it again. But if you are curious… I would like to explore this with you.” Eden stared at the papers in front of her. Her heart was beating faster than it should have been. Julian watched her quietly for a moment before speaking again. “I should also tell you my own hard limits,” he said. “I do not engage in anything involving minors, animals, or non-consensual acts. I do not do permanent bodily harm or anything that would leave lasting physical damage without explicit, ongoing consent. I do not play while under the influence of alcohol or drugs. And I require aftercare aft

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Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Mom could no longer hold back. She pointed at me and shouted hysterically, "Keep making things up! Go on! Yara, I never thought you'd fabricate a person who doesn't even exist just to escape responsibility!" "I didn't make it up. This person is real," I explained. "Who are you trying to fool? Who would just give you money for no reason, and why would you help someone you don't even know? Fine. If this person really exists, say their name!"

He clicked his fingers slowly, he always does this when he is lost in thoughts. He was slowly giving up on himself, with all the false rumors that were spreading about him, he wasn't sure if he was going to bounce back again. His company was having some financial problems and there were lots of debts to offset. He thought of selling the company to his greatest enemy Quinn. That would mean defeat but isn't it better than watching his years of labour crumble to the ground within a year???? Dark secrets, lots of mysteries to unravel, he wanted to find that bastard Kiara and strangle her to death cos her one stupid act is going to cost him more than a fortune.

Sadie's POV The late-night commuter train was always a gamble, but after a long night out with Hallie, it felt like the only affordable option. The carriage was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with tired workers, drunk college kids, and the usual rough-looking men who rode this line because they knew its reputation. Everyone whispered about it… the “molestation express” that ran after midnight. Hallie had laughed it off when I suggested taking an Uber. “Come on, Sadie. Live a little. It’s just a train. What’s the worst that could happen?”