Glass Maiden Novels & Stories

Difficult events in Alicia's life led her to a school for werewolves. How will her fate among the hostile strange creatures? She is confused, but does not give up. The fighting spirit of the girl helps to reveal incredible secrets. And, of course, in the new school, she will meet a domineering mysterious guy, whom everyone is afraid of ... ... I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of a black tinted car. Outside the window, blurring into one indistinct picture, the trees of an unfamiliar dense forest flashed by. “I was taught not to get into a car with strangers, so where are they taking me now?” I thought belatedly. Despair mingled with fear, making her heart race.

Growing up to become a rejected, is nothing anyone would pray or wish to encounter. Ember, who is caught up in the deep web of rejection and unplanned love, is left in the ocean of self destruction. Now, she'd have to think about the best way to be free and leave her life. In the middle of the island, the gigantic and luxurious castle of Alpha Dino Aloysius, is located. Sources say that it is the most expensive and sophisticated home facility in the entire world. Every facility in the home, is controlled by advanced technology and robots. The center of the castle looks like a another universe of its own because of the magnificent design that surrounded it. At the north west end of the castle, a large statue of a wolf can be seen. To every other person, it was just a wolf but to Alpha Dino, it was his representation of strength and power. Each of the rooms are sound proof and designed with a colored marble. The walls are discretely painted with black and red colour ink, and also the blood of some of the people that Alpha Dino has killed in past, especially the alphas from other packs. The staff that worked inside the castle, were more than a thousand. You must literally see a maiden at every end of castle, bending down their head. The reason was that it was prohibited to make eye contact with the Alpha.

Leon, drink up. Finish every drop in this glass." As my wife, Alice Carr, holds a glass of warm milk, she keeps staring at my Adam's apple intensely. Every night, she needs to watch me finish the entire glass of milk. At first, I think this is Alice's way of showing me her love. That is, until something occurred last month. Back then, my neighbor's fire alarm blared extremely loudly due to a fire breaking out. Yet, I had slept like a log the whole time. Only then do I realize that something is wrong with the milk. Last night, I pretended to go on a business trip. When I secretly go home in the middle of the night, I find out that my bedroom door is locked. When I peek through the gap in the door, I feel my hairs rising on their ends. It turns out that Alice isn't asleep at all. She's standing on the balcony while holding my pillow and burying her face into it. Then, she inhales the scent deeply, as though she were a drug addict. Her shoulders keep trembling violently the whole time. It's one thing if Alice is madly addicted to my scent. The thing is, the pillowcase is a part of the bedroom set that my mom has dug up from my childhood home last week. I never have a chance to use that pillow, so there's no way my scent lingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, Alice halts in her actions and raises her head. She looks up at the moon while licking her lips in an euphoric haze. Then, she mumbles softly, "Your dad's scent… is fading away…"

When I joined my pregnant wife at her class reunion, I heard the thoughts of her male bestie. 'Once she kicks her bum husband to the curb, the money's all mine!' He was snuggling up to my wife, raising his glass in salutations with a perfect smile, but I still caught the flicker of disgust in his eyes. 'Stupid sow thinks I'm in love with her? Who would care about her if it weren't for her money?' He had no idea that Mary's family had gone bankrupt long ago, and her life of luxury now was all thanks to me!

I had a dream that spoiled the whole book for me. It turned out I wasn't the main character, but the mean girl side character. My extremely obsessive brother, whom I wasn't even related to, was actually the main lead. I fell for the second lead and begged for his love, but he never wanted me. Instead, I kept hurting my brother, over and over. Later, my brother was saved by the heroine, and that was when I realized he was the one I truly loved. But by then, it was way too late. And just now, I had forced my brother to drink a glass of wine I'd slipped something into.

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

And here I was, seated on the balcony, staring at the rain pitter and patter against the glass coverage walls with my bodyguard seated there, a book in hand. I don't know his problem. I know from his attitude that he wasn't happy to “babysit” a twenty year old, but he could have just ended his contract. He never paid me a single attention and was always reading, but strangely, he was always alert. I was the abomination he must never look at. And it made my blood boil. But not for long, though. Because every time I set eyes on him, I melt. It is forbidden, but who cares? I want him, but does he want me?

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.

Slippery Cravings In the shadows of glittering cities and private sanctuaries of sin, desire doesn’t whisper — it devours. Slippery Cravings is a scorching collection of ultra-intense erotic tales where powerful, dominant men take complete control and willing women surrender everything in raw, unapologetic pleasure. From a seductive stranger in Montreal who edges a beautiful tourist against rain-streaked glass until she’s begging and shaking… to a forbidden onsen in Hakone where a mysterious Japanese master uses crimson Shibari rope to bind and torment an expat until she squirts violently across the steaming deck… to a rain-lashed Chicago penthouse where a ruthless billionaire keeps a bartender helplessly bound while he wrings multiple shattering orgasms from her helpless body… to a scorching Vegas pool villa where a billionaire developer ties a dazzling dancer to the railing and pushes her beyond every limit under the neon desert sky. Each story is drenched in exquisite sensory detail — the cool kiss of glass against fevered skin, the rough bite of rope, the thick scent of arousal mingling with steam, rain, and night jasmine. Extended, merciless edging sessions build unbearable tension until explosive, vision-blanking climaxes rip through bound, trembling bodies in powerful, gushing waves. Raw dirty talk, total power exchange, Shibari bondage, and intense post-orgasm dominance push every boundary. These women don’t just submit — they break beautifully, sobbing, thanking, and begging for more as they are claimed, used, and ruined in the most delicious ways. No limits. No fade-to-black. Only wet, relentless lust, exquisite torment, and shattering release. For readers who crave dark, immersive erotica that leaves you breathless, soaked, and aching — Slippery Cravings is your new addiction.

“Reject me!” My voice is sharp, clear, and it cuts through the night like a blade. The entire pack freezes. Gasps ripple through the crowd. A stunned silence falls over the gathering, broken only by the crackling of the dying fire from the circus stage. Kane stiffens beside me. I don’t look at him. I can feel his anger, the sudden tension radiating from his body like a storm about to break. But I don’t back down. I lift my chin higher. “Reject me,” I say again, louder this time, making sure every single wolf in the pack hears me. Murmurs rise around us, whispers of disbelief. No one rejects an Alpha... Avery Lane, daughter of an Alpha gets kidnapped by her father's rival Alpha and she is forced to become his maid. A few days into staying there and working as his maiden, Avery turned eighteen and discovered that Her kidnapper, Alpha Kane was her mate and she immediately rejected him, not minding the repercussions. Alpha Kane has been on a search for his mate for so many years and when he finally found her, she rejected him and he vowed to make her regret her decisions.