God's Perfect Idiot Novels & Stories

She stared at him with hooded eyes, heated breaths mingling in the air between them, "If you agree to this, there's no turning back." His fingers dug into the curve of her ass and she mewled helplessly, "So tell me, flower. Do you agree?" As she gazed into his dark orbs, a fiery passion ignited within her chest. She wanted this, wanted him. But most all, she wanted to forget. "Yes," She replied breathlessly, pressing her bare breasts into his hard chest, "Yes, I agree." *********** Aurora is the perfect little princess, or so everyone thinks. She is smart, beautiful, a ballet prodigy and is also from an affluent family. All her life, Aurora has always been told what to do, how to act and even down to what she should eat. Her overbearing mother constantly dictates how she should live her life. In the eyes of everyone, she is little miss perfect. But little did they know, she was hiding a secret. A big one. And it came in the form of a devilishly handsome boxer.

Aria was born under the moon’s blessing gentle, intuitive, carrying a power she never asked for. Clara was forged in lightning fierce, rebellious, and determined to tear down every wall fate built around her. Two girls from opposite worlds. Two powers that should never coexist. Two destinies written by a goddess who broke herself long before they were born. But when an ancient prophecy stirs and the sea begins whispering the goddess’s name, Aria’s quiet strength and Clara’s storming rage collide in ways no one predicted. Their bond becomes something deeper, older something the world isn’t prepared to face. And standing between them is Ares, Alpha of the Lunar Pack, bound by duty, torn by fate, and caught in a connection that defies every rule of the wolf world. He was never meant to choose between them… yet destiny demands a choice no heart should have to make. As the goddess rises to reclaim the pieces of herself she once shattered, Aria and Clara must uncover the truth behind their origins, their bond, and the power that ties them together. Will they rewrite a fate written long before their births or become the final sacrifice in a prophecy designed to consume them?

Aurelia has always been the good girl, sheltered under her brother’s watch. But when he leaves on a three-month trip, she’s left in the care of his best friend — the boy she once knew, now a man who sees her as his.What she thought would be freedom becomes a dangerous game of obsession and desire. His eyes claim her, his words brand her, and every stolen moment pulls her deeper into a fire she cannot resist.Forbidden. Possessive. Irresistible. Aurelia is about to learn that desire can be the most dangerous cage of all.

⚠️ WARNING: Cowards stay out! No one under 18 allowed! ⚠️ Ava slept with the Mafia boss! Upon discovering her fiancé’s illicit relationship with her cousin, she learned they planned to sell her into the red-light district. Shattered physically and emotionally, Ava was in despair when the Mafia leader invited her to join his world. Alexander Clark was a notorious villain, cold and distant, with no feelings at all. People either froze or trembled at the sight of him; he was more terrifying than the devil. What happens when this devil invites you into his world? What happens when her savior starts to fall for her? He is her nominal uncle. Will she love him back? Will he be able to protect her when her fiancé tries to take her away? What will Alex do when he finds out her fiancé plans to sell her to the highest bidder?

After she is betrayed by her mate and stabbed, Selene finds herself at the gates of death, a desperate plea is made, all she needs is one more chance to come back and get her revenge on the mate who betrayed her and had her killed. Her wish is granted but there is a steep price to pay. Along comes the handsome and charming Tristan and their connection is instantly magical, while Tristan sees a mate, Selene sees a tool, ultimately to be used and discarded. There are twists and turns, love blooms, and in the end, Selene has to decide which is more important the heart of the man she loves, or her burning desire for revenge.

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake. At least, that’s what Lycan king Asher tells himself the moment he lays eyes on her—his mate. Dirty. Chained. Barely a wolf. A girl with haunted green eyes and a silence that screams louder than any cry. He's king of the moon realm, part Lycan, part vampire, forged from power and fury. She? She’s a broken, powerless, damaged, anomaly with a scent that tempts his darkness and a bloodline that shouldn’t exist. To him, she’s not a blessing. She’s a threat. A flaw. A test he never asked for. But fate doesn’t care. Dragged into his world of cruel politics, ancient wars, and monsters dressed as royals, she’s meant to stand beside him as Queen. Yet all she can do is survive—and somehow, still defy him with every breath. His Lycan wants to protect her. His vampire wants to devour her. He wants to reject her. And somewhere between blood and betrayal, hate and heat, they start to burn. This isn't a love story. This is a war between fated souls that tries to resist the pull—where dominance tangles with desire, and salvation might just come in the form of a girl who was never meant to survive.

Natalie Hayes had one plan, finish her degree, chase her dreams, and maybe finally tell her best friend's brother that she had been in love with him since tenth grade. Then two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. She is pregnant for Luca Wolfe, dangerous, powerful, and connected to the Vitale mafia empire, while still deeply in love with Bryan Rollins, the boy who has always shown up for her, and isn't walking out without a fight. Forced into Luca's world for the safety of her unborn twins, Natalie navigates mafia politics, a powerful Don who considers her children his heirs, a rival family targeting her as leverage, and the impossible reality of falling in love with two men in two completely different ways. As threats close in and her heart becomes harder to read, Natalie must decide who she is, what she wants, and whether the life she is building inside this complicated world is one she is choosing or one she is surviving. Now Natalie's caught up to make an impossible choice between the boy who would die for her and the man who kills for her. One woman. Two men. Three children. No easy answers. It's complicated doesn't even begin to cover it.

After connecting to a call hosted on a treasure-appraisal livestream, I find out that the "Fields of Freedom" stamp my grandpa has left me with is worth 10 million dollars. I've been troubled as to how I should afford my upcoming wedding with my girlfriend, Danielle Dalton. Delighted by the news, I call Danielle to tell her about it. Unexpectedly, Danielle, who's always such a prude about physical contact to the point that she refuses to let me kiss her, turns up on my doorstep that night. She spends the night draining me of my stamina with her skills and body. When I wake up once again, both Danielle and my stamp are gone. I visit Danielle's home to get my stamp back. But her father instantly shoves me out of the door angrily. "We don't welcome you here! Get lost right now!" At first, I thought there was a misunderstanding between us, so I still held back on my rudeness. But when I notice how rude Danielle's father is being to me, I decide to go all out on him. "Sure, I can leave, but you must return the stamp Danielle has stolen from me—" Before I can finish speaking, someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto my face. It turns out that the culprit is Danielle's mother. As she carries the bucket, she scowls at me, her features completely twisted. "Who the hell did you claim to have stolen your stamp, huh? Don't you dare run your mouth without any proof! I'll definitely sue you, you know!" Having realized how vile Danielle's parents actually are, I can't help but feel a strong hint of relief. Thank goodness I had only shown Danielle a fake copy of the stamp last night.

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I'd been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I'd 'borrowed'? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He'd help me out. No one could be safer to ask...