Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

Being half human was something Lyra could never accept to make matters worse. Your mate is the werewolf rumored to be a beast, what if her blood is the only thing that could keep him in check?. Or her birth to Change the course of time for all hybrids like her?. … You can't desire me Ethan, I am not good for you. Are you denying the burning desire and radiation from both our bodies? I want you and you want me, our Wolves want each other. I may have hated your kind but that doesn't stop me from claiming you right here and now. Strip he commanded. As the nights prolonged and the silver moon shone brightly on them, Ethan's fangs were out as he claimed his mate and that was the beginning of a heated battle.

Hugo Laurent is determined to have me as his wife. He pursues me for a decade, resolute in winning my heart. But the night before our wedding, I overhear his conversation with his friends. "Are you going to marry Katherine just like that? What about your secret girlfriend?" Hugo is silent. Then, he says, "She's just a stand-in. She can't compare to Katherine. I'll consider keeping her by my side if she doesn't kick up a fuss. Katherine's generous—she won't mind." The following day, his secret girlfriend crashes our wedding and causes a stir. She shoves me off the stage, but Hugo darts toward her to protect her—she holds a jagged shard of glass to her neck and threatens suicide. "Are you going to choose me or her?" Hugo panics. He shoves me aside despite my injuries and snaps, "Get out of the way—I need to take her to the hospital! I'll make you pay if anything happens to her!" My heart dies in that instant. That very night, I purchase a flight ticket out of the country and leave him behind.

I never thought my darkest, filthiest fantasies about the Alpha's quadruplet sons would become reality. The moment my mother and their father left for Rome, I stopped being their innocent stepsister and became thier…offering. I gagged on Reign's cock in the confessional while Knight devoured my pussy during mass. Zion fucked me raw on the altar with his rosary wrapped around my throat like a leash and Cahiah the last brother? He lost his mind the moment I tit fucked him while he was still on his cassock. They were my stepbrothers — I was the Alpha's mistress daughter. The pack’s ruthless enforcers — I was wolfless, less than a human. The church’s ‘holy’ priest. — I was a filthy daydreamer. We were incompatible, they're off-limits and I was way below them. But…. Who cares? ⚠️THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.⚠️ AND TO RESPECT THE RELIGION IS WHY THE AUTHOR ADDED WEREWOLF ELEMENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING OR ANYONE EITHER LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL♥️

Lola, a spirited and ambitious young woman, is caught in a whirlwind of desire, secrets, and societal expectations. When she becomes entangled with a charming yet unpredictable partner, their intense attraction leads to moments of passion, tension, and vulnerability. Alongside love and lust, themes of identity, trust, and personal boundaries surface, forcing Lola to navigate her own desires and fears. As the story unfolds, relationships are tested, loyalties questioned, and hidden truths revealed. Ultimately, it is a tale of self-discovery, the complexities of modern romance, and the emotional consequences of surrendering to both heart and temptation.

When my mom married his dad, I promised myself I’d ignore the cocky, too-hot-for-his-own-good stepbrother who lived down the hall. But Jace Carter isn’t just good-looking—he’s trouble in a tight black T-shirt. And when we’re left alone in one house all summer, the line between hate and heat starts to blur. He’s off-limits. But that hasn’t stopped me from dreaming about what’s under his towel… Now he’s staring at me like I’m already his dirty little secret.

Eight years ago, a night of drunken recklessness left me carrying Grayson Ulrich's child. But from that moment on, he began to hate both me and our daughter. He never allowed her to call him "Dad." He wouldn't let me step into his study, either. Because inside that study, every inch of space was filled with traces of another woman—Sandra Wright, the ex-fiancée who had once left him for freedom and happiness, who had gone abroad to marry a rich man. She was the one Grayson could never forget. The one he still loved. On our eighth anniversary, Sandra returned. That night, Grayson got drunk for the first time in years. He held our daughter in his arms and wept until his eyes were red. My daughter looked at me, bewildered. "Mom, why is Uncle crying?" I held back my tears and told her softly, "Because he is very happy. The person he loves has finally come back." Then I said, "So, Mommy's taking you away—so we won't disturb him and the woman he loves, okay?"

Everyone knew—Jessica Conway had always adored Jack Murray. They were high school lovers, and everyone just assumed they would get married eventually and live happily ever after. But then, there was Abby Conway, Jessica's elder sister who was "gravely ill." On the eve of Jessica and Jack's wedding, he said, "Jess, your sister's really really sick. Let's give her a chance to be the bride for now, alright? You know you're the one I love." Abby echoed, "Jess, promise me you'll come to the wedding, okay?" Jessica clutched the stomach cancer diagnosis in her hands and said nothing. On the wedding day, she never showed up. Jack, realizing her absence, abandoned the ceremony and rushed home—only to find the house empty. The only thing left behind was a single sheet of paper: her final diagnosis. For three days and three nights, Jack knelt before Jessica, begging for a second chance. But she never forgave him. Not even in death.

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.

Warning!!!!! This book contains strong language, BDSM, possessive ex and an abusive boyfriend. And not suitable for readers younger than 18! Rated-18 Smut Smut Smut!!!! “Jesus,” she breathes out, tossing the lolipop to the side. “You really don't fuck around.” I nod like she can see me, I fuck around just not when it comes to her. She shifts back on the bed, knees bending then parting wide enough for me to see her freshly shaven pussy, glistening under the light. "Did you want me like this, Tamer?" she asks, voice low and rough. She hooks her fingers parting her pussy lips, enough to expose her clit for me. "Or would you like me to fuck myself, while you watch me?” ------------ Gianna Ramirez has three rules: 1. Don’t fall in love again. 2. Don’t get caught on girlgonewild.com. 3. Don’t let Dmitry Orlov back into your life. But the universe has other plans. Five years after ghosting her, Dmitry returns to New York—handsomer, hotter, and more possessive than ever. When her brother falls into a coma, Dmitry takes her under his roof… right where he wants her. To escape the pull of the man who broke her, Gianna turns to the one person who could erase him from her mind: Kevin Greyheart, the senator’s son who’s been chasing her from day one. Caught between her brother’s best friend and the man who refuses to let her go, Gianna must decide… who will have her heart, and who will ruin it completely?

Playing with fire will get you burned. Lilly-Ann is a 26-year-old reporter great at her job, always uncovering the truth. Until she catches a big one, Lenkov a hotel tycoon. Trouble follows her like a thief in the night, as she needs to watch over her shoulder more then she like to admit. Falling head over heels for the wrong guy leads Lilly-Ann to a crossroad. She needs to choice between love or her story which she put her heart and soul into. As a secret is revealed just before she made her choice.