Hard Ecchi Novels & Stories

Siddharth raizada and Arjun Bhalla are like two poles apart. If Siddharth likes to mask his pain by his ruthless behavior, Arjun loves to hurt him with his venomous nature. If Siddharth could control his anger to hide his emotions, Arjun could do anything to make Siddharth lose his temper. If Siddharth is an egoistic self-centered jerk, Arjun is an unemotional frigid psycho. There was a time when they both even can't stand on the opposite side of any team. But now they can't bear their presence over a 100 feet distance. The time has passed away still they are standing at the edge where they seemed to be lost forever. Friends can become the best enemy if they part ways by some more misunderstanding. Friends can only hurt us in a way more than we could expect if they turned to the other side of us. IshitaRaizada, a beautiful young girl who has lost interest in life because of what happened in the past. She is trying hard to manage the new changes in his life. Meeting him again who is the sole reason for her destruction, is hard for her. Arjun entered their lives again to make hell. Will they be able to move on? Mishty Gupta, a colorful girl who jas several dreams to achieve. What will happen to her when she enters the group of people who has mystery in their relationship? Mihir Arora is the only reason for Sid's smile and Arjun's hope. Will he be able to bring his friends back? Here is the story of friendship love and hatred. A strong friendship where no one can dream to break is now broken beyond repair. Will they be able to be like before?

“Bad choice! There's no running away from me now. You belong only to me!” I gulp hard at his words. This was it, there really was no going back now. I had walked into this deal with this devil and now there was no escaping. I belonged to the Blood Alpha. He owned me. **** Allyssa Stone is a beautiful young woman, and the lost daughter of the Crescent Moon pack. She was kidnapped as a baby and sold to the Way Haven Pack. She was born without a wolf so she gained omega status, living as a slave and as the daughter of the Way Haven Pack Delta. She was abused and seen as cursed. Allyssa always dreamed of finding her mate, the one destined by the Moon goddess to love her and protect her. Never did she expect that it would be the Alpha of the Way Haven pack, Jason. On discovering she was his mate Jason rejected her and mated with her step sister Janine who has always been jealous of Allyssa. But unknown to them all that the moon goddess had a bigger destiny for Allyssa. Allyssa gets a second chance mate, and his name is Alpha Eren Blackwell, the Blood Alpha. He is a notorious Alpha of the SilverCreek Pack. He is feared in the supernatural world. He is heartless and cold, but he has experienced a hard life while growing up. His father, the late Alpha of the SilverCreek Pack, was a vile man and a monster. After witnessing the murder of his mother by the hands of his father at the age of ten, Eren completely lost it. Something in him broke, his heart turned cold and he could never believe in mates. Will Allyssa be able to melt his cold heart?

The day my son gained the lifetime achievement award in research, I died alone on the street. On stage, he thanked his father, a professor, and his biological mother, who had just returned from abroad. He even thanked the nanny at home. But he left me out, his foster mother who had raised him. My husband, Charles Zimmer, learned about my death. He immediately disassociated himself from me. “We’ve long separated. I’ve got nothing to do with her.” I had worked hard to give them a decent life, but they regarded me as a stain that they could never remove. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time of my life when my destiny changed. Holding the college admission letter, Charles smiled at me and said, “Yes, I’m divorced. But we can live in the city together if you marry me. I’ll let you discipline the kid if he makes any mistakes. I won’t complain about you.” During my previous life, he had me fooled by false promises. I naively thought that it would be easy to be a stepmother. I helped him care for his son and worked hard to support the family. In the end, they conspired with each other to drive me out and leave me penniless. It was because Charles’ ex-wife, who had abandoned them when he was poor, wanted to come home and remarry him. Since I had gained a second chance, I planned to dump such an ungrateful husband and son.

Kyla is arranged to be married to Vixen, a powerful mafia boss with an unbroken reputation. To the outside world, he's cold, hard, ruthless, and merciless. She's kind, tender-hearted, beautiful, and caring. Given Vixen's reputation, Kyla doesn't want to fall in love, but soon, she learns that even the coldest hearts have a soft spot, and Vixen's just might be her. And although she doesn't like to admit it, hers might be him. Will they ever find love, or will this be a loveless marriage after all? ------- He raises his fist and I could swear I made a whimpering sound. I turn away and I look at the window as Vixen gets quiet. "Kyla." he says, his cold, hard mask still intact. I look at him, not saying anything, and he shifts in his seat, well aware of why I reacted that way. "Who did it?" he asks. I look down at my hands and I don't reply. "Was it those assholes at the university?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Kyla?" he says, his fingers brushing against my arm. I jump at his contact and suddenly a tear falls from my eyes. "God." he says as I begin to cry. I can tell he's not used to emotion.... "How was your first day sweetheart?" she asks sincerely. "A couple of frats tried getting in her panties in broad daylight and everyone around was gonna let it happen. How's that sound?" Vixen says, obviously still pissed.

"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

Blooming Backwards Minerva has worked hard to become the confident, curvy woman she is today—no longer the heartbroken girl whose first love humiliated her in high school. But when that same man reappears as a major donor to her nonprofit, old wounds reopen. As buried truths and feelings come to light, Minerva’s world is shaken. With a stalker closing in and her abusive ex back in the picture, Minerva must confront her past to protect her future. Can she stay grounded when everything threatens to pull her back? Blooming Backwards is a gripping tale of healing, strength, and love rediscovered.

"I will not be your mistress." She spoke, whispering, with her mouth a sigh away from his. He swallowed hard and nodded, agreeing with her even as he closed the distance between them, kissing her to madness, leaving nothing to sanity. Bethany Fitzgerald hated the very idea of marriage and stood against it with everything she was. Charles de Norcrosse had to marry the insufferable Lady Cossington, for it was the will of his late father and he must abide by it. But when fate moved in favour of the Duke of Carlisle and the daughter of an impoverished Land Baron, very little can be done to fight against it.

She is in love with two men, two dangerous men A dangerous Mafia boss and the devil's son. Who will she choose? It's really hard to choose between two people that makes your heart race. Will she choose the ruthless Mafia boss? Or the devil's son? Or both? Find out!!! " Don't you dare go near her!" Damien said as he pulled me out of his grip. " How dare you?" They started fighting, I don't know what to do. Who should I choose now, I love them... Both of them.

On a packed bus heading toward a college, bodies were pressed together so tightly it was hard to move. I deliberately leaned against a delicate, sweet-looking freshman. She was wearing a short plaid skirt. I hitched the fabric up and pressed myself against her curvy hip. What caught me off guard was her underwear. There was a small hole worn into the fabric, as if she were already overcome. Just as I was about to lose control, I pulled back at the last second. However, she held me there tightly and said, “Mister, don’t stop. Keep going.”