Hot Book Novels & Stories

The hostess pointed behind her without looking up from the seating chart she was marking. Anya took another calming breath. "I'm sorry, but do you also have a phone book I could borrow?" The hostess gave her an impatient look as she dragged a telephone book out from a shelf in the stand and shoved it at her. Please let there not be a hundred people with his name. But luck was with her. There was only one Augustus D'Amato listed. With shaking fingers she slipped the coin in the slot and dialed the number.

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

She said, “Hi. We’re not doing anything weird. I’m just begging Haru to tell me his secrets, that’s all.” Isaac raised his brows. “Secrets?” He was looking at me. “Wow, interesting.” He came into the room, followed by his friends. In a mere moment, the small place was filled with people. I noticed that Matt was holding on to a pile of magazines, and I knew exactly what type those were. Porn. As if on cue, Isaac said, “We brought you these.” Matt put the pile of magazines on the floor in the middle for us to see.

I walked out from my apartment, ready to study. I have 3 classes for today and then I'll just go to Jayson's office. "Elsa!" I turned to see Kevin. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked. "Uhmm.. do you have that book? The big one and it's green." He said as he tried to remember it. "Yeah I have it, it's the perspective book." "Yes! That on. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yeah, I have it at home. Text me, I can bring it to work later."

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

electric, dangerous. Lena’s pulse thundered as he closed the gap, lips grazing hers with a rough insistence that took her breath away. She tried to resist, tried to remember the reasons she should hate him...the betrayal, the lies, the nights spent drowning in his shadow. But her body betrayed her. Heat flared beneath her skin, craving the dangerous fire only he could ignite. His hands roamed with a possessive urgency, sliding beneath the hem of her blouse to cup the curve of her waist. She shivered, the fabric slipping from her shoulders as his mouth trailed down her neck, biting lightly.

⚠️ Content Warning: 21+ Mature Themes This story contains explicit sexual content, religious taboo, dominant/submissive dynamics, BDSM (including discipline and consensual non-consent), and psychological tension. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for adult audiences only. “You shouldn’t be here after hours.” The chapel was dim…candlelit. Quiet as breath. The old stone walls held the secrets of centuries, echoing soft prayers and sin alike. And she was standing there. Again.

Speaking of the book. She looks at the clock in the bathroom. It’s still early, and being a Saturday, no one is up yet. But feeling wide awake now, Candace decides on a bath. Pulling off her boy shorts and chemise, she grabs the bottle of Entice. It’s strange, but while ready the book the girl became so entranced by it that when she finally came out of her stupor she found that she held the same bottle that was in every single one of the stories.