I Ve Been Lustful Novels & Stories

"Say something" he whispered. "..." I opened my shaky mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. I watched as he moved closer to me, closed his eyes and sniffed my scent. My heart palpitated as I saw him gulp down nothing. With him a few inches from me, he raised my chin, making sure that I was staring right back at him. "I love your scent" he confessed. His gruff and domineering voice echoed in my ears like a lullaby that made my knees weak. "Let's strike a deal Olivia" he paused and lightly ran his hand through my hair. "What do you say about becoming my mistress? In return, I will take you away from your misery" Alpha Damon arbitrated.

My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood. As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup. Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!" I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction. "Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."

"I'm sorry I didnt remember you." Rosaline Campton a young rogue who's family and pack were murdered when she was only 7 years old by the Red Mark Pack Leader Riftan Verlice. Riftan murdered her pack with no remorse and captured Rosaline who was now a simple mere rogue and locked her up for his own pack to do what they pleased to her. As she wishes for death as her 18 birthday approaches Riftan appears before her and tells her she's going to be auctioned off the day of her birthday and must transform in front of everyone and if she dares to run.... her wish might come true.... until he appears...

Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn—he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last? This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone. Although reading this book will enlighten some parts of the second book "It Started With A Kiss". You can also find the second book on Goodnovel.

Harriet thought the worst thing she’d done this December was surrender to a stranger in a dark room one reckless night that left her shaking, breathless, and certain she’d never see him again. She was wrong. The next morning, she arrives home for Christmas only to learn her parents have rushed off on an emergency trip, leaving her alone to supervise the renovation of their house. Except… she’s not alone. Devon, the boy who grew up in their home like family, the “almost-brother” she hasn’t seen in years, opens the door older now, broader, too handsome for her peace of mind. And when he looks at her, she feels it in her bones. Because he isn’t just Devon. He’s the stranger from last night. The man who took her virginity. The man she swore she’d forget. Now they’re trapped in the same house for the holidays, two people who should never have crossed that line, pretending not to remember the way his hands fit her body, the way she whispered his name without knowing it was his.

I was ten years old when I lost my hearing saving Adrian Falcone's life. After that, I couldn't survive without my hearing aids. He held my hand afterward, his eyes red-rimmed with guilt, and made me a promise in front of his entire family. "Serena Lombardi, I'll protect you with my life," he said. "I'll marry you." But when I turned eighteen, everything changed. Adrian needed to pass some test set by Daniela Moretti—the daughter of a rival family—and he chose the cruelest way to prove himself. He ripped the hearing aids from my ears in front of everyone and laughed. "You're just a deaf, useless burden," he said, his voice cold and cutting. "I've been sick of you for years. Honestly? I wish you'd died in that explosion when we were ten and saved me the trouble." I gripped the rehabilitation report the doctor had just handed me, and my fingers crushed the paper's edges. The diagnosis was precise—my hearing had fully recovered. That night, I burned my hearing aids and convinced my parents to cut all ties with the Falcone family. Adrian Falcone, we're done. Whatever we had, whatever you owed me—it's over now.

When I was nine, I was hit by the blast of an explosion while saving Simone Scott. From that day onward, I have to rely on hearing aids to get by. Overwhelmed with guilt, she suggests we get engaged and swears to me with teary eyes, "Justin, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life." But at 18 years old, to satisfy a dare from the school heartthrob, she rips off my hearing aid and humiliates me in front of him and our classmates. Disgust fills her voice as she says, "You're nothing but a burden. I've been sick of you for a long time. I wish you'd died back then instead of being saved." I clutch the hearing recovery report in my hand and say nothing. After that, I quietly change my college applications, bring my parents with me, and formally call off the engagement. Simone, this is where our paths split. There is no reason for us to ever see each other again.

WARNING! This book contain Explicit scenes! This story is carefully plotted to fulfill your wildest fantasy. You want kind that leaves your body trembling and burning with need? Lustful Cravings is a collection of short stories wrapped in temptation that is too hard to resist, forbidden attractions that shouldn’t be spoken about, and emotional intensity that is difficult to control. From secret encounters that leave your breath ragged to complicated desires that make your lower belly pulse. Are you searching for MxM, FxF,, MFM, MMMF, FFM.. and more? You’re at the right stop. Sit tight, lower your screen brightness, and allow this story to leave you aching with need.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY ER*T*CA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SE*UAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. BLURB: Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised This dark romance collection contains extremely graphic sexual content, including intense BDSM, power exchange, rough s*x, degradation mixed with praise, orgasm control, impact play, breeding kink, and explicit M/F/M threesomes with MM action. It features significant age gap relationships , total power exchange, consensual non-consent (CNC) roleplay, and other taboo elements. The characters explore dark, filthy, and emotionally intense dynamics that some readers may find disturbing or offensive. If you are easily triggered by raw, explicit, morally gray, or extreme sexual content — this collection is not for you. For those who crave scorching hot, unapologetic erotica with deep romance, intense kink, and raw passion… welcome to LUSTFUL DESIRES. ------- “Ride it while you recite your rules,” he said, voice rough. Lena lowered herself onto the thick toy, breathing loudly as it stretched her. “No panties… when I’m with you…” she gasped, rolling her hips. Marcus stood in front of her, slowly stroking himself. “Louder.” “No panties… daily texts… no coming without permission…” She was doing herself harder now, tears of frustration and pleasure running down her face. “I belong to you, Sir. My pleasure is yours.” “That’s my girl.” He finally pulled her off the t*y, bent her over again, and slammed his little one into her in one brutal thrust. “Arghh!” Lena screamed.

It is 9:00 pm, and a soft glow still lights the master bedroom on the Lowe residence's second floor. "Helena, there's only a month left before the marriage agreement ends. Once it's up, I'll go ahead and arrange the fake death." Sitting at her vanity, Bianca Lane types the message and sends it to her mother-in-law, Helena Johnson. A reply comes back almost instantly. "Bianca, you've worked so hard these past ten years. You've taken such good care of Sebastian and even gave birth to a child for our family. "To me, you've always been my daughter-in-law. Why not just forget about the agreement?" Reading the message, Bianca unconsciously tightens her grip on her phone before quickly typing her response. "No, Helena. Let's just stick to the agreement."