In Too Deep Book Novels & Stories

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

It was about truth. She stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed, and the clerk smiled at her. “You’re Amara Clottey, aren’t you? The author of Too Deep to Erase?” Her breath caught for a moment. Hearing it out loud the title, her name it felt surreal. “Yes,” she said softly. “That’s me.” The clerk grinned. “Your book’s touched so many people. One woman cried right here at the counter. Said it was like reading her own heart.”

“You’re ours. Every inch of you.” The second slid behind her, kissing the back of her neck, whispering filth in her ear as the third began to push inside, slow, stretching, claiming. Tears pricked her eyes from the burn, but the first kissed them away, his lips soft even as his hand held her jaw firm. “Breathe, little dove. Let him in.” When he finally seated deep, filling her completely, she sobbed out a moan, trembling in their arms. “Perfect,” the third groaned against her throat. “So fucking perfect.”

Alex felt the weight of this realization, understanding that the stakes were higher than ever. In addition to Sarah, other whistleblowers began to emerge, each with their own stories of corruption and betrayal. Some were former aides who had witnessed misconduct behind closed doors, while others were activists who had long fought against the oppressive systems in place. Alex welcomed them all, recognizing the strength in numbers. Together, they formed a coalition of truth-seekers, united by a shared mission to expose the corruption that had infiltrated the government.

Despite the recent blows to my life, I had to maintain a perfect facade in front of others. Even knowing they were waiting to see me fall apart, I still smiled and responded smoothly: "Everything's fine. David, please bring me the accounts." Though I was known as the boss's partner to them, James was always protective of the books - I couldn't just look at them whenever I wanted. But this time was different. I wasn't just the boss's partner - I was the cheated-on partner. They'd assume I was just checking how much money James had spent on Lisa.

"Ariana's phone has a recording app. We'll know the truth as soon as we play the recording." I was stunned when I heard her suggestion. I hadn't expected Mom to know about the recorder. After my father died, I kept having nightmares that I'd be dragged away and killed at any moment. So, I had set up a recording app on my phone that would automatically start recording if it detected no sound from me. Back at the police station, the recording was quickly played. "Are you sure Ariana is dead?" Angelina's voice echoed clearly in the room. The man on the other end chuckled and drawled indifferently, "I had fed her flesh to the dogs, and her bones have been shattered. Tell me, how could she still