Incarcerated Seductive Letters Novels & Stories

Even Iris, trying to stay calm and failing. Nell broke the seal. The wax cracked like a bone. Inside, the letter was written in deep red ink. Not printed. Handwritten. In a script so precise it looked mechanical every letter identical, inhuman, as if copied by something that didn't breathe. Finn pressed against Nell's side. "Read it out loud," he whispered. So she did. "To the wolves of Haven House. To those who ran. To those who were taken. To those who survived what they should not have survived.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

It looked completely normal but then, Meredith went to the dressing table and pushed it aside, instantly revealing a secret compartment in the wall which held a little shrine and it was exactly as she had described. I felt chills run through me for the first time since Esme's accident. Dozens of letters poured out onto the floor. Alpha Theon picked up one of the letters and read through it before handing it over to me. I read through it and it was a letter supposedly addressed to her from me, dating back to a few years ago, when I was still in captivity. The contents stated how much I loved her and missed her and also explicitly described the things I would sexually do to her when I got back

Familiar. *Congratulations on the baby. I heard she's beautiful. Elena Rose. A lovely name.* *I hope she grows up knowing what her father really is. A criminal. A murderer. A man who destroys everything he touches.* *Enjoy your family while you can.* *- L* The paper slipped from Sienna's hands. Lorenzo. From prison. Maximum security. No contact with the outside world. But somehow he'd gotten this letter out. Smuggled it. Sent it to their home.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

“That’s still not the question.” “What even is the question?” I cut in, barely holding back the amusement. “This isn’t a joke, girl child.” He took one step closer. “Seeing a man naked. You want to be corrupted or what?” That last line sent a delicious shiver through me. Corrupted? I almost laughed out loud. Was I ever a saint? The sarcasm drained away fast, replaced by the slow, heavy heat that had been waiting under my skin all along. Our eyes locked. Desire crackled between us like live wire.

“Shut up, Alec. Stop milking my desperation.” His expression shifted, amusement fading into something colder. “You can walk out of here and pretend yesterday never happened,” he said. “But you’ll still wake up tomorrow as the woman who got replaced by her best friend. Or…” His gaze darkened. “You can stay, and rewrite your story…with me.” I hesitated, and my heart raced, torn between fear and temptation. But when I realized I had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, I breathed out, “Fuck it.”

Sasha said to the two young adults at the table, only if she knew what I had just heard, she would know her innocent child isn’t innocent. This is why you don’t judge a book by it’s cover. With the way Selma is dressed, you will think for a second if this innocent girl knew a thing or two about the meaning of sex or how it was practiced, not knowing she has done far worse. “We are working on it mum, Abigail is a little unresponsive but it is a slight misunderstanding and we would surely work things out, isn’t that right Abigail?” Selma spoke, directing her question to Abigail.

The invitation had no sender, no logo—just black text on textured white paper. “Report to 47 Falston Drive. Midnight. Non-disclosure implied.” Sienna had stared at the letter for days before she made up her mind. She was broke, freshly graduated, and her landlord was one more missed rent away from tossing her into the street. So she packed nothing but a change of clothes and wore her boldest lipstick. If she was going to ruin her life, she’d do it beautifully.