Infirmière Novels & Stories

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. “God, you’re cute.” He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. “You’re pretending.” I whispered to myself. “None of this is real.” - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. “My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.” I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. “No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

“You're not just hired, Belle. You're mine.” His hot breath fanned against my neck as he pinned me against the wall. The words should have made me run. But the way he said them… it was dark, commanding, and dangerously tempting. It made it impossible to move. _____________ When Belle walked into Marlowe Corporation, all she wanted was stability for herself and her twins. What she didn't expect was to come face to face with the father she never told them about. The moment their eyes met, memories of the past resurfaced, along with all the secrets she's been hiding ever since. A job offer she couldn't refuse A chemistry she couldn't control. Now, she's working for him, and quitting isn't an option. But this isn't just a job anymore. When Zalden Marlowe discovers the truth that she's the mother of his children, nothing will ever be the same.

Do you like your stories hot, dirty, and dripping with tension? Welcome to SWEET SURRENDER, a collection of short erotic stories that explores the raw, aching edge of submission. Each tale drags you into the dark corners of desire where power isn’t just taken, it’s begged for. Inside these pages, you’ll meet women who ache for control to be stripped away and the men ruthless enough to do it. Expect forbidden temptation, age gaps erotic stories that burn, discipline met with praise, and the filthy high of being watched and used. Some stories will leave you breathless with tenderness. Others? They’ll ruin you, in the best way. If you’ve ever whispered “Yes, Sir,” or spread your thighs on command, this book doesn’t just speak to you. It speaks for you. You're not just reading. You're surrendering. So turn the pages of this book... and give in.

"I'm your wife, not your prisoner," Avery pleads with Liam, her voice shaking. Liam sneers, "You're whatever I say you are, Avery. And right now, you're nothing without me." — When love turns toxic, survival is the only option. Avery Livingston's luxurious life imploded when her family's fortune vanished. Desperate to save her ailing mother, she made a devastating deal with billionaire movie star Liam Leon Galloway. Trapped in a gilded cage, she endured three years of humiliation and despair. But when Liam's Oscar win left her behind, Avery's fury ignited. Pregnant and defiant, she vowed to escape and exact revenge. With her fate hanging by a thread, she must choose: submit to Liam's toxic grasp or rise from the ashes. Will she break free or remain trapped in this twisted game of power and obsession?

A week before our marking ceremony, I told Ethan Stormwind I wanted to break up at his friend's party. Everyone laughed. They all knew that for the past six years, my life's goal had been to become his marked Luna. With only a week left until the ceremony, how could I possibly want to break up? Even Ethan thought I was being unreasonable. "Just because I need to take Selene to the healer for her follow-up on our ceremony day, you're throwing a tantrum about breaking up?" "We're both adults. Can you act more mature? You could just reschedule the ceremony. Why do you insist on that specific day? I don't have time for your jealous games." I nodded silently. Yes, something needed to be changed. But it wasn't the ceremony date. It was him. I was going to accept someone else's mark instead.

You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.