Interminable Rooms Fanart Novels & Stories

“You’re not his wife. You’re a ghost in a borrowed face.” Lena Moore thought she had outrun the darkness. Engaged to billionaire Aaron King and carrying a child she’s not sure belongs to him or the stalker, Kian, Lena’s past comes crashing through the doors—dressed in white. Jennifer, Aaron’s long-dead wife, is alive. Or so it seems. One betrayal spirals into another. On the run from heartbreak and chasing what’s left of her sanity, Lena goes into labor on a stormy highway—only for her ex-lover, Kian, to take their newborn and vanish. When Jennifer is found murdered and Lena is arrested, the world turns its back on her. But behind bars, the truth unravels. Jennifer was a puppet. Alara—Lena’s estranged mother—has been the mastermind all along, manipulating lives, identities, and deaths from the shadows. Lena is done running. With her child missing, a legacy built on lies, and the world doubting her every breath, she’s ready to burn the past down—face by face.

Nora is the daughter of a poor gardener who works in the magnificent mansion of David Nashville. Living with his two unmarried sons, a scandal appears that one of them had kidnapped the poor girl, taking away her innocence. The truth still remained to be hidden until Nora remembered everything from that disastrous night and exposed the villain.

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

Each story unfolds in a high-risk, everyday-turned-sinful location that heightens the taboo and intensity: family holiday homes, corporate offices after dark, suburban backyards and windows, quiet suburban houses during family trips, empty conference rooms, sacred camp chapels, broken-down vehicles in remote woods, celebrity VIP lounges, shared college apartments, dorm rooms left unlocked.

On the ice they are bitter rivals, but off the ice they can’t keep their hands off each other. Kael, the dominant alpha and coach’s son, has always clashed with Riven, the defiant omega who refuses to submit. When an explodes into raw, angry sex, neither of them expects it to become an addiction. Now they risk everything sneaking around locker rooms and late-night practices, fighting on the ice while giving in to each other in the dark. What started as hate has turned into something far more dangerous, and neither alpha nor omega is willing to stop.

Modupe Bankole Williams swore never return to the country of her birth, not since her mother returned back leaving her with her cheat of a father and his mistress. But Modupe's ambition is bigger to her than some silly vow she made as a teenager. Which is how she finds herself on a flight to Nigeria with her playboy Colleague, Will and six resident doctors in her care. They suddenly find themselves in some serious trouble when members are found dead in their hotel rooms with missing limbs. Will Modupe escape with her life an job intact or will this mystery hunter be the doom that finally consumes her whole?

l never once in life dream of marrying a famous person.lt happened in reality.l married keron Underwood the most handsome and richest musician as well as the ceo of Keron entrprises.On the day he took me to his home,he told me; You can use all the rooms in this house except the in corner on the second floor.l nodded as a reply but day he entered that room and spent hours there.He came out exhausted.The next fay he did the same and forgot to close the door.l peeked inside.l fainted to what l saw. Note;the book cover isn't mine

I married Dario Vellari in place of the true Salvatore heiress. Dario was the only heir of the Vellari Famiglia, the one with the severe PTSD. Five years of marriage. He never slept with me. Then Bianca came home from Boston, the real heiress, and everything changed. In front of her, Dario reined in his temper. The rooms he had never let me enter, the things he had never let me touch - Bianca walked through them as if they were her own. I thought, then, that I was finished caring for Dario. But after I left, he scoured every corner of the northern hemisphere looking for me. Said if the bride wasn’t me, he would never marry at all.

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.

CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ 🔞⚠️ 🔞 These are not innocent stories. What's inside these pages is not for the faint hearted. Explicit content, raw desire, and stories that cross every line. You've been warned. Deliciously. •••• Adrian's huge length pulled out and plunged back in mercilessly. "Fuck!" "Take it all you sneaky little fuck." "Ahhhh. Yes." My ass was up in the air in his bedroom. I arched my back so hard it might not straighten out again. My dick was leaking so much precum and I was so damn close. He flipped me around, my back now on the bed. Without wasting time he thrust back inside me again with his thick veiny mouth watering cock. "Fuck fuck fuck. Ahhh..." "Fucking slut." He grunts as he pounds into me. "You can't get enough of this dick." "Yes...fuck yes I can't." "Good." "Ahhhh...mmmm..." My hands tightened around the sheets. I was so close to going over the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled my ears plus the sound of my screams. Heat curled up low in my stomach. "Ahhhhhhhh..." •••• Some cravings don't ask for permission. Sins Worth Keeping is a collection of stories about men who want what they cannot have and reach for it anyway. In dark corners, empty locker rooms, late nights that last too long and hotel rooms that know too many secrets. These are not love stories that play it safe. These are the ones that burn. Find your quietest corner. Turn the pages and try to breathe normally. Fair warning — once you start, stopping will feel like the hardest thing you've ever done. Don't say you weren't warned. ⚠️🖤