Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Isolde Callen has always been different…hidden among humans, untouched by the Moon Mark that turns her kind into Lycans. But when her twin sister, Alara, is left in a coma after a brutal attack, Isolde is forced into a world of danger, power, and primal desire.   The only clue to the attacker? One name: Cairos Veylan. Alpha. Ruthless. Deadly. And utterly intoxicating.   From the moment she steps into his territory, he dominates her world…testing her limits, challenging her courage, and igniting a forbidden fire she never knew existed. Every glance, every touch, every whispered command leaves her trembling… torn between vengeance and desire.   Isolde came seeking answers. She found heat, danger, and a hunger she can’t resist.   Some bonds are deadly. Some desires are irresistible. And some alphas… will break you completely.

After a heart-wrenching betrayal from her fiance, Kerris decides that no man or wolf is worth waiting for. Her dreams of a pure and sacred mating night is nothing but a little girl's silly fantasies. With her father's life on the line and no one to help her, the only way to save him is to finally rid herself of her "purity." Just one night in the Flower Den brothel to keep her beloved father breathing. Then, her masked client steps into the room. What does she do when he reveals his face and he's none other but the dangerous Alpha King? Her forbidden ex's uncle. He can't see her face under the mask. He doesn't know the strange, trembling girl waiting on the bed. He has no idea who he's about to claim, and he never will.

It was finally that time of the year. One that sent shivers down the spine of every young woman above the age of twenty-one. The breeding season was upon them, and with it came the mandatory ritual that would determine their fate. Blindfolded and vulnerable, they stood in the town square, waiting to be chosen by the Alpha. Only one who bore the mark of the moon goddess would be selected to be his breeder. For years, Alpha Azriel and other Alphas went for the ceremony. Year after year, they had been disappointed, their hopes dwindling with each passing season. But then he saw her, standing there trembling with fear, and something shifted inside him. He knew from that moment on that he would stop at nothing to claim her as his. Amidst the conflicts and differences they would face, will they give into their undeniable feelings towards each other? Their love is put to a test when a mysterious stranger from Delilah's past threatens the life of their unborn baby.

Devil's travels to a new city and would be staying with Mr. Young. What happens when the man she thought would be in his mid forties ends up being a young and handsome vampire. * * * His six-foot-something-tall frame towering over my 5'6 frame as he asked "And what Devika?" "Nothing" I replied with a trembling voice that I didn't recognize. The proximity was fucking with my mind and body and I just can't help it. The way he spoke to me excited me as much as it scared me and I'm unaware of how to act or react. "Really?" he asked again making me shudder. He began to take slow steps toward me while I backed away slowly from him until I hit the wall. "Look at me" he ordered in a domineering way making me feel like a predator hunted by prey.

Family was meant to be sacred. Untouchable. Azriel was supposed to be my stepbrother. Instead, he became my ruin. I should have kept my distance. But whenever he’s near, my body recalls what he has done to it. His wolf lurks beneath the surface, and it’s drawing me in closer than I’ve ever dared to approach. He’s mine—not by name or claim, but in the way my blood ignites a fire within him. Each touch, every hushed growl leaves me trembling, yearning, and afraid. I know this isn’t safe. The heat between us could burn us both, yet I can’t stop leaning into it. Some rules were never meant to be broken. Some bonds were never meant to exist. And some desires… can’t be denied.

*Book 1 of the FATED Series* (Completed- but editing) When the shiny sun touched Ava Kings skin, something very powerful shifted in her. Her perfected controlling life changed in a blink. She became different Prophecy foretold her being the one to save the doom that is to arise. Destiny played a role when the savior is fated to the doom. Something seems off, and off is what makes a destiny, a destiny. __________________ “I can smell you mate, and all I want is your blood.” The same deep scary voice have been hearing since said again, and this time dominance presence in his voice. Increasing my tensed heartbeat and making me more scared. “Who are you and what’s mate?….” My voice whimpered a reply, my whole body trembling under my blanket. Book 2- coming out towards year end!

She stood before the mirror, her hands trembling as she ran a brush through her hair. Her eyes were wide and fearful, a far cry from the confident and self-assured woman she had been just a few hours before. This was no ordinary betrothal – she was being forced into marriage with a man of immense wealth and power, a man she knew nothing about. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Olivia Archer woke up one morning to discover that she had been betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, fear, and confusion. She knew that saying no to the betrothal would have dire consequences, but saying yes seemed even more dangerous. What was she to do? The options before her seemed impossible, and yet she had to make a choice. Which path would she take?

"You're mine. You're my wife. You're fucking MINE," my husband roared furiously, slamming me against the wall. I instinctively lowered my hand to protect my belly. He didn’t know I was pregnant, yet. “I will never leave you. I will never let you go,” he whispered this time, his voice breaking as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m drowning without you.” My vision blurred with tears. I reached up and caressed his cheek. I knew he needed me. I knew he wanted me. But not as a wife… He only wanted, needed, my body. It had always been about my body and sex… and it would always be. He wanted me to be his submissive. His sex slave. Beneath him. Controlled. Obedient. With a trembling breath, I whispered, "I'm not, Raf. I'm not yours. We can't be together. We came to the end of this useless marriage." His phone rang... It was Debbie. The other woman. His jaw tightened as he stepped back. “I’ll take this quickly… then we’ll finish this.” I didn’t need him to. I already knew. He would always choose her. The moment he walked out, my tears fell freely, burning down my cheeks. With shaking hands, I wiped my eyes harshly and grabbed my phone. “I’m leaving,” I said. “Can you take me to the airport?” Trembling, I turned toward my closet, searching for something to cover the bruises on my skin… and the ones far deeper. *** I loved my husband with everything I had… even though he was dark, cruel, and dangerously possessive. I was his little dirty secret. Hidden wife. We got married under some circumstances. Marriage no one knew existed. I’ve made my decision. I'll never let him treat me like his submissive again.NEVER!

After Father's death, everything falls apart. My stepmother seizes the inheritance and leaves us with nothing. Just when I think we can finally breathe, fate hits us harder—Dongju's accident leaves him clinging to life. With hospital bills piling up, despair becomes my only currency. Then, the President Director makes an offer I can't refuse: money for Dongju's treatment, in exchange for marrying his son, Byun Baekhoon—a man whispered to be gay, and heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I sign the contract with trembling hands, thinking it's just a business deal. But Baekhoon isn't who I expected. Behind his cold eyes and calculated words, he hides something darker—something dangerous. And the more I try to survive this marriage, the more it feels like I'm burying myself alive.