Jonathan Byers X Reader Novels & Stories

Maturity Warning ️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. He calls me a monster by day, but claimed me like a slut by night. I am my mother's project and world's greatest miracle. I am her husband's greatest sin. I am a hybrid created in a secret basement with the DNA of my mother and sea creatures. I was designed to be the perfect daughter for my creator who couldn't conceive. But to her husband, I was nothing but a hideous monster that threatened his marriage. Rick despises me. He calls me a lab rat and treats me with a cold cruelty that should make me hate him. Yet my heart and body still aches for him. He punished me with his presence, but behind his mask of fate lies a hunger that contradicts his insult. The tension finally snaps when the house was empty and Rick claimed me as his prey in a violent, possessive act that brands me as his private obsession. But the outside world was waking up. Dr Morgan and his hounds are coming for me, to claim me as their asset. My mother, created a replica of me to be my mate, Kael. With the intention of saving her marriage and sending me away. Now, I am caught in a deadly crossfire. Rick swore to protect me from the Dr Morgan and Kael. But as Dr Morgan's men hunted me down. Rick must make a difficult choice; hand me over to the scalpel, or become a fugitive to keep me by his side. The experiment is over. The war for the miracle had begun.

⚠️ READER WARNING This book contains extremely explicit, uncensored sexual content including graphic scenes of dominance and submission, BDSM, spanking, and raw, filthy language. It is intended for mature readers aged 18+ only. If explicit content offends you, this is not the book for you. For everyone else ,enjoy the ride. Harlow Vance has spent twenty four years feeling invisible. Her younger brother is the success story, the one her father brags about, the one who can do no wrong. Desperate to feel something, to feel wanted, she decides to lose her virginity. Not to some boy her age who will fumble and forget her by morning, but to a man. A dominant she has been chatting with online for weeks, someone who calls her a brat and makes her pulse race with every message. She agrees to meet him at Radiant, an exclusive BDSM club in Pittsburgh. She uses a fake name. She plans for one night, nothing more. But when the door opens, it is not a stranger staring down at her. It is Kael Hawthorne. Her father's best friend. Her father's business partner. The man she has been secretly aching for since she was old enough to notice the way his gaze lingered on her a moment too long. Kael should push her away. He should call Julian and tell him his daughter is in a place she does not belong. Instead, he pulls her into the room and shuts the door. But secrets have a way of slithering out. And when Julian walks into Radiant and finds his daughter on her knees for his best friend, everything Harlow has built with Kael threatens to shatter. What do you think will happen? Read to find out!

"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers; his voice sexy as . "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes. And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me. He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. - Let's talk about the most powerful young bachelor, A business mogul of his time, Jonathan Christopher, De Leon. Combined, JACE DE LEON. After a failed attempt from high school, the courageous plus timid girl left him with a very challenging heart target hunt. A couple of years passed, his hunger for her supplemented after prowling her like what feels like forever, he yearns for her which leads to racing hormones and drifting dark desires of his very own Infatuations. How will the relationship between a powerful casanova and an elegant part-timer be restricted?

Dark.SensitiveContent.D/s.MAFIA ROMANCE.CEO/Billiomaire Mila(Carmella) I ran away. I did it. Left everything I knew so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so noone from back home finds me.But did I really left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with Boss that’s devil incarnate and he sure knows how to make my life hell. The problem with him was, as much as I wanted to kill him, I also wanted to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets.To tell him how much of an arsehôle he is, and then maybe kiss him a little,forgetting the fact that he was dangerous. But I couldn’t help the attraction to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one getting hurt and killed. Jonathan Nothing in life comes easy and I learned that the hard way. But when my new secretary managed to stay more than two weeks I knew that something was not right. And for someone like me-a man leading a double life, if something is too good then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right, I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes me. But this isn’t it. I've only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought .Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

Trigger Warning: This story explores difficult themes including emotional and physical abuse, coercion, non-consensual drugging, obsession, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised. Love. Lust. Obsession. Three very different men, but they all have one thing in common... Me. I was just a waitress. A woman with burned bridges and a dream of starting over. I thought I was finally free. A clean slate. I was so close... so close to gaining the independence I fought so hard for, until darkness came again, only this time… tenfold. One’s lust wants to own me. Another’s obsession seeks to break me. The third... I’m drawn to. He treated me like no one else did. I thought I could trust him. Then something shifted. Something terrifying. Hope fades when your body is not yours, your voice is silenced, and freedom is denied. --- As my fingertips brushed the smooth metal surface of the handle, claw-like fingers sank into my fleshy hips. I cried out in pure terror, the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed against his chest. “You’re really not leaving without saying goodbye to me, are you, sweetheart?” he growled. His eyes glowed an eerie garnet. “Remember, you belong to me now, Laura. If you ever dare run, I’ll lock you away where no one will find you,” he snarled, his coarse face scraping against mine. --- I’ve survived everything up to this point... Now, I’m not sure I can. They say I belong to them... Yet what if I was never meant to belong to anyone?

Sweet warning, my darling sinner… These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again… She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.” Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.” And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.” Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined. Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended. Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly. **Indulge. Submit. Sin.** Ready to kneel for every single story? Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ This book includes themes of homophobia, including discriminatory language and behavior. These elements are included to reflect certain real-world attitudes and experiences, but they do not reflect the views of the author. Reader discretion is advised. If you find such content distressing, please take care as you proceed. — Gunner took the job thinking it would be easy: keep an eye on the Floros’ only son while his parents were out of the country for a business trip. Follow and carry out the rules the Floros' had given him—watch the kid, keep him out of trouble, and collect a generous paycheck. But Layland Floros is anything but a kid. Beautiful, bold, and entirely too provocative for his own good, Layland isn’t interested in being watched. With a bratty attitude that dares Gunner to break every boundary he’s set for himself when he's on the job, Layland turns a simple assignment into something far more dangerous. Gunner's never been with a man. Never even thought about it—until Layland. Now, every moment in that house is thick with tension, with heat that hums just beneath the surface. The more Gunner tries to keep things professional, the harder it becomes to ignore what he was really feeling towards the young man. Soon, duty gives way to desire, and Gunner finds himself crossing lines he swore he wouldn’t. But when the chemistry between them explodes into something real and raw, he’ll have to face the truth: babysitting Layland and carrying out the young man's parents' rules was never the hard part. Staying away from him is. And if Layland's parents find out what really happened behind the closed doors of their home, Gunner could lose more than just the job.

18+ Warning!!! Listen, this book does not play nice. Expect explicit sexual content, bursts of violence, and enough emotional chaos to make your head spin. The characters? Oh, they'll frustrate you, make reckless choices, and probably leave you yelling at the page. Reader discretion is advised… but let's be real, you're still going to read it just to see what these beautiful messes do next. ★★★ He left her in the flames… never knowing she carried his child. Elowen Thorne was once a forgotten maid in Morvain Pack, until Alpha Alaric Veylor of Dravenmere Pack made her his mate-- but love turned to ashes when betrayal struck. Accused of a crime she didn't commit and replaced by her envious stepsister, Tazira, Elowen vanished... burned, broken, and pregnant. Five years later, she returns as the long-lost daughter of the noble Velmira Pack Queen, known for their healing ability. Her power was feared, and her heart locked away. Her only focus is to retrieve the Drezova Moon Relic to stop the Vampires and Witches before war consumes them all. But fate is cruel! To find the relic, she must work with three powerful Alphas. One is her ex-husband, Alpha Alaric, who betrayed her… another is Sylion, the mysterious guardian of the relic who once saved her life and wants her now… And the last is Alpha Drazien Veythar, the calculating political leader whose alliance she must secure, even if it costs her freedom. Claimed by the three Alphas, bound by duty, and fated only to the Alpha King-- her greatest battle will be choosing which heart survives the war.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.