Lights Camera Disaster Novels & Stories

Six years ago, Dami’s life shattered in a single night. An accident stole her voice and her husband Axel walked away when she needed him the most. Heartbroken and alone, she disappeared from the world only to rise again under the ruthless wings of Lycan, a feared mafia lord who turned her pain into power. Now Dami is back wealthy, unrecognizable, and dangerous. When she discovers Axel’s company and home drowning in debt, she buys everything he once owned, determined to watch him break the way she did. But her plan twists into something darker when she invites Doman, Axel’s half brother and sworn enemy into her life. What she doesn’t know is that Doman isn’t just after Axel but he’s after her. And he isn’t working alone. Sophia, the girl Dami once called sister, has been feeding Doman information, plotting quietly from the shadows. Together, they unravel Dami’s empire, isolate her, and tighten a noose around her life until a cruel betrayal pushes her over the edge and steals something she can never get back. But in her darkest moment, the last man she ever expected returns to her side, Axel. As Doman’s cruelty intensifies and Sophia’s secrets explode into the open, Dami finds herself caught between the past that destroyed her and the man determined to save her. Old wounds reopen, buried feelings resurface. And when a forbidden kiss is caught on camera, war ignites. Now, Dami and Axel must face the enemies who hunted her, expose the conspiracy threatening to consume her, and decide whether their broken love is worth saving or destined to burn them both alive.

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so, that I could hide my pain. But it was a terrible fail. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he was not making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes, that was true. But not that much different. Besides, I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me, if I can call it a rejection that is. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income. Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger. XXXXXX Dimitri is an original vampire. He is also soon-to-be king. As part of his pre-coronation duties, he is to disguise himself and live among his soon-to-be subjects such as to understand them better. However, he cannot get caught. If anyone recognizes that it is him, their prince, then he has failed. So, what happens when he bumps into his mate and she doesn't approve of him being of working class? Throw in a black, bold and beautiful African woman, a ton of family secrets and a supernatural war, then your recipe for disaster is good to go.

After the death of his first love, Caspian Stormcrown hated me for ten years. No matter how carefully I tried to please him, he met me with nothing but sneers. "If you really want to make me happy, go and die," he said. The words cut deep. Yet when a burning beam collapsed during the palace fire, he shoved me out of the way and died in my stead. He lay in my arms as his life faded. When I reached for him, he spent his last strength brushing my hand aside. "Evelyn Frostwood, how much better would my life have been if I had never met you…" he whispered. At the funeral, his mother sobbed until she could barely remain standing. "This is my fault," she cried. "I never should have forced you to marry her. If I had let you marry Amelia instead, would today have ended differently?" His father looked at me with open hatred. "Caspian saved you three times. Why did you only ever bring him disaster? Why did you live instead of him?" Everyone regretted that Caspian married me. So did I. In the end, I leapt from Starfall Tower and returned to the past, 10 years earlier. This time, I chose to sever every tie between Caspian and me and give everyone the ending they wanted.

" I'm talking to you Serena." Gerald said, his voice cool. Too cool it made shivers run down her spine. " I know, I heard you the first time." She replied. For the first time, she was grateful at how calm her voice sounded. It did a good job of masking the fear she felt. Gerald walked closer till he was towering above her. Placing a finger under her chin, he raised her head up, his eyes boring into hers... " Look at me when I talk to you." ****** Serena was arranged to marry Gerald, a duke who has been running away from the commitment that comes with being married. When she meets him for the first time, she falls in love with him and hopes that he will reciprocate as well. Unfortunately, she is raped a few days before her wedding, making it impossible for her to consummate her marriage with her new husband. Gerald doesn't want to get married but when his mother gives him a bride, he has no choice but to do her bidding. He hates her at first and begins plans on how to divorce her after the marriage. But the longer he spends with her, the more he notices things he shouldn't notice.... They both have secrets that they are unwilling to share and this causes a huge strain in their marriage. Will love be enough to solve the underlying problems or is thier marriage just a recipe for disaster??? Read on to find out.....

Elena Miller’s life began twice—once before the cruise ship disaster, and once after it stole her memories and left her alone in a world that no longer recognized her. Taken in by a wealthy family, she was molded into the image of their lost daughter—trained to speak like her, dress like her, and live like her. For years, she survived as a replacement, surviving on borrowed love. But everything collapsed the day the real heiress returned, and Elena was cast aside as if she never mattered. Abandoned, broken, and unwanted, she should have faded into nothing. Instead, she caught the attention of Shaun Hayes. Shaun Hayes, heir to Australia’s most powerful family, is cold, calculating, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He does not chase. He does not lose. And he never looks at anyone twice—until Elena Miller. What begins as a dangerous fixation turns into something far worse: obsession. But as Shaun draws her deeper into his world, Elena starts uncovering fragments of a buried past—the cruise ship incident was not an accident, her identity was stolen, and every person around her has been lying about who she truly is. Now trapped between a hidden history, a family war she never knew she belonged to, and a man who refuses to let her go, Elena realizes the truth too late: Shaun Hayes doesn’t fall in love. He possesses.

Kesley Bellamy has perfected the art of sabotaging blind dates — for a price. When her best friend begs her to scare off yet another setup, Kesley agrees. A thousand dollars to act crazy for an hour? Easy money. She'll chew gum like a maniac, mention her pot-smoking habit, and maybe proposition the guy for good measure. He'll run screaming, and she'll finally fix her dying laptop. But the man who walks into that restaurant isn't the balding, boring businessman she expected. He's Niklaus Specter — the devastatingly handsome CEO of SpecterTech. The same company Kelsey just applied to. The same company that's her last hope of breaking into the tech industry as a female developer. Worse? He doesn't run away. He finds her antics... intriguing. Now Kesley has three days to transform from "Taraji Gilbert" — the pot-smoking, sex-crazed teacher who just propositioned him — into Kesley Bellamy, the professional data analyst who desperately needs this job. But Niklaus Specter didn't become a billionaire by missing details. And when Kesley walks into her interview on Monday morning, she's about to discover that some mistakes are too expensive to hide. Especially when the CEO remembers everything. A hilarious, steamy romance about mistaken identities, second chances, and the fine line between disaster and destiny.

Three years ago, my rich boyfriend, Steven Delaney, went into bankruptcy. He decided to break up with me so that he wouldn't drag me down. As I looked at his broken expression, I steeled my heart and ripped the overseas college application I had just received. "I'll stay with you. Together, we can rebuild your legacy." Everyone told me that I was nuts. Still, I decided to move into a damp basement room with Steven. After that, I took on a job out in the streets that allowed me to earn money the fastest, which was promoting beer to the customers. One day, when I'm delivering beer to the customers, one of them calls out to me. "Hey, this lady looks like you!" There are two screens being shown on a livestream, that's being replayed. The left screen shows me crouching at the doorway of the basement while washing shirts for Steven. It's so cold that my fingers have gone completely red. The right screen shows him all dressed up in a smart-looking suit. He has an arm wrapped around a beautiful and well-dressed woman, and they're both sitting in a luxury car. Steven smiles at the camera and says, "This is my third year lying to my girlfriend about my financial situation. Till now, she still hasn't realized the truth! She really is a pathetic idiot!" The live comments keep popping up on the side. "You really know how to make things interesting, Mr. Delaney! I can't believe you're capable of coming up with the whole 'pretending to be broke in order to test your girlfriend's humanity' act!" "What exactly is that lady aiming for, honestly? She's just someone who sells beer! Does she seriously think she's in a romance drama?" "Oh, this is hilarious! That penniless girlfriend of his is even washing underwear for him! The truth is, the underwear belongs to the Delaney family's household staff!"

“What?!” I finally manage to croak out. “Let me fuck you”he repeats Okay so I heard him correctly. I turn to leave but then remember that Clare is probably riding Shane’s dick right now so I stop.I think about it for a second then I decide that I’m going to do it. My core clenches at the thought of having sex for the first time and I become more aware that I want to do this. “Okay”I tell him I walk back to the room locking the door.I take off my dress and then walk towards the random stranger who is beckoning me with his finger. This is so fucked up but I’m determined to enjoy this so I don’t pay too much attention to the details because that’ll only make me overthink this. Besides all I ever wanted was to lose my virginity to Shane Ryder but now that he is balls deep inside Clare Haistings I don’t think that matters anymore. He takes his shirt off, his torso and chest rippling. I almost let out a moan. The dim lights are making him look like a sex God and its honestly the alcohol but I suddenly can’t wait to have him inside me. I run my hands down his tight torso.

As Gamma of the Creed Pack, I'd held the Northern Border alone for three full years. Every time I called in to ask when I could come home, my mate — the Alpha of Creed — picked up the phone himself. He told me the rogues weren't cleared. He told me the rival packs were still circling. He said, "Nora. One more year. Once we have completely eliminated all our enemies, I will hold the grandest mating ceremony for you. I swear it on the Moon." I believed him. When I dragged myself out of a pile of dead rogues with a silver arrowhead still lodged an inch from my heart, bleeding too fast for a medevac, my warriors had to shift and run me back in wolf form all the way to Creed territory. The moment we crossed the border, I saw fairy lights strung from every streetlamp along the road to the pack house. Pack wolves on the sidewalks were talking loud, smiling at each other. "The Alpha's Mating Ceremony is tonight. He's taking the Elder's daughter as Luna. Three years of peace on the border. It's a good time to be Creed." I coughed dark blood into the fur on the back of my warrior's neck and laughed, short and bitter. He hadn't needed me holding the border. He just hadn't wanted me home.