Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

Hardcore 18+ erotica overflowing with forbidden, family-taboo lust -- Teacher-student depravity. Raw brother-sister pounding, mother-son breeding, full incest threesomes and orgies, plus dominant teacher fucking her barely-legal student senseless, possessive one night stand, hardcore sex deepthroating, rough anal, breeding fantasies, secret risky sex, and dripping-wet surrender to every twisted desire that society forbids. Pure filthy taboo fantasy – zero romance, all sin. **** This book is mainly for xxx forbidden desires. Feel free here and enjoy

Smiles aren't always pretty; especially when that sort of smile looks like a homicidal killer.Gabriella Bryce was told that a smile is a girl's precious jewelry. They were wrong. To her, it's like a makeup gone bad. With her forbidding and murderous smile that can chase off even a group of teenage football players; Gabriella was certain that she was destined to be forever alone.But that was until she saved a boy from a group of guys one night in a deserted alley...with her smile. Aelfric Beaumont, a vampire-werewolf hybrid and the boy she saved, was fascinated with her smile and has never left her alone since then. Following her like a sick love-struck and possessive puppy, every day became a game of chase for her. Especially when the Alpha of a werewolf pack is desperate for protection due to an impending pack war and sees Gabriella as a suitable mate for his son. Tyrelle Gawen; a werewolf boy forced by his father to attend the same school as Gabriella in order to pursue her.With two beasts following her every move, can Gabriella still live her life normally? Or will it be a never-ending tango between the three of them?

“I, Atlas Maxwell the future Alpha of Blue Zircon pack, reject you Selene Argus Phoebe as my mate and the Luna of Blue Zircon pack.” My heart shattered on that faithful day I got rejected by my mate. Unfortunately I wasn’t broken enough for my mate and that was when the real suffering started, I became my mate’s sex slave. As if that was not enough, he broke my limit when I overheard this conversation. “Using her as sex slave is not enough.” “But Atlas, you’ve rejected her and you’re basically covering her beauty while using her as your sex slave, what more could you want?” Luke asks “Using her to breed omegas.” The statement that crushed what was left inside of me. I packed my bags and left the pack that day not realizing that I was pregnant…..but for who?? Fours years later, I was back but only for one thing; Revenge. But on who? My rejected mate or my babies daddy? Or both?

Her father sold her to a ruthless Mafia boss, Cassian Gavino. Cassian hated her to the core, he'd forcefully make her watch him and his mistress having sex, he'd beat her whenever he's upset and made sure she starved to sleep on some nights. Then a mistake happened, Cassian was drunk, he forcefully had sex with her and she got pregnant. Getting pregnant worsened her situation. Her pregnancy led to her drastic death, but she was given a second chance at life when she was reborn.

El never believed that she would become the dreadful brothers sex mate. Now, they will stop at nothing to break her to their will.

WARNING⚠️: CONTAINS MATURED & EXPLICIT CONTENTS. "I didn’t sign up to be just a nanny to your kids and a sex toy to you!” I screamed. “You have no choice, woman!” Sebastian retorted, “I got married to you for these reasons, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities.” “I should be fulfilling my responsibilities as your wife, not a nanny or a sex toy!” I whimpered. He grabbed my hand, his arm wrapping around my waist. “I don’t care what you have to say, but do not miss the next even day, be at my bed!” I felt his hot breath on my face, my legs shook, like they always have under his touch. “What? You can’t even resist my touch, and you talk about being a sex toy?” He grabbed my cheeks and raised my head to meet his intense gaze. “Tell me you don't love being touched by me!” My whole body trembled. How could I tell him that I loved it, but I just didn’t want to be treated like a sex toy? “Speak!” He shouted, and grabbed my shirt, tearing out the buttons. “Stop me, Olivia!” I stood still, I couldn't stop him. He pulled the shirt off and dropped my skirt to the floor, leaving me only with my bra and panties on. He grabbed my waist and his other hand found it's way into my panties. “Stop me now, Olivia!” His finger slid inside of me, and I cried out, shamelessly. “I don’t want you to stop!” I screamed, grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers in and out of me. I felt embarrassed, but I just couldn’t resist his touch. That was all I was to him; a nanny to his kids, and a sex toy to him.

God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. He spent his life thinking that dark-furred wolves were uncleansed, uneducated, bottomless creatures. I was a dirtball wolf slave, and I was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn’t let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted me, as his MATE.God must want to kill me faster to make me his mate, especially we have sex after a drug accident. But after As the weeks went on, it seemed as though my relationship with Marlon has only grown more intense. He came into my room only to have sex again and agian.A dirty black sex slave. That is what I am.Until he said, he was mesmerized by me.

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

They said I was beautiful — but not real. That my smile was perfect — but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world’s cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, trusting her more than my own reflection. And when my world collapsed under secrets, silence, and the weight of never being enough — I disappeared. Then I opened my eyes… Ten years earlier. Before the surgery. Before the vows. Before I forgot who I was beneath the makeup and the mask of confidence. This time, I don’t need to be fixed. This time, I don’t need to be forgiven. I remember every lie. Every betrayal. Every time I silenced my voice to keep the peace. So I’m not here to win back love. I’m not here to punish the past. I’m here to become the woman I was always meant to be — unedited, unafraid, and finally, completely seen. I was more than pretty. This time, I’ll live like I believe it.