Mha Text Stories Novels & Stories

At the family dinner over the holidays, Elias Barrett has given all of our relatives and their children thick wads of cash. When it's my turn, he just frowns at me. "We've been together for so long. What's the point in going through the motions? You're the one managing the finances, so you can just withdraw what you need from the account." I merely nod without saying anything. But soon, I notice a text message from his bank popping out on the notifications' list. "You have transferred 1,430 dollars to Jamie Sutton. Remark: Babe, happy holidays. XOXO Elias." It turns out that Elias' anti-formalism rule is meant for me, not others. I don't bother starting a fight or throwing a tantrum. Instead, I just cancel the booking on my wedding venue that will be used next month. After that, I shred the kidney donation consent form meant for Elias into pieces. Once the holidays are over, I'm not going to extend Elias' life for him anymore.

The New Year's Day had barely started when my usually unromantic husband, Everett Grant, surprised me by booking a tour for me. The moment I settled into the bus, however, a line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Poor Tina! Her jerk husband booked a one-dollar tour for her, and then turns around and drops ten grand taking his mistress overseas.] I froze, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me, and kept chatting with the woman beside me as if nothing had happened. Then the messages showed up again. [Seriously? Tina's still smiling like an idiot. She has no idea this tour is really a trafficking ring. Once they get her to the island, she's done for!] [Oh, no! The bus leaves in three minutes. Is Tina actually gonna die like this? That's such a miserable way to go!] The bus had been quiet until the tour guide suddenly spoke up. "We'll be departing shortly. It's about an hour's ride. After that, we'll transfer to a boat to reach the island."

When the moon rises, the line between the beast and man doesn't just blur, it breaks. These are stories of alphas who take what they want and give you everything you never knew you needed. Raw heat. Primal hunger. The kind of surrender that tastes like release. Innocence devoured. Control shattered. Pleasure so deep, you'll lose yourself and not want to be found. No warnings. No escape. No regrets.

Seraphina Blackwood discovered the truth on an ordinary Thursday. After years of predawn breakfasts and midnight work sessions, after countless school plays and bedtime stories, her eight year old son had chosen someone else to call family. The other woman had been there all along, slowly taking her place, Sera's husband equally complicit…while Sera was busy keeping their household afloat.

Behind closed doors lie forbidden affairs, secret obsessions, and unspoken desires. Each sequence peels back the layers of new characters, exposing the raw ache of passion and the cost of indulgence. Their stories weave through shadowed hallways, whispered temptations, twisted power plays, dangerous entanglements, and the kind of romance that doesn’t always come with happy endings. From the seductive to the scandalous, every encounter leaves a mark.

But Aria can't seem to get her mind off him. Nico knows just how to get through her defenses and she sees past his scars and all the horrible stories they have to tell. But as secrets are uncovered, Aria realizes her fate is tied to a man who prefers to live in the shadows. And even as her father takes on a case involving a mysterious crime group Nico is tied to,

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: Sex, Love and Scandal “Everything I hate...Yet Crave.” A collection of several steamy, twisted, highly erotic short stories and filled with dark sexual fantasies and desires. DISCLAIMER ️ This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships.

Taboo Entanglements: 40 Shades of Surrender One touch, one forbidden line crossed, and everything explodes. In this raw 18+ collection of "40 scorching erotic stories", desire doesn’t ask permission — it takes, claims, and ruins. A best friend’s father finally bends his daughter’s tempting best friend over his desk and fucks the innocence out of her. A possessive stepbrother locks his bratty stepsister in a collar and makes her scream his name. A dangerously obsessed professor corrupts his favorite student with ropes, lectures, and relentless age-gap domination. A grieving woman lets her dead brother’s best friend fuck her raw on his motorcycle to feel alive again. And a neglected married actress surrenders her body and marriage to the commanding touch of her dominant female co-star. Jealousy, guilt, filthy pleasure and pain that feels too good. Every story drips with unfiltered lust; dripping toys, bruising grips, BDSM so intense it hurts, and orgasms that break minds, no limits, no apologies, just pure, addictive sin. Forty stories, forty different ways to surrender completely. Once you start… you won’t stop.

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter. When I confronted him, he turned it back on me. “Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!” “Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?” However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway. The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away. The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.] I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize. Then, I went to a lawyer. “I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

“Three hundred dollars for rent just went through. Thanks, Claire.” A text popped up on Claire’s phone from a contact saved as “Mark.” I grabbed the phone before she could react and froze. “Rent?” I asked. “You’ve been telling me every month that money was from your side job.” Her face went stiff. She reached for the phone, trying to take it back. “He was my sister Emily’s husband,” Claire said quickly. “After Emily died, he was left with two kids. I was only trying to help.” My hand brushed against the anniversary gift in my pocket, and something inside me went cold. “Which apartment is he paying rent for?” Her lips parted, but it took her a long time to answer. When she finally did, she gave me the name of a neighborhood. My ears rang. It was the downtown apartment my parents had left me. A spacious unit that could rent for ten thousand a month at market rate. And she had leased it to her widowed brother-in-law for the absurdly low price of three hundred dollars.