Moaning Softly Novels & Stories

He married her to protect a lie. She married him to buy a chance to save a life. On paper, their marriage was a deal—no love, no promises. But when secrets began to surface—his father’s “accident,” her real last name, the company’s hidden war— they realized neither of them was who they seemed. Betrayal. Desire. A past that refuses to stay buried. He bent down and said softly, “Give me a chance. Let’s start over.”

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

To Be Loved Like This tells the story of Raegan, a woman who finds herself, not in the innocence of first love, but in the aftermath of becoming. Through the weight of loneliness, past wounds, and lives already lived, her self worth grows into something rare: a love that is steady, intentional, and safe. This is not a story about being saved, but about being chosen. It's about what happens when love shows up softly, stays, and proves that healing doesn’t have to hurt.

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies . “ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe . I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth . “ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

Draven’s lips left mine to trail down, from my jaw to my bosoms, kissing and sucking. Damien’s arms were still wrapped around me, immense pleasure and uncanny hunger coursing through me as he pressed his hard bulge against my ass, his towel, the only barrier between us. Suddenly, I whimpered, throwing my head back when I felt someone part my legs underneath before sliding my panty to one side and kissing me there. “No... Darius...” My voice wavered and trembled as I tried to close my legs, but Damien held it open from behind and bit my ear lobe softly, chuckling as I whimpered so hard to the point of sobbing. I had never felt such indescribable pleasure before, it was all so overwhelming. "Leave your legs open." He whispered, biting my ear softly *** Anastasia, a victim of abuse, is sold to the Lycan Devil Triplets in a desperate turn of events. They offer her freedom in exchange for bearing their child. As their relationship deepens, Anastasia discovers her own extraordinary powers and faces challenges from jealous concubines and dangerous foes. Together, they unravel the truth about her mother's captivity and unite against their enemies, forging a path to love and redemption.

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

It all started the morning Daisy heard loud moaning from the apartment directly opposite hers. The day she used it as inspiration for her next erotic novel. And maybe for her fantasies too. Daisy Macklin is a bestselling erotic author secretly living as General Commandant Macklin's daughter. She thought she'd mastered hiding her identity until her new neighbor, Killian, caught her touching herself by the window while listening to his loud morning sex. The man who always appears afterward with coffee and a knowing smirk. The man who haunts her manuscript at night. And just when Daisy decides to forget him, he shows up at her door as the bodyguard her father hired to protect her. But maybe the person Daisy needs protection from is Killian Darth himself.

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."

Hellion woke up in a room with no memories and later got saved by a man. When things unfold between them, she realized that the man she thought was her savior was actually the person who imprisoned her. She realized the truth, way too late and she was already dancing in the palm of his hands. "You're mine and you can only be mine." whispered the Demon King as she touched her inner thighs. Hellion whimpered softly as she tearfully look at his crimson eyes.