Mob Psycho 100 And One Punch Man Novels & Stories

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.

"Show me exactly how much you crave this, especially when it’s someone you’re supposed to loathe." One hundred nights. One hundred different men who know exactly how to push you to your absolute limit. This isn’t romance. This isn’t love. This is the dark, intrusive obsession that keeps you up at night, the kind of heat that floods your mind when you think you’re finally alone. Stepbrothers who corner you in the steam of a shower. Priests who hold you captive at the altar. Mafia dons who command your attention and leave you desperate for more. The coach who swore he’d never cross that line—until he shattered it. Every forbidden, unspoken scenario you’ve ever entertained, brought to life in raw, unapologetic detail. No soft touches. No gentle whispers. Just heavy hands, sharp words, and the kind of intensity that leaves you undone. Fair warning: This collection doesn't hold back. Power struggles, public tension, and total surrender. If you prefer your stories sweet and romantic, look away. But if you want to be completely overwhelmed by men who don't ask for permission—because they’ve already decided that you’re theirs… Pick a night. Any night. You won’t be the same when it’s over.

A Luna, Wasn't that supposed to be an honorable position? Only meant for the best of women? Opening my eyes to the sound of a clock in my dark room, I met myself tied to the bed but what was worst, I was already branded! Forcefully, I was betrothed to the King of all Alphas, Alpha Asher! The most cruel Alpha in the history of Werewolves and funnily, He was known to be a cold psychopath, who would kill his mate after two years of being together. Strangely, Alpha Asher is different from every other Alpha as he changes mate like papers! It was my turn to be used and killed. Will I survive this cold torture of life? This savage custom of Alpha Asher? What will be my fate when the Moon goddess decides to intervene? Married to the psycho Alpha!

Celestine Smith thought there was no hope for a better future after losing everything in marriage until the Alpha divorced her. Celestine took advantage of the opportunity to rise when everyone anticipated her crumbling into dust. Without the marriage binding her rights, she reclaims everything that is hers. But she must pay the price. "Let's make a deal," he adds, a deadly look on his face. "I'll get you out of this place. "What's in it for you?" Celestine asks as the man in front of her laughs. "I need to know what you want in exchange for helping me." "You." His brief response shoots lightning bolts through her body. "I want you," he says again. Celestine exhales deeply. "We have a deal."

"Use your words Isabella , I want to hear that sweet voice of yours " His voice dripped with cold menace as his grip on my jaw tightened even more. My lips trembled under his harsh glare. I could barely manage to hold his gaze with my blurry teary ones . "I..I'm sorry A..Ace" I stuttered "You are always sorry, a pathetic cry baby is all you are ever going to be. " He sneered further tightening his grip on my shoulders. I couldn't stop an embarrassing tear that escaped my eyes at his words. "You are so pathetic, I will only hurt you more until you are nothing more than dust beneath my feet " My eyes widened when he inched closer , not knowing what to expect i shut my eyes tightly close . I stopped breathing when his breath fanned against my cheeks. When I opened my eyes he was gone. He used to be my crush and childhood best friend... But now he's my nightmare. He hates me, and he's vowed to make my life a living hell. Because I made a huge mistake. Staying alive when I should have died.

Avery had loved Elliot for too long. She had played some tricks behind his back to get his attention. But, what happens when things don't exceed her expectations. She only wanted to acquire a lover but she ends up being gifted three babies in return. But, things don't go her way after she finds out about the pregnancy. So she runs away to save herself from Elliot's wrath. What will she do when she returns and the man who supposedly hated her is beginning to show signs of warmth towards her?

Content Warning ⚠️ This series is extremely explicit and intended for mature audiences 18+ only. It contains graphic sexual content, intense taboo relationships, BDSM, power play, dubious consent, breeding, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ༺ ✦ ༻ Welcome to 100 Ways to Sin. Where lust devours morality and the most forbidden touch feels like heaven. Step into a world where desire refuses to stay hidden. Where a daughter’s pulse quickens every time her devastatingly handsome stepfather walks into the room. Where a straight best friend’s drunken kiss turns into nights of raw, confused, insatiable hunger. Where innocence is slowly stripped away, layer by layer, until all that remains is dripping need and sweet corruption. These one hundred stories don’t merely tease, they consume you. Good storyline wrapped around filthy, explicit encounters that will leave you breathless. The slow burn of forbidden longing finally exploding into rough, possessive fucking. The whispered confessions between tangled sheets. The power struggles that end with wrists pinned and bodies trembling in surrender. Imagine craving the one man you should never want… and finally letting him ruin you. Imagine watching your straight best friend drop to his knees for the first time, eyes dark with newfound lust. Professors. Mafia kings. Best friend’s fathers. Priests fighting their last shred of faith. Dominants who command total submission. Lovers who blur every line between pleasure and pain. Every story is dripping with sensual detail, slick skin, aching arousal, dirty promises moaned against heated flesh, and orgasms that shatter control. One hundred sins. One hundred delicious descents into pleasure. So tell me, love… How deep are you willing to fall tonight?

Evelyn Hayes has spent three years as a “invisible wife” to billionaire Arthur Garrison, living in a marriage that exists only on paper. When she is diagnosed with a terminal illness and told she only has months left, she offers him one final deal: one hundred days of his time in exchange for signing their divorce papers. Arthur agrees, eager to finally be free, completely unaware that he is counting down the days to her death. But as they spend time together, Arthur begins to see Evelyn differently, and the freedom he once wanted no longer feels important. With Evelyn quietly slipping away and time running out, Arthur is forced to face a choice he never expected to make. When the hundred days end, will he still want his freedom—or will it already be too late to save her?

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

Bar. Loud music. Wild people. One Night Stand. On Calliana Stella Laurier's 23rd birthday, her abusive jerk stepfather died. For Calliana, it was a miracle. Her birthday was supposed to be the best day but she didn't expect to have a one night stand with the famous billionaire Rafael Gray Zeigler.