Nasty Novels & Stories

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

I want a mate who looks at me the way those women look at their mates. The next morning, we're driving to another pack that has reportedly bought pups. It's near Topeka, Kansas. Everyone is pretty quiet on the bus, even Martina, who has the ability to make all the men blush like teenagers. Everyone still looks tired, so I'm sure they had a restless night, just like I did after what we did to the Blood Fangs. Torturing even the worst person can weigh on your mind if you're good on the inside.

're nothing but a sniveling, hateful husk. She started approaching him in earnest, unhinging the gilt mirror frames from the walls and throwing them clattering at his feet. "Feel free to sicken your dogs on me if you want. Retaliate with whatever punishment you believe would restore some control." Her voice rang out with defiance. "Because I can promise it won't prevent me from dismantling every last brick of this glass house you've built over your pitiful existence." She was only a few steps away now, her fists tightening and releasing convulsively as if she were about to suffocate Ace's lifeless body. His posture remained unruffled, almost statuesque, while his astonished business companio

she murmured, her eyes widening with concern. The cab driver, a burly man with a complete lack of patience for tardy passengers, exited the vehicle and approached Anastasia. His eyes narrowed as he observed her distress, and his voice was laced with irritation as he demanded payment for the ride. Anastasia's gaze darted from the stern driver to the imposing building before her, and she knew she was in dire straits.

Scratching (giving) — 2 Scratching (receiving) —4 Biting (giving) — 2 Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 4 Ice cubes — 5 Wax play —4 Clothes pegs — 5 Knife play —5 Fire Play —3 Breath play Breath control — 4 Choking — 5 Humiliation Teasing — 5 Humiliation (private) — 5 Humiliation (public) — 4 Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 5 Objectifying — 5 Shaving — 3 Sexy clothing — 4 Outdoor scenes — 4 Public exposure — 3 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 5 Sounding —5 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 4 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 2

My mother sternly said while her lips are thinning, every word is bitterly grim. "Everyone in Village Callista looks up at us, Fernando, and what if they found out that the so-called happy perfect family only uses the church for money? We're hiding behind a fucking facade, concealing an awful secret, Fernando, it's disgusting, sickening, I'm tired of it!" My mother stressfully shouted as she threw knives, glasses of beer, and utensils at my father.

“Apologies. I’ll replace them.” He tossed the panties, his gaze raking over the slick pink flesh between her legs. He licked his lips, his stare settling on hers as he lifted first one leg and then the other over the wide, cushioned arms of the chair, splaying her open for his flagrant perusal. His blood pounded. “That is a beautiful sight.” He let his stare linger, slowly, almost reluctantly meeting her sultry stare. “Your pussy is exquisite.” She gasped, whether from the coarse term or the lightest swipe of his finger over her clit, he couldn’t tell, but some Neanderthal part of him enjoyed shocking her. “It is…”

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

Nickson has an affair with the woman and deceives her with all false hopes of a beautiful future. Asshole! You damn bastard! Blakely knelt, sobbing at the occasional cursing that came out of her mouth for Nickson. Even all those dirty words couldn't describe how damn Nickson was in her eyes. Nickson was worse than any despicable beast. He's disgusting!

Niley raised her voice at Nina which made Rican grit his teeth. “Girls like you are a shame and disgust for every person who gets associated with someone like you who doesn't even think about right and wrong. They just need money and for that, they could do anything…even it means sleeping with a man who is completely forbidden for her,” Niley glowered at Nina while verbally destroying Nina's character in front of each and every person present inside that room.