Naughty Novels Novels & Stories

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

"Darling, look at the new bag I got! I've been waiting so long to get it!" Myra beamed with excitement as she showed off her new purchase. Excessive wealth had a way of feeding a person's most primal desires. In Myra's case, it led straight to corruption. Over the years, I seldom gave in to indulgence. Only when it was absolutely necessary to keep up appearances did I grit my teeth and use Blake's card. He never understood. To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

“Fill Mommy’s slut hole… breed me, Daddy… pump your hot seed into my fertile womb!” “Tony… don’t you dare stop… wreck my tight pussy… I need your thick load so bad… use me like the whore I am for you!” He flipped them into new positions relentlessly…making them ride him one after the other, their soaked breasts bouncing wildly as they went up and down onto his cock, grinding their clits against his base. Then he arranged them in a heated sixty-nine, where their tongues frantically lapped at each other’s swollen clits and the glistening length of his cock as he took turns fucking each from behind. The air grew thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and feminine arousal. The bedframe creake

To the way his fingers moved across the pages. To the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. God. My imagination betrayed me instantly of him spanking my butt so hard that all I would be hearing is the echo of my moan filling the room. “Who’s Daddy’s fucking pet?” He voiced out while his nails crept deep into my skin. “Ah… Daddy, just you and only you. This feels so damn good.” While he kept spanking me harder “Please.. don’t stop daddy. Harder.” “Miss Anna?”

I knelt down and started crawling to the side of the bed so that even if he woke up, he wouldn't see my naked body. I looked at him and saw that I could grab my panties because only a small part of his hips was running through them. I started moving my hand to reach the panty. A little more. . . . It's coming . . . . I've touched your garter but I'm too shaky. I was pulling it out little by little when he suddenly turned sideways and ran over my hand as well! "Ohhhhh. . . ." It roared through my entire being! My brain doesn't want to work right now, I can't think of anything to do and I just want to scream.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

In fact, the complete opposite. It was an erotic novel, one about a young male intern who fell in love with his female boss. He skimmed over it and found words like ‘spanking’, ‘handcuffs’, and ‘bonding’, which he was pretty sure wasn’t the wholesome kind of bonding. His face heated up just by reading it. “Why the heck does the library have novels like this?” He complained. “Because they’re a fun library, duh. What do you think the moms do while the children listen to fables?”