Newborn Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

Beneath the opera house...indeed, someone is there. Watching and musing as he watches the theatre he loved and hated. Noelle is a talented dancer but is pushed aside in favour of the ballerinas. Until one night, he hears music and encounters the origin of many ghost stories; Julian is an enigmatic loner whose only companions are the rats. In Noelle, he sees the spark of talent and knows he can kindle it. And the story begins. Genius and passion are a painful mix...

Five years after our breakup, I saw my ex-fiancé, Nico Luciano, showing off his newborn on social media. The next day, he cornered me at a private club and slid a black card across the table. “Lena, Sophia finally had a boy, the heir to the Luciano family. Now I can marry you.” He tried to soften his tone. “Having been widowed to my late brother for five years, she just wanted a child to care for her. I had no choice after the first two were girls. “Thank you for waiting these extra two years. The wedding is set for next Monday, and the invitations are ready.” What he didn’t know was that I was already married. I am now the lawful wife of Vincent Moretti, the don of the North Alumcian Mafia Commission, and a core decision-maker of the Moretti family’s financial empire. Watching Nico’s confident smile, I sent a message to my underboss. “Notify the elders of the five major mafia families. Next Monday, I’m removing the Luciano family from power.” Then I looked up and smiled at him. “Marry me? Save your own career first.”

Princess Riley of Avarayne watched merchants with ledger, smooth smiles murder her mother at the docks and cast the queen into the harbour's hungry rip. Days later, her grief-numbed father guided by a new wife with colder hands than the sea stripped Riley's birthright and crowned a newborn son in her place. Hounded by courtly poisons and a stepsister who polishes beauty like a blade, Riley binds her chest, hides her hair beneath a bandana, and vanishes into the night as "Rye." Aboard the infamous Gilded Wraith under Captain Kade Thorne, the Wolf of the Azure. Rye learns knots, storms, and the language of survival. A slow, impossible pull grows between captain and "boy," even as she steers the crew through sea monsters, rival pirates, and raids against the royal fleet hunting them. But when a bounty bearing House Morcant's seal surfaces, Riley glimpses the conspiracy that began the night her mother drowned. Captured and unmasked to save Kade's life, Riley is dragged back to a palace that would sell her in marriage to silence the truth. To free the man who became her compass and claim the justice denied her, she must choose: reclaim a crown salted with blood or burn the lies that built it.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Rosette Jenner dies betrayed by the man she loved. Stripped of her inheritance, robbed of her newborn child, and murdered under the guise of medical complications, her life ends in silence and betrayal. But fate gives her a second chance. Rosette wakes up two years before her death with all her memories intact. This time, she refuses to be naïve. She hides her rebirth behind elegance and obedience while secretly planning the destruction of everyone who ruined her life. Her path collides with Cesare Llewellyn, a powerful billionaire she once considered an enemy. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously perceptive, Cesare sees through her masks almost immediately. He does not want her trust or her love. He wants control, possession, and truth. Meanwhile, Blake, the ex-lover who betrayed and murdered her in her past life, senses her change. Obsessed with reclaiming her and terrified of losing control, he grows increasingly unstable and violent. As Rosette walks a tightrope between two dangerous men, buried secrets surface, including the shocking truth about her stolen child. Revenge becomes war. Desire becomes obsession. Love becomes a weapon. In the end, Rosette must decide whether she will remain a survivor or become something far more terrifying.

Right after my best friend, Freda Foster, is done giving birth, I cuddle with her newborn while playing with him. "Hi, darling. I'm your godmother, and he's your godfather." That's when my husband, Hugo Reid, suddenly speaks up. "I'm not his godfather. I'm his actual father." At first, I think I'm hearing things. Unexpectedly, Hugo's lips curl into a smirk. He repeats himself, "The baby's mine. On the day your father passed away, Freda and I did it the whole night. We used a whole box of condoms, too." I remain rooted to the spot. My throat feels very constricted to the point I can barely find my voice. A long while later, I finally choke out, "But… But we only registered our marriage yesterday…" Hugo laughs as he wraps an arm around me and starts consoling me. "Don't worry. Freda and I are friends with benefits, at most. If we wanted to get married, we'd have gotten married a long time ago." A pause later, he adds teasingly, "Wait, Freda is still keeping this a secret from you, huh? The truth is, we were in a relationship before. I'm the first man she's been with, you know."