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JOSIE FRANK PRESENTS EXCLUSIVELY “WET DREAMS” A DARK EROTICA ANTHOLOGICAL SERIES This is not a sweet romance Story.. This is not a gentle fantasy either! Wet Dreams is a dark erotica collection written by Josie Frank, the very first and only original WET DREAMS SERIES on Goodnovel, it’s created for readers who crave obsession, power, mystery, and desire that borders on dangerous. These stories dive headfirst into lust-driven encounters where restraint snaps, boundaries blur, and attraction turns feral and possessive. Each chapter of this anthology delivers a new fantasy one so intense, indulgent, and deliberately messy that will leave you wet and panting. From forbidden tension between adults who should know better, to secret affairs that spiral into fixation, obsession, to dominant men, daddy’s, brothers best friend, who do not just want the heroine.. They claim her! Possessive, alpha leads, Untouched heroines pulled into temptation, mafia brides in arranged marriages, Power and heavy dynamics, control, surrender, and obsession. This Insta-lust anthology is one that turns addictive, each chapter holds a different story filled with depth, background, and Fantasies. This story gives us the chance to indulge and sneak a glimpse at that kink you feel so deeply curious about one that start in the mind and refuse to stay there. This collection does not pretend to be polite, cause it’s not meant to be. It is hot, dirty, filthy, and written to awaken the desires you usually keep buried. The kind you think about when the lights are off. The kind that linger long after you close the app. This book is 18+ and contains mature themes, dark elements, and power-based relationships. So If you’re looking for something tamer turn back now but If you want indulgence without apology… Welcome, because things are about to get messy.

My mate Garrett inherited the Alpha position after his brother, the former Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, was killed in the war against the Rogue wolves. And along with it, he inherited his sister-in-law Sarah. From that day forward, he gave me his love, but gave his resources and privileges to his sister-in-law. He claimed she would face cruelty from pack members without the protection of an Alpha, so he took her to Moonhaven Sanctuary—the most secure settlement in the entire Northern Territory—while leaving me behind in the abandoned, low-ranking wastelands of our pack. Every month, he wrote me five letters expressing his longing and affection, yet gave all hunting spoils and money to his sister-in-law. When Rogue wolves invaded, my mate dispatched the pack's strongest forces to protect her and her two children, while my two pups didn't even wait for my return from the hunt. They died cold and hungry, torn apart and devoured by Rogue wolves. Later, I finally managed to wait for my mate Garrett's return. He didn't shed a single tear for our children and told me he wanted to break our bond. "Ember, Sarah can’t keep Luna position anymore so that she can't enjoy the privileges that come with it. My brother died protecting me, so I must protect his widow and her children. " "Don't worry, once her children grow up safe and strong enough, I'll break the bond with her and re-establish our mate bond, because I only love you." He continued. The backlash from the broken bond tortured me until I was barely alive, and I ended my own life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my pups were brutally killed. This time, I didn't leave my children to go hunting. Instead, I took them with me to claim everything that rightfully belonged to us...

To train myself for the role ahead, I hid the truth — that I was the only daughter of an Alpha King. In my first year at the Dark Moon Pack, I fell for Leo, the Alpha's youngest son, the moment I laid eyes on him. Three years of love. The cold, brutal man spoiled me rotten. Yet he never once agreed to a marking ceremony with me. I later found out why — his pack didn't think I was good enough. After all, the Dark Moon Pack was the most powerful in the Northern Territories, and in their eyes, I was just a nameless rogue from some lesser pack. With the whispers about the gap between our ranks growing louder, I decided to tell him the truth about my bloodline. But then Leo started disappearing. Day after day. After his ninety-ninth night away, I saw a photo on his childhood sweetheart's Ins Story — a Christmas tree decked out in sex toys. The caption read: "Leo promised me — on the night of our marking ceremony, we're going to try every single one." Before I could even process it, my phone buzzed again. A DM. From the same woman. "Do you have any idea how much Leo needs me? Every year on your birthday, every anniversary — he waits until you fall asleep, then comes to spend the night with me." "A high-born wolf like me is the only one worthy of being his mate. You're nothing but the third wheel between an Alpha and his Luna." I stared at the words on the screen, my thumb frozen in midair. Should I be furious? Should I fall apart? Nothing. I felt nothing. Just a hollow space where my heart used to be. Fine. This tainted love, this man — I was done with all of it. I closed my eyes and reached out through the mind-link to my father, the Alpha King. "Dad, I agree to come home and take the throne."

Brynn Ashwood survived ten years as a servant in Greymire, beaten, starved, and invisible. She learned to endure the whip, to swallow her screams, to become nothing. Survival meant silence. Freedom was a fantasy she'd buried alongside her slaughtered pack. Then he felt her pain. Torrhen Ashford, the ruthless alpha of the Northern Territories, wakes one night to agony that isn't his. A rare pain bond, the kind that hasn't surfaced in fifty years, has tied him to a girl he's never met. Every bruise she earns, he feels. Every lash she takes, he bleeds. And he's done pretending he doesn't care. When Torrhen storms Greymire to claim her, Brynn doesn't trust him. Alphas don't save servants. They own them. But the bond doesn't lie, his rage when she's hurt, his gentleness when she breaks, the way he'd burn the world down to keep her safe. For the first time in a decade, she dares to hope. But hope is dangerous. Rodrick Vale, the alpha who destroyed her pack, won't let her go. To him, she's property. Proof of his conquest. And when the council rules that Torrhen violated territorial law by taking her, Brynn is forced to make an impossible choice: let one of Torrhen's wolves pay the blood price, or return to Greymire herself. She chooses hell. One year of servitude in exchange for the pack's safety. One year of surviving Rodrick's revenge. One year of Torrhen feeling every moment of her suffering through the bond, unable to save her, forbidden from crossing the border, slowly losing his mind. Some loves are fated. Some are forged in fire. Theirs was built on pain. And when her year is up, Rodrick will learn what happens when you hurt an alpha's mate.

"You think because you pulled me from the Blacktide Waters, you own my bloodline, Franklin?" David’s voice is a low, predatory gravel, his massive frame trapping me against the cold stone of the den. His dominant alpha scent fills the space, thick with pine and raw, untamed heat. "You made the mating pact. Now stand still and let me claim my debt." "I told you it was a joke, Double D," I snap, my fangs pricking my lip as my inner wolf thrashes against the intoxicating weight of his presence. I twist beneath his grip, but his large, heavily calloused hands slide down my spine, burning right through the silver-weave fabric of my tunic. "We are in the middle of a territory war. My family’s manor is swimming in treason, and you're worried about an accidental bond?" "There are no accidents when our wolves touch," David growls, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below my jawline, making a violent shiver rip down my spine. "Your scent is driving my beast insane, klinton. If you don't shut your mouth and press your body against mine right now, I'm going to take you right here on the stone floor, council rules be damned." Franklin Sterling is a fierce, exiled omega heir who has spent ten harsh winters enduring the brutal Ashgrove Wildlands after surviving an assassination attempt ordered by his own father. But when a violent storm strands him on the treacherous Skullmoon Isle, he drags a lethal, dominant Apex Alpha from the jaws of the Blacktide Waters: David Duskbane, the ruthless commander known across the territories as Double D. Can Franklin navigate the lethal vipers of his old den while fighting a suffocating, erotic bond with the most dangerous predator in the northern hemisphere?

All Sophia Carter ever wanted was to dance—to feel the stage lights, the music, the spotlight—her dream was to become a national champion. And marriage? That was never part of her plan. Especially not to Ethan Blackwood—the arrogant playboy billionaire who didn’t even show up to their wedding, but sent someone else in his place!!!! But their parents didn’t care. The two been forced into a deal they never wanted strike a deal— stay marrief for 6 months and divorce. At first, it was war—silent arguments, cold stares, distance and chaos! But slowly… something started to happen…… Something real. Something powerful. Something undeniable Ethan who was struggling with his feelings, hated been trapped. He missed his freedom, his old carefree life. One night, in anger, he told his best friend— "I wish she would just disappear from the earth forever." It was just a harmless joke but not all words are to be joked with because his words came to pass just a week after. Sophia really vanished from earth. Her car reportedly crashed off a bridge. No body. No trace. Nothing. Ethan became a prime suspect especially when his car was seen at the scene an hour before the crash, and with that dark joke he made earlier… the world started asking— Did Ethan really do what he wished for? Or did Sophia fake her own death to escape the marriage? There’s another problem too—Vivian, Ethan's ex. The one who said she came to help… but started wearing Sophia’s clothes,Sophia’s jewelry and Sophia cars. So now the questions multiply— Is Sophia alive and held hostage somewhere? Why does Vivian look a little too happy that Sophia’s gone? Did she and Ethan plan the whole thing to take Sophia out of the picture?

Dear Diary, today I accidentally saw my step father's magic stick. And... I can't help but want to have a taste of it. “I want it inside me, Daddy,” I gasped out loud, voice breathy and broken. “Want you to stretch me open… pound me raw… fill me up with your seed…” He's the last man I should want. My mother's husband. Completely off-limits. But when he looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and calls out my name with that baritone voice. My kitty can't help but throb and my panties soaked. *********************** To my queens... the ones who moan when they should run. For the girls who crave total damnation as soon as the lights go out. For the ones who never wanted soft. You want him obsessed, unhinged and filthy... as the sound of your name breaks through his lips, while he takes you like you're his last breath. Then... Welcome to “Daddies Inferno”🔥a sinful collection filled with dominant men who don't just make the rules, but also break them. From possessive step father's who can't resist the girl they call daughter, to father-in-law's who cross forbidden lines for the one woman they should never want or touch, and Daddy's best friend who wrecks the very girl his supposed to protect. You'll find him in these filthy pages 📖. Now... be a good girl, sit back, relax and let “Daddy” take care of you 😈👅💦. ⚠️ Content Warning: This book contains bad language, Daddy kink relationships, centered on dominance, control, submission, power play dynamics, and is not intended for readers below legal age. So read with extreme caution.

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

TRIGGER WARNING 🔞 This novel contains mature themes intended for ADULT READERS ONLY. Future chapters will include explicit sexual content, graphic erotic scenes, and explicit dialogue that may not be suitable for all audiences. Lights off. Masks on. Rules carved in stone. In a world where love is nothing two broken souls make a pact of pleasure only. No love allowed. Purple Hearts has learned the hard way that love destroys everything it touches. Echo Reid knows love is a lie. Scarred by a past he can’t outrun, For him, intimacy is just a game—a way to numb the pain that never truly fades. “Spread your legs, my sweet Purple,” he groans against her skin, his voice dark “Please…” she begs, her nails digging into his back as pride dissolving “Please what?” he teases, dark and dangerous. “I want you inside me,” she rasps, sweat beading on her forehead as she surrenders to the stranger who makes her feel more alive. His lips trace paths of fire across her body, sending jolts of unfamiliar ecstasy through her veins. But when her hands fly to his face, almost tearing away the mask that hides him from her, he pulls back—cold, sharp, unforgiving. “Sweet Purple,” he says, a smile playing at his lips, “remember the rules.” Before she can apologize, he’s gone—vanishing into the shadows as if he was never there at all, leaving her alone in the silence. “Until we meet again.” But what happens when the masks start to slip? When the lines between pleasure and pain blur? When two people who swore they’d never love again find themselves craving more than just a moment in the dark? Is love truly a tragedy… or could it be the only thing that can save them both?