Novel 93 Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

The room was filled with dense white smoke. "Go!" she screamed. They moved swiftly, keeping low as shots tore through walls. Noah kicked the window open. They crawled out, one at a time, onto the rusty metal stairs. As soon as Lena's feet landed on the steps, a shadow dropped in front of them. A gun pointed straight at her chest. She didn't think. She went forward, striking the gun away. The bullet passed, scraping against her shoulder. Pain rippled through her arm, but she didn't let it stop her.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

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Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

Chapter 2: The Binding of the Lamb Trope: Omegaverse / Shibari / Breeding / Submission Heat Level: [NOIR X3] The morning light didn’t bring relief…it only brought clarity. When Maya opened her eyes, the cabin was freezing, the fire having long since surrendered to the mountain’s chill. She tried to move, but her body felt like it had been fused together. The biological lock of the knot had long since subsided, but the phantom weight of it remained…a heavy, dull ache deep in her womb that made every breath feel thick.

Claire Spencer moved in too, staying with them under the title of Adrian’s cousin. After they got together, Zoey treated Adrian with nothing but care—always attentive, always saying yes. Slowly, Adrian started to warm up. He wasn’t cold anymore. He even began responding to her on his own. Zoey thought she was getting close. That the contract would be fulfilled any day now. But what she didn't expect... was that in the next ninety-three chances, not once did Adrian choose her over Claire. On the ninety-third attempt, Claire bought a bottle of acid—and tried to throw it in Zoey's face.

Even as my skin burns and itches under all that punishment. Punishment I’m not expecting to stop suddenly, but it does. And that’s because Nora decides to run her hands over her handiwork. Her nails through each hot area. She drags her nails all the way down my back. My body bows, and I present myself to her. The dull pain at her touch chills my skin and raises every hair on my body. At my ass, she dares to scratch. Leave her mark on me. I shiver excitedly under this but say nothing or move. I keep my hands planted to the wall, though they want to wrap around my engorged cock and stroke until I come.

The day after that, Enzo wrote. "Alessia, I know you will not reply. I just want you to know that Chiara has been exiled from the family. She will not come back. Your things are still in your room. Rosalina kept them. I will not look for you. But I hope you are well." I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I put my phone down and picked up my coffee. Outside the window, Zurich's streets were busy with pedestrians. Trams rattled past on the tracks below.