Novel Collection Novels & Stories

"Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to...drop these off." The files landed heavily on his desk. His eyebrow shot up questioningly. "What are they?" My throat felt clogged as he reached for a cup of coffee, taking a small sip. As he set it back down, I reached for the files, my wrist hitting the ceramic mug and sending it crashing down. Thankfully it didn't break as it hit the hardwood floor, but the hot coffee still spilled. I winced as a few drops of it splashed onto my skin before bending down to pick up the mug.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The archive room smelled of old paper and stale coffee, a scent that clung to your clothes long after you left. I had been there for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache I couldn’t shake. My notebook lay open beside me, pages filled with scribbles, arrows connecting dates and names. Dylan Enterprises kept appearing; charity galas, private investor dinners, late-night “networking events” that left trails of missing people in their wake.

JAMIE R18 🍆🥵💦 Go in with your holy water. As you read a monk who has his cock caged fucks his long lost lover who came back to him while he was already a priest. “So this is where the monk bedrooms are?” Elijah asks as I nod and knock on a door. I get a muffled reply back, and with a small, internal sigh, I move on to the next door, but that room is occupied too. My dormitory is officially packed to the rafters with timeworn Knights of Columbi, and normally I wouldn’t mind at all, except it’s looking more and more like the only empty room left is going to be the one next to mine.

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

Nicolai Moreau walked inside. I stiffened. He carried two large gift bags. His gaze briefly moved toward my son. “Congratulations, Mrs. Adams.” “T-Thank you.” He placed the bags down. “This one is from Nova.” I stared, slowly opening the bag. My eyes widened. Baby clothes. Booties. Books. Stuffed animals. Cards. Everything baby. My vision blurred. “Nova really bought all this?” “She did. She picked out everything herself. My gifts included.” I leaned my head back and turned toward the window as tears slipped down my cheeks. Even now. She was still better than me. I wiped my face.

My eyes met Lena's and her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was that had the highest bid. “Trev, what the fuck!?” Charles yelled in shock but I didn't care. There was no way I would let him go home tonight with my Lena. “We have a winner!” The woman announced as she took Lena's hand, who had a scared look on her face, and approached me with a smile. “Cash or…” “Transfer,” I replied with my eyes never leaving Lena's and when the woman had confirmed the transaction, she placed Lena's hand in mine. “Enjoy!”

We ate, Elsa and her husband had few discussions as we had our diner. I heard a knock on the room’s door, as I was seated alone in the guest room. I went to the door and my sister stood there. “Here” she said as she gave me a novel to read. I used to read novels a lot before leaving the city. But I got too occupied, I lost the zeal to read. I looked at the cover back, it wrote ‘Billy Sam’ that use to be my favorite author. I always read every book he published. I also wished to meet the author, but not anymore. I lost the spark to read.