Novella Collection Novels & Stories

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

My heels click on the polished floors, each sound reminding me of the click of that stall lock, of the sound of Liam's zipper, of my own muffled choking as he fucked my throat. My office door is straight ahead so I fumble with my keys, my fingers still shaking from adrenaline and humiliation. Inside, the familiar scent of old books and dust does little to calm my racing heart. I collapse into my leather desk chair, and My phone buzzes on the desk, Liam, no doubt, with another demand. Another pair of sneakers, maybe another watch, I ignore it for now, my eyes catching something white under my door. An envelope. Plain white, no name, no stamp. Just slid under the door. My heart pounds against

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

Elena stared at the lingerie set on her bed suspiciously. Alex, as usual wasn't in town, Ryan had returned back to school for some important tests and school work and she had been left all alone again. Which made her even suspicious of the sexy underwear set laying arranged at the feet of her bed. Who must have dropped this here when she was in the bathroom? Her phone pinged indicating a message. Elena opened it, still eyeing the bed warily. “PUT THEM ON”

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Something thick and hot and sharp enough to cut. And she was walking straight into it. --- Dominic stared at his reflection in the glass window, city lights spread behind him like a painting he couldn’t touch. What the fuck are you doing? He’d crossed a line. Not physically—but mentally? He’d leapt over it. Jasmine Cole wasn’t just some employee. She was temptation in its quietest, most dangerous form. She didn’t try. That was the worst part. She didn’t flirt. Didn’t lean over with fake accidents. She didn’t giggle or seduce.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, consensual non-consent fantasy, public sex, double penetration, loss of virginity, extremely rough sex. 18+ only. Maya had been researching Route 47 for three weeks. It started innocently enough....an overheard conversation in the college library between two girls whispering about "that bus" and "if you're brave enough" and "I heard someone actually did it." Then a late-night dive down internet rabbit holes, finding the forums, the anonymous posts, the detailed accounts.

He turned slightly in the chair. “Come here.” My stomach dropped. The room suddenly felt too warm. I already crossed the distance carefully, every polished shoe and expensive watch in the room making me painfully aware of my existence. When I stopped beside him, Maxwell finally looked up properly, eyes squinting so I could see his dark full and short lashes. The way those eyes looked up close… dark! I could smell his cologne now. Dark cedar. Something smoky underneath. The scent curled into my lungs and stayed there.

Barely. The apartment was a battlefield of petty grievances. Nova’s expensive skincare routine took over the bathroom counter like a siege. Jax left protein shaker bottles and sweaty gym towels everywhere. She blasted indie playlists at midnight when inspiration struck. He brought home a rotating cast of women and fucked them so loud the neighbors banged on the walls.

Eshal came there, scolding Madiha for troubling Iman as soon as she came. Eshal showed Iman her old room, her deceased husband's room. But just like the whole house, the room has changed alot too, nothing looked like what she left behind. Placing her suitcase beside her bed, Iman decided to freshen up first. Iman doesn't want to remember the past and get upset over it. It's been years since she last came here, she came here for Madiha's marriage and she's not gonna ruin it while thinking about past.