Novella Collection Novels & Stories

I stared at the blank page for a long moment before finally writing. This collection was created for women who survived versions of themselves they thought would destroy them. Twelve pieces. Twelve conversations between softness and strength. Between grief and reinvention. Between who we were and who we became after surviving. The collection name will be revealed on February twenty-eighth. Until then… Come curious. Alvara Dane I read it twice. Then sent it to Seren. Her reply came less than a minute later. This is beautiful. I smiled softly and leaned back in the chair.

How had he managed to quietly manipulate me over these last six months? As I finished my reading, I closed my book, set it down on my lap and stared at the cover once again: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice. I looked over at the clock radio and squinted to read the time- 2:43 a.m. 'Could that be right? Had I stayed up nearly all night to finish this book?

Kamilla’s POV The sharp creak of the kitchen door hinges sliced through the heavy air like a knife, pulling me back from the haze of ecstasy that still clung to my skin. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled with the hem of my skirt, yanking it down over my thighs slick with sweat and the remnants of our forbidden release. Mr. Alfred was quicker, his strong hands already buttoning his shirt, but the room betrayed us, the musky scent of sex hung thick, mingling with the aroma of spilled coffee grounds from the broken cup shattered on the tile floor.

Chapter – 0009 Isabella POV The remote cabin was buried deep in the Wisconsin woods, snowed in and hours from any road that mattered. No signal. No soldiers. Just Lorenzo, me, and the crackling fireplace. We’d been here two days. The war back in Chicago was boiling over, but for the first time since he dragged me into this nightmare, we were… still. I stood at the kitchen counter making coffee when his arms came around me from behind.His bare chest pressed against my back, his hard cock already nestled against my ass through the thin t-shirt I’d stolen from him.

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.

My mother gestured toward the table. “Let me—” She lifted the lid. And froze. The scent filled the room almost instantly—rich, sweet, warm. Even I hadn’t expected them to smell that good. “Oh my…” she murmured. “These are beautiful.” “And they smell incredible,” Jessica added, stepping closer. She looked back at Nova, curious. “Where did you get these? I might need to order some for next week.” Nova hesitated slightly. “Actually—” “Nova made them,” I said.

“The Carnal Codex is just volume one. Tomorrow, we can begin on volume two.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Vlixyra’s face. It was going to be a very, very long assignment. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

label had not been changed. I took off my clothes and hopped into the shower. I jerked off three more times before cleaning up the mess I made and changed into new clothes. I smirked to myself, I got my prize for today. I held up what I'd taken from her house and examined it. It was a gol necklace which had an emerald gem in the shape of a dove as a pendant. It was really beautiful. I'd seen her wear this necklace almost every day and knew that she loved it. I put it to my nose and sniffed it, it smelt exactly like her. Laying on the bed, I pressed the necklace close to my chest.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

“Welcome to the center of it, Sofia. You wanted the story. Now you’re inside it.” “Fuck you,” she snarled, yanking the cuffs. Metal bit her skin. “People will look for me.” “No they won’t. Not really. You told your editor you were following a lead overseas. Off grid for weeks.” He stood up and walked over, slow. “I’ve been reading your notes. The way you wrote about those women. There was envy in it, wasn’t there? All that research... you wanted to know what it felt like to be taken. To stop pretending.”