Novella Collection Novels & Stories

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.”

Her heels clicked against the gravel as she walked over, all smiles and manicured hands. I forced a professional nod. "We still doing the open-shelving idea, or are we changing that again?" She laughed like we were sharing a joke. "You know me. Always torn between aesthetics and storage." I didn't bother smiling back. My mind wasn't here. It was with Sara. Sara, biting her lip. Slipping into my bed in the middle of the night like she belonged there. Moaning my name like it was a prayer laced with sin.

The next day they did not separate. Debra cancelled her remaining plans. They spent the afternoon and night in her hotel suite. Between rounds of increasingly intense sex they talked about the years apart—the relationships that never measured up, the way both of them carried the unfinished thing. Steven admitted he kept every paper she ever wrote. Debra admitted she still had the copy of the novel he signed for her on graduation day. The emotional vulnerability made the physical connection deeper and more possessive.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

The ones that were built like five hundred years ago and have been passed down from generation to generation—that housed kings and queens and dukes and have massive libraries filled with expensive books and paintings that belong in museums. I didn’t even think houses like this existed in America. “Kinda small, isn’t it?” I tease. Malcolm lets out a hearty laugh and smiles at me in a way that starts my thighs tingling. “Yeah, you’re right.” He nods. “I probably couldn’t even sell it if I wanted to.” My heart starts racing as we pull up the drive, which is longer than the street I live on. Or lived on…

As she folded a lacy bra—the one Jake had bought her, saying it made her cleavage irresistible, fresh tears welled. Irresistible to who now? Packing turned mechanical, a numb rhythm to drown out the ache as she stuffed in toiletries, her laptop, and the photo album from their first road trip. But as she reached for her pillow, something fell out—a pair of Nika's panties, black lace, crumpled and stained. He kept them? Revulsion twisted her gut. She hurled them across the room, the soft fabric landing like a slap. Upstairs, the house stirred.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.