Octavinelle Dorm Uniform Novels & Stories

To the world, Rhett Reed is the golden boy—Blackridge University’s star hockey captain and the future Alpha of the most powefuk pack in the country. But Rhett is a man living a lie. In order to protect his childhood best friend from his father’s violence, he became his worst nightmare, bullying him until he ran. Three years later, Cassian Storm is back. He isn’t the scrawny boy Rhett remembers, instead he’s cold, lethal, and has a power that could level the Blackridge bloodline. And thanks to a glitch in the university system cassian engineered, he’s Rhett’s new roommate. Cassian on the other hand has a simple plan: expose Rhett’s secrets, ruin his engagement, and watch the golden noy fall. He thought the hardest part would be the revenge but unfortunalyk, he was wrong. The hardest part is being trapped in a dorm room with a man he never thought hus heart wouid beat fot. When the mate bond between yjem click, the line between revenge and desire disappears. Rhett will do anything to keep his secret. Cassian will do anything to destroy him. But what happens when their wolves chooses each other? What happens when two enemies have to come together to protect themselves from a powet they didn’t see coming.

TITLE: TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY BLURB: 18+ | Pure Filth for Degenerate Readers Only ‼️ Proceed at Your Own Risk ‼️ This collection pulls you into the most dangerous corners of forbidden craving where every “innocent” touch turns into betrayal, every whispered command drips with guilt, and the wronger it feels, the harder they cum. Expect savage age gap dominance, brutal dirty talk, relentless breeding, messy creampies, power soaked corruption, and deliciously broken “good girls” who learn they were made to be ruined by the one man they should never crave. No vanilla. No mercy. Just raw, addictive spirals into total depravity. Each story is a complete, multi chapter filthy ride packed with slow building tension that explodes into merciless fucking secret rules that turn everyday moments into dripping need, hidden hands in risky places, and whispered ownership that leaves them aching for more. These are stories of complete surrender: flexible young athletes stretched and trained on gym benches, curious neighbors claimed on balconies, goddaughters corrupted in penthouses, innocent patients bred on exam tables, protected girls turned into mafia pets, bad girls disciplined in uniform, and office interns fucked raw over conference desks. Shy virgins become obedient cum dumps, all risking everything for the rush of being possessed and filled deep by their ultimate Daddy. Open these pages only if you’re ready to get addicted to the kind of filth you’ll never admit you love.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN. When Shemika accidentally kills her brother‑in‑law during a four‑hour, drug‑laced BDSM session on the night of her sister’s funeral, she flees and was hit by a car. The driver turns out to be the smooth‑talking ex‑convict everybody calls Bishop, manager of the ultra‑exclusive nightclub known as Wet Nights. He carries her to the club’s secret hospital beneath the dance floor for her to recover.  To dodge arrest, Shemika begs for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signs a blood‑ink contract and becomes property of Wet Nights. She was taken to the performers’ 14‑storey dorm, known as the Crimson House where all the performers (employees) at Wet Nights stays. The house is managed by the predatory house‑manager known as Sinner—he fucks every newbie in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika is bullied to parade naked through all fourteen floors, but the funny bisexual icon Jax steps in and helps her. Soon Shemika teams up with two dancers namely; Synn, the ice‑cold top performer, and Lexi, whose real purpose is finding her sister who vanished while working at the club. But some doors in Wet Nights stay locked for a reason…

My best friend and I were in relationships with the brothers from the Wilson Family, and we both got pregnant at the same time. She flaunted her relationship publicly, making everyone in Junopia know that Rick had left the monastery for her. On the other hand, I kept silent about my relationship with the heir of the Wilson Family. Thus, everyone mistakenly thought I was single. That was until my best friend saw my pregnancy report. In a fit of rage, she rallied a group of friends, stormed into my dorm, and vandalized my room with food waste. "I thought you were my best friend, and here you are, trying to steal my man," she accused. Not only did she live-stream this accusation, trying to paint me as the other woman, but she also spiked my chicken soup, hoping to get rid of my unborn child. In defiance, I poured the contaminated soup over her head. "Just so you know, Rick isn't the only Wilson brother," I retorted. Later, Rayden, the man who controlled Junopia, wrapped his arm around me and declared icily, "I've heard troubling rumors about my wife being called a mistress. We need to talk."

I am the biggest female drug lord in Riverdale, who gets shot in the head during a crackdown operation. As soon as the news breaks, the entire internet celebrates. People even crowdfund to take over a giant screen in the city square to display my obituary photo. They say I filled Riverdale with drugs and single-handedly destroyed countless families. They accuse me of leaking operation routes, causing the deaths of my ex-husband's 13 anti-drug force teammates. Hundreds of thousands sign a petition demanding my ashes be crushed and turned into tiles for public restrooms. To calm the overwhelming public anger, my ex-husband, Tyler Lowell, who is now captain of the anti-drug force, decides to launch a public hearing across the internet to livestream my entire life of alleged crimes. On the day of the trial, people thronged the city square. "A woman like her deserves to be cut up into a thousand pieces! How many families are destroyed because of the drugs she sells?" "I hear she is ruthless. She would even stoop to making a three-year-old do her bidding. She is inhumane!" "She got so many anti-drug officers killed. I want to see her end up in hell!" Tyler presses the start button with a blank expression. The crowd's furious curses come crashing down like waves. It is as if they want to tear me apart and condemn me forever. But in the next second, what appears on the giant screen is me in a uniform, standing under the national flag and taking a solemn oath. In that instant, the entire square falls silent.

All it toke was one night of lightning, one night of sin to build a secret that would tear two worlds apart . Ava is invisible in the halls of Sterling Corporation A cleaner. She is simply a woman with a cleaning uniform and a wedding ring she holds at heart. But when a heavy rain storm traps her at the 50th floor with her boss, the lines between duty and desire quickly catch fire and disappear. Serge Sterling is cold, powerful, arrogant and used to getting what he wants. In the pitch darkness of his office, he doesn’t see a cleaner, he sees a mystery, his goddess. That night of forbidden earth shaking passion was supposed to be a secret they both took to their graves. But secrets have a way of breathing. Of uncovering themselves in the most unexpected ways and Karma is at work this time round. Ava is married to Matthew Clarke, a man who would do anything for her. They were supposed to renew their vows in three months on their wedding anniversary but Ava is staring at a positive pregnancy test with her husband who thinks it’s a miracle. Terror breeds and tables start to shake when Matthew’s best friend just introduced his "successful older brother." Serge Sterling. And he’s not just Ava's boss, he is the man who holds the leash to Matthew’s future. He knows the baby is his. He knows Ava is trapped. And he’s about to make her a deal that will destroy everything she loves. Can Ava correct out of her past , thrive to protect her present or accept the fate that the future brings.

BLURB Ava Carter has one dream: play elite hockey. But the Falcons Academy doesn’t recruit girls. So when her twin brother Noah walks away from his scholarship, Ava makes a reckless choice. She steals his identity, his jersey, his future. Now she’s living as Noah Carter, training, competing, and sleeping in the same dorm as Kai Bennett, her brother’s ruthless rival. Kai has spent years trying to defeat Noah. Now they’re roommates. And Kai is starting to notice something is wrong. The way Noah moves. The way he looks at him. The way his pulse changes when they collide on the ice. Then there’s Liam Brooks, captain of the Eagles. Noah’s best friend. The boy who knows her better than anyone. And the only one who might recognize the truth. Caught between her brother’s rival and her brother’s best friend, Ava is playing the most dangerous game of her life. Because the more she wins on the ice, the closer she gets to losing everything: her dream, her secret, her heart. And when her helmet falls in front of a packed arena and her hair spills free… The silence is louder than any crowd. Now the whole world is watching. And no one feels more betrayed than the two boys staring at her from opposite ends of the ice.

A female student named Serena Anderson was in the middle of giving birth in a dorm bathroom at the university I worked at. But the baby had its umbilical cord wrapped around its neck, making the labor process a very dangerous one. So, I rushed over to the bathroom to help her with her delivery. But once the baby was safely delivered, Serena's roommate, Lynn Farris, was the first one to attack me. "Do you even have a conscience? You've never shown up for Serena in any way throughout her pregnancy, and yet you only show your face when she's giving birth?" Thanks to Lynn's words, I went viral on the Internet. I couldn't even defend myself against the entire Internet, so I ended up getting called a jerk boyfriend by countless people. The school board didn't want any negative impact on their reputation, so they fired me on the spot. Even my wife didn't hesitate to abandon me. When Serena woke up, she burst into tears and told everyone that I was the one who had violated her. Thanks to that, I became the most unpopular person in the city. In the end, I got executed by a few extremists in public. After I get reborn, I refuse to head over to the bathroom and assist Serena with her labor. "I'm just a campus doctor, so I can't take on a responsibility as important as this."

My father raised me on one principle: fair exchange. If I wanted anything, I had to earn it myself. Fifty cents for washing the dishes. A dollar for mopping the floor. Five dollars for a perfect score on a test. To buy the pair of white sneakers I had been dreaming of, I spent three months collecting recyclables. In that house, I lived like a pieceworker, paid by the task. It was not until my senior year of high school that everything began to crack. I collapsed during morning study, my body worn down by years of malnutrition. The doctor said I needed better nutrition. My father stood by my hospital bed and started doing the math. "Three hundred for the hospital stay. Two hundred for medication. Chester, this all goes on your tab for the future." I turned my head and saw a boy in a school uniform in the next bed. His father was feeding him spoonfuls of chicken soup, his eyes red with worry. In that moment, the world I had known for 18 years fell apart. It turned out not every child had to earn their parents' love. After I was discharged, I went home and saw the pair of designer sneakers on my brother's feet; it was worth thousands. That was when I finally woke up. I tore up the family photo and, without hesitation, applied to the college farthest from home. Ten years later, my father called me in tears. My brother had taken all his retirement savings, sold the house, and run off with his girlfriend. He was left with nothing. No home. No one. I smiled and tossed him a rag. "Want a place to stay? Sure. It's 50 cents per window. Earn your own rent."

HE’S THE FRAGILE OMEGA THE PACK WANTS TO BREAK. HE’S THE REBEL SAFETY WHO REFUSES TO LET HIM FALL. Castel “Cass” Castillo had the perfect life—until the night he walked into his dorm and found his boyfriend, the star quarterback, tangled in the sheets with his roommate. In a city of wolves, Cass is suddenly left with nothing but his pride and a target on his back. When the pack’s enforcers come looking for the runaway Castillo, he doesn’t run to his fathers. He runs to the one male he was warned to fear: Lucas “Luke” Navarro. Luke is everything the pack despises—a gritty, cynical safety who lives for the cold iron of the rink and the secrets he keeps in his shadowed apartment. He knows better than to open his door to a Castillo. He knows that harboring an omega on the run is a death sentence, especially when that omega is claimed by a rival. But when Cass leans into his palm, his skin burning against Luke’s calloused, hockey-scarred hands, the predatory instinct in Luke’s blood overrides every rule of survival. They are worlds apart—one sheltered and broken, the other hardened by the brutal reality of the ice. But in the silence of the Navarro Ridge, the line between hate and hunger blurs. As the pack hunts for blood and Brandon Cole makes his move to reclaim his prize, Luke realizes he hasn’t just taken in a roommate. He’s claimed a mate. And in a world where the cold bites, they are about to start a fire that will consume them both. BETRAYAL IS THE WOUND. OBSESSION IS THE CURE. BUT IN THE GAME OF WOLVES, WINNING MIGHT COST EVERYTHING.