Online Fan Fiction

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, consensual sex, dirty talks, and adult themes. Intended for readers 18+ only. Desire doesn’t look the same for everyone, and this collection celebrates every intoxicating form it takes. From stolen touches that linger too long, to late-night fantasies that refuse to stay quiet, Naughty Dripping Desires is an unapologetically sensual erotica collection filled with passion, power, and irresistible tension. Each story explores craving, connection, and the delicious loss of control that comes when boundaries blur and bodies answer before minds can catch up. This is an inclusive collection for everyone—curvy queens, chubby goddesses, men loving men, women loving women, and every beautiful way desire shows up. No judgment, just heat… and maybe a few moments where you’ll have to fan yourself and pretend you’re not smiling like you just got caught reading something very, very naughty. Enter at your own risk. Once you start, stopping won’t be easy. So, enjoyyyyyyyyyy.

One night, as I was making my way to the bathroom around 3 a.m., I saw my dormmate, Yvonne, squatting in front of our door. She was rearranging all our shoes so that their tips were pointed inward. I thought it was funny, so I rearranged them to have their tips pointed outward. The next day, I found that all of them had been positioned inward again. This kept happening for a week, and I continued to scramble things up, hiding the shoes, even, or tying the shoelaces together. But they always ended up being repositioned neatly inward. I started observing my dormmate and found her mumbling to the shoes while squatting at the door. I ranted about it online, only to have my first reply send chills down my spine. [Do you also get the weird feeling that something paranormal is happening around you? You have to move out before it’s too late!]

Tubuh Aluna rasanya gemetar jika dia harus menyetujui ajakan tuan Bara. Ingin rasanya dia menangis dengan pekerjaannya saat ini. Namun, harus bagaimana lagi ini adalah jalan satunya dia menafkahi ibu dan adiknya yang masih sekolah. Ayah Aluna sebelum meninggal banyak utang ke rentenir lima puluh juta. Bukanya memberikan warisan yang banyak melainkan hutang besar. Semasa hidupnya ayahnya orang yang gemar main judi online, mabuk-mabukan. Miris melihat kenyataan kehidupan Aluna saat ini. Siapa sangka gara-gara tawaran dua ratus juta dia bertemu dan menikah dengan gus Dzaki yang cuek dan dingin. Akankah masa lalu Aluna akan terbongkar di lingkungan pondok pesantren sebagai mantan kupu-kupu malam? Sedangkan selama menikah dengan gus Dzaki Aluna masih berhubungan dengan mama Chan.

What can you do about money and fame? Hattie Scott is a stunning supermodel, and as a result, she enjoys a great deal of notoriety all over the world. In spite of the gossip that she is having an affair with the handsome billionaire named Inigo Dusk Thompson, everyone praised her name. The controversy surrounding Hattie Scott and the billionaire to whom she was linked helped propel her to the position of most popular trending model after it was widely reported on throughout the internet. She worked herself up into a rage, but at the same time, she did not feel any remorse for the actions she had taken earlier that evening. Inigo Dusk Thompson is a young successful businessman. After the postponement of his wedding, which was caused by issues that were widely discussed online, he became unfeeling and indifferent toward everyone else. What will take place in the event that Hattie and Inigo's paths converge once more? Will Inigo be able to exact his revenge on Hattie, or will she be able to escape it?

"Host me for a night" is a heartwarming and emotional novel that follows the journey of a woman named Samantha who is struggling to pick up the pieces of her life after her marriage falls apart. In her desperation to find a new home, Samantha turns to the kindness of strangers through an online platform that connects people willing to host others for a night. As she navigates through the various homes she stays in, Samantha learns valuable lessons about trust, forgiveness, and the resilience of the human spirit. Along the way, she forms deep connections with the people she meets, from a kind elderly couple to a single father struggling to balance work and parenthood. Through the ups and downs of her journey, Samantha begins to rediscover herself and her passions, and finds the strength to move forward and create a new life for herself and her children. "Host me for a night" is a story about the power of human connection, the importance of community, and the beauty that can be found in unexpected places.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Gabe Hunter, CEO of one of the biggest Advertisement agents in the US, a family run business. He is , rich and arrogant. The kind of man most women swoon over, but Aubrey Winters isn't most women. She disliked him the moment they met, and she doesn't care that he is the CEO of where she works. He isn't her biggest fan either because she isn't like other women. She is fiesty, confident and independent. Gabe is used to people doing as they tell him, something it isn't so easy when it comes to Aubrey. But what does it matter, right? They don't see each other often, and that is how she likes it, so when Gabe decided to take the lead on a new project, a project that Aubrey has been chosen to work on, she soon finds herself spending more time with him than she would like. Aubrey soon finds herself clashing with the CEO. Will their time together make them dislike each other more, or will the time they have to spend together change things? Is their hatred for each other honest or masking something else, something stronger...

Cette histoire est le tome 2. Vous pouvez retrouver le Tome 1, Regarde-Moi. Au cœur du Grand Hôtel Vesuvio, Ava, l'épouse du redoutable Vincenzo De Luca, est prisonnière d'une solitude opulente. Un mois d'exil volontaire, suite à une humiliation insoutenable, et toujours ce silence assourdissant de son mari. Lui, Vincenzo, fier magnat napolitain, refuse de céder, même si son empire et son âme sont en lambeaux depuis son départ. Les rues de Naples bruissent déjà des rumeurs de leur rupture, mais ce que ni Ava ni Vincenzo ne savent, c'est que des ombres bien plus sombres s'étendent sur le clan. Cargaisons disparues, trahisons chuchotées... l'empire De Luca vacille. Ava percera-t-elle le mystère du mutisme de Vincenzo avant que l'orgueil et les secrets sanglants de la mafia n'achèvent un amour déjà brisé ? Et si la plus grande menace ne venait pas de l'extérieur, mais d'une trahison intime qui pourrait faire s'écrouler tout un héritage ? Avertissement : Ce roman s'adresse exclusivement à un public majeur et averti. Il contient des descriptions explicites pouvant heurter la sensibilité de certaines personnes, notamment des scènes de violence physique et psychologique, de consommation de drogue et d'alcool, ainsi que des scènes à caractère sexuel. La lecture de ce contenu est déconseillée aux personnes mineures ou sensibles à ces thématiques. Note de l'autrice Cette œuvre est une fiction entièrement originale. Toute ressemblance avec des personnes existantes, des événements réels, ou d'autres histoires de fiction, publiées ou non, serait purement fortuite. Si certains thèmes ou archétypes peuvent évoquer d'autres œuvres du genre romantico-érotique, l'univers, les personnages et les intrigues de ce récit sont le fruit de l'imagination de l'autrice.

Gaea used to believe in love—the kind she wrote about so effortlessly. But after heartbreak silenced her heart, it also silenced her words. Three months. Not a single story. Not a single spark. Now, with a week left before she loses everything, desperation drives her to chase inspiration in the last place she ever imagined—a world of flashing lights, strangers, and dangerous possibilities. Then she sees him. A man who doesn’t just walk into the room—he owns it. And with one glance, he becomes the story she’s been waiting for. Bold and reckless, Gaea makes a choice that could change everything: she asks him to be part of her book. He says yes. But his condition? She has to give herself in return. What starts as a deal for inspiration quickly becomes something far more complicated—blurring the lines between fiction and reality, control and desire, ambition and emotion. As the story unfolds, so does something neither of them expected. But when the final page is written… Will it all end like a story should? Or will Gaea find herself trapped in one she can’t walk away from?

I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth. Spoiler: she didn't. She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment. Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal? Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up. And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready. She got a text from me: [Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]