Pmo Addiction Novels & Stories

Il était mon compagnon prédestiné… jusqu’à ce qu’il me vende pour une couronne. Adrian Hayden, le fils de l’Alpha, a préféré une princesse à moi et a brisé mon âme par son rejet. Mais sa cruauté ne s’est pas arrêtée là : il a accusé mon père de trahison et m’a liée à lui par un contrat humiliant qui fait de moi sa maîtresse en secret et sa prisonnière en vérité. J’ai juré que je ne laisserais jamais un autre homme me posséder. Puis je les ai rencontrés. Cassian et Caius Everhart : dangereux, magnétiques et totalement intouchables. Princes jumeaux. Les futurs beaux-frères de mon ennemi. Ma rébellion d’un soir s’est transformée en une addiction ardente qu’aucun de nous ne peut nier. Ils devraient me haïr. Ils devraient me détruire. Mais leur contact est à la fois ruine et salut, et bientôt, ils me désirent autant que je les désire. Maintenant, je suis coincée entre trois hommes qui pourraient me détruire : L’un qui m’a trahie. Deux qui pourraient me sauver. Et une guerre qui me fera choisir entre la vengeance et l'amour plus brûlant que le destin lui-même. La vengeance est douce… mais la passion interdite peut être mortelle.

EYES OF THE ALPHA Synopsis Cindy has never existed outside of being watched. In a modern city where supernatural power is fueled by public attention, she has built her entire life on visibility. Her relationship with Kenny, a dominant alpha werewolf whose strength depends on fear and admiration, looks perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors it is controlled, suffocating, and slowly hollowing her out. Everything shifts when she meets Michael, a beta werewolf who exists completely outside the system she has devoted herself to. He cannot be impressed by her influence or moved by her performance. He sees straight through her and what unsettles her most is that she doesn't want him to stop looking. But wanting Michael means confronting everything she has refused to face. Kenny's grip on her identity. Her own addiction to validation. The difference between being desired and being loved. When Michael returns transformed into a hybrid alpha carrying power that breaks every rule of their world, the personal becomes catastrophic. Ancient vampire Dain arrives in the city not to rule the supernatural order but to destroy it entirely. He understands Cindy's psychology with a precision that feels less like perception and more like a weapon, and he is not subtle about using it. Caught between Kenny's possession, Michael's truth, and Dain's corruption, Cindy watches the system she built her worth on collapse around her. When the attention finally goes dark and no one is watching anymore, she is left with the only question that has ever mattered. Who is she underneath all of it? EYES OF THE ALPHA is an original dark romance novel exploring identity, emotional abuse, and what it truly costs a woman to choose herself. Rated 18+.

I should’ve known better than to fall for Drake Peterson— my boss, my secret, my addiction, and the only man who could ruin me with a whisper. For two forbidden years, I lived a life no one knew about. By day, I was his perfect secretary. By night, I was the woman he kept hidden in his arms, tangled in his sheets, and locked behind a contract that said I would never expect more. I lied. To him. To myself. To the shattered girl staring back at me every morning. Because I did fall for him—hopelessly, stupidly, completely. And then he destroyed me. With one cold conversation, he terminated our arrangement, handed me a monstrous payout, and told me to walk away like I meant nothing. No explanation. No softness. Just an order: “This is the end, Sabrina.” So I erased him. Deleted my social media. Vanished from New York. And used the money he gave me to build something new— Mendoza Luxe, the jewelry empire that turned me into the woman he never thought I could become. I told myself I was over him. Until the day I ran into an old coworker… and learned the truth I was never meant to hear: Drake is bankrupt. He never married his fiancée. And everything he threw away—including me— he did to protect my life. Now the man who once owned every breath I took is falling from the top… and fate is dragging us back into the same fire that burned us alive. Old desire doesn’t fade. Old wounds don’t heal. Old enemies don’t forget. I survived Drake Peterson once. The question is— can we survive the truth that tore us apart?

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."

[WARNING 18+] This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression. [TROPES] Billionaire. Revenge. Second Chance. Escape while pregnant. - When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner. Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her—a child Zeath didn’t deserve. She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath’s only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more? >>>>> “Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, or even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.” “We?” I croak out. Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better. “Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”

it's started because of my addiction but it turned into love making. Yes, a love making. the way we touch each other, the way we look at each other, the way we feel each other. it's shows how much we are in love. it's was my wish but it's turn out into desire to become each other. today we not only make love but also touch each other's soul. He claims me gently with love and respect. after a long love making he lay beside me and took her in his arms. we both were still lost in each other and after some time I slept peacefully in each his arms. . Next day I decided to confess my feeling with him but everything changed. I am madly in love with him, a while before I decided to confess what I fell for him… I love him so much that I can die for him. And you know what I am dying not for him.. but because of him. He is pointing his gun toward me. At the center of my forehead. I am in shock. Everything has changed a couple of time. The person with whom I wanted to spend my whole life, wants to kill me. I am speechless, I don't know what to say , I am staring at him with teary eyes asking him why he did this to me.. To which he replies.. "I HATE YOU" . I don't know how to react. As soon as I respond a bullet strikes me. I fell on the ground whispering my last words "I LOVE YOU SID" . But wait.. This is not ending.. It's just the beginning of our story. A love story of hate..

'THE BIG FOUR': Steven Chase Baron Sage Iphan Carter Kane Richmond A group of gangsters who for their own interests, build up a conglomerate with the label, 'X-HABIT'. Their activities are no different from vices, but their main aim is to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. Betrayed by one of them, the conglomerate fades into fragments of two: X-HABIT and ICE, syndicates of their own, tugging at each other's throats. Steven's regime faces out, but he leaves behind an heir, who continues the game: shuffling, dealing and cutting cards, playing tit for tat. The heir? He's Adrian Chase. A drop dead gorgeous billionaire, an Adonis and New York's shaker. Out of the blue comes 'THE MEN', a rival who watches Adrian keenly and has eyes on everything he's got. This only lengthens the saga, creating another pile of screwed up shit. Aside from Adrian's lethal life, he's got an allergy - WOMEN. Only a quartet add up to his living: his daughter, his step sister, his step mother and his nanny. The rest are no lesser than muddle-headed, fatuous bitches. Well, there's that 'bitch', a naive Megan Stones whose world crumbles when the cold jaws of death snatch her parents away, leaving her with a mouth to feed. She is a college drop-out who's a waitress and a washer-up by day, a stripper at night. Fate punches some buttons, Chase and Stone happen to meet. Strings are pulled and sparks fly. She quenches his allergy and ignites in him, an addiction: HERSELF. Their love story has its fair share of thorns but after many times of falling and rising, they solemnize their love in holy matrimony. After tons of games, gut flaunting and bloodbaths by these rival syndicates, X-HABIT is ascribed the glory.

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

I hired him to shatter his father's heart. He trapped me in his bed to break my rules. Isang luxury resort. Isang mamahaling singsing sa ibabaw ng mesa. At isang masakit na panloloko. Akala ni Lysandra Albrecht, sa kaniya ang singsing na iyon—isang pangako mula sa kaniyang bilyonaryong kasintahan na si Garrick. Ngunit gumuho ang lahat nang makita niya itong may pagnanasang humahalik sa legal nitong asawa. Lysandra was never his future. Siya ay nanatiling isang maruming sikreto sa dilim. Binalot ng matinding poot at uhaw sa ganti, hinukay ni Lysandra ang pinakamalaking alas ng lalaki: ang kaniyang 22-year-old na anak, si Dixon Hawthorne. Isang billionaire heir na may mapanganib na titig, lethal confidence, at matitigas na anim na hiwa ng abs na tila ginawa para sa mga makasalanang gabi. Naglapag si Lysandra ng kontrata at pera sa harap ni Dixon. Isang pekeng relasyon para durugin ang dangal ng ama nito. Ang batas niya? Strictly business. Walang totoong haplos. No kissing. Ngunit nagkamali si Lysandra ng kinalabang leon. Dixon doesn't play by the rules; he dictates them. Seductive, wild, at laging gutom sa kaniyang balat, binuwag ni Dixon ang bawat harang ni Lysandra gamit ang isang mapang-angkin at dahan-dahang dominasyon. Habang nagpapanggap na masayang pamilya ang mga magulang nito sa ibaba, nagniningas naman sa wild at walang prenong pagnanasa sina Lysandra at Dixon sa loob ng penthouse. Nang malaman ng pamilya ang nakaraan ni Lysandra at piliting ipakasal si Dixon sa iba, susuko na sana siya. Ngunit hinarangan siya ni Dixon gamit ang sports car nito, sabay kabig sa nanginginig niyang katawan dikit sa nag-aapoy nitong dibdib. "I know her past. At poprotektahan ko siya—kahit laban sa inyo." Tapos na ang laro. Dahil walang balak pakawalan ni Dixon ang kaniyang pinakamasarap na addiction mula sa kaniyang kama at kaniyang buhay.