Private Desmond Doss Novels & Stories

She died as a broken and rejected nobody,humiliated by her fated mate, disowned by her powerful family, and murdered while pregnant with a child no one wanted. But the Moon Goddess granted her a second chance: reborn into a new body with all her memories intact, stronger, deadlier, and burning with vengeance. Now, she’s Seraphina Voss, heiress to a fallen empire, hiding in plain sight as the mysterious new executive assistant to the most feared Alpha billionaire in the werewolf world: Damien Blackthorn. Cold. Ruthless. Insanely possessive. A man who takes what he wants and never asks twice. Their chemistry is nuclear, hate-laced lust that explodes into raw, filthy passion in boardrooms, private jets, and moonlit forests but Damien doesn’t know the woman he’s obsessively chasing is the same rejected mate who once carried his child… the one he failed. As old enemies rise, secrets unravel, and her belly swells with his baby once more, Seraphina must decide: Will she elope into the night with his heir and shatter his empire? Or will this second chance love consume them both in the most delicious, destructive way possible?

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.

Lena Smith, a passionate architect specializing in sustainable design, is hired by billionaire Noah Tan to create an eco-luxury resort on a private island. Despite their shared ambition, Lena’s commitment to sustainability clashes with Noah’s vision for extravagance, leading to constant tension between them. As they work closely together, both uncover deeper emotional struggles—Lena’s fear of never being taken seriously in her career and Noah’s guilt over a past business failure. Their professional conflict leads to a breaking point when Lena resigns from the project after a heated argument. However, when a rival billionaire threatens to outbid Noah for the land, he desperately calls Lena back to help save the project. Reluctantly, she agrees, and together they craft a new design that merges their visions, transforming their professional collaboration into a personal awakening. As they spend late nights together working on the resort, their growing feelings for each other culminate in a passionate kiss. Despite the success of the resort, Lena and Noah must navigate their fears and past wounds in order to embrace a future together. In the end, they learn that trust, love, and collaboration are the keys to not only their professional triumph but also to building a lasting relationship. "Blueprints of Love" is a story of love, ambition, and the power of working together to create something extraordinary.

Some pleasures are too hot for one pair of eyes. A striper does private shows in her room while a possessive CEO watches her from his window and jerks off. A married gay flght attendant teaches her coworker how to pleasure girls while snowed in an airport. One woman, three black men, four bodies turned into one trembling, wrecked, unforgettable fuck team. Let's Get Horny isn’t a book you read… it’s a book you survive. Fifty stories… ten parts each. No filters, no fade-to-black, no apology. From the first forbidden kiss to the last dripping orgasm, these horny adults narrate their filthiest, most secret moments – the ones they’d never tell a soul, but you get to devour page after page. Your fingertips will bleed from turning pages, your thighs will clamp together, your cocks would turn rock hard. But your eyes will stay wide open because closing them won’t stop the images. Warning: This collection does not hold back. If you blush easily, put it down now. If you want to feel the heat under you skin, then let's get horny.

Elea Jemima is the definition of a dedicated fangirl. A history major with a genius-level photographic memory, she prefers skipping classes to track the whereabouts of her ultimate obsessio, Drex Ethan (D.E.), the world’s most enigmatic and haughty solo idol. Drex is perfect—flawless face, melodious voice, and a cold, distant aura that only makes his fans crave him more. Desperate to catch a glimpse of him after arriving late to a signing event, Elea sneaks into his private dressing room. But instead of the handsome idol, she finds something that shatters her reality: a massive, terrifying black wolf sitting in Drex’s chair. Terrified and allergic to dog hair, Elea runs for her life. But she can’t outrun a predator. Cornered in a deserted room, she watches in horror as the beast shifts, bone by bone, into the very man she worships. Drex Ethan isn't just an idol. He is a Lycan. Now, Elea’s photographic memory has become her greatest curse. She has seen his secret, and the golden-eyed Alpha has no intention of letting her go. From superfan to a Lycan’s captive—Elea is about to learn that loving an idol can be a deadly affair.

My husband was not fully conscious from anaesthesia after waking up from surgery, and he started spouting nonsense. I laughed while recording his comical reaction, but while helping him into a chair, I paused when I heard him calling for his son. "Be a good boy, all right? Daddy is busy." My smile froze, and I was stunned. We had been DINKs for 10 years. When did he get a son? My hands trembled as I turned on his phone. It was the first time I was looking through his phone in our years of marriage. When I browsed the phone’s data, I found a private album filled with intimate photos of him with another woman and a child. It was a boy who looked very similar to him, and the timestamp on the photos indicated that the boy was three. All three of them were smiling happily, but their smiles hurt me. He had once told me with conviction that he hated kids and did not want to be tied down by family, which was why he convinced me to be a DINK. However, I now knew that he was not really sincere about being a DINK; he just did not want to have kids with me.

Maya Adams has a type… Anyone who isn’t Hunter Callum. To the rest of the world, he’s the God of Hockey..a cold, arrogant, shirtless-on-every-billboard legend. To Maya, he’s the prude, stuck-up asshole who just got her suspended from her dream job at a top New York publishing firm. When a drunken night of trash-talking Hunter at a club ends in a bloody brawl and a viral scandal, Maya wakes up in the one place she never thought she’d be…Hunter’s penthouse. Now, his agent is offering her a deal she can’t afford to refuse Play the part of the doting, supportive girlfriend for five months. Curb the temper of the league's most volatile player. Walk away with $3.5 million and her career back. The rules are simple: keep it professional in private and convincing in public. But as the "God of Hockey" starts showing Maya a side of himself the cameras never see, the lines between their contract and their chemistry begin to blur. Maya is supposed to be faking it. But Hunter? He stopped playing a game the moment he laid eyes on her. Falling for the enemy wasn't in the contract. But obsessed gods don't play by the rules.