Provocatively Dressed Novels & Stories

Nothing is ever going to be the same again. In a way I am glad, changes needed to be made, but for the people we have lost, there are some wounds that will never heal. My mate comes behind me and wraps me in a tight embrace. We have never been this close before. It feels like everything in the world, except the Goddess, has kept us apart. Let me step back. My name is Leah and I am the only daughter, only child of Alpha Benjamin of the Crescent Moon pack. We're a part of a cooperative pack alliance called the Concordat. I know, it's as pretentious as it sounds, note my eye roll here. All of our Elders got together years ago to come together for protection and to ensure the survival of our race. Our Concordat, yep say it as snooty as you can, was made up initially of 10 packs in the shadow of a vast mountain range. This alliance worked exactly as it was designed for about 5 generations. But the Elders became set in their ways and used to certain comforts. They stopped participating in regular pack training, only including themselves high rank training of the Alphas and Betas and begrudgingly dealt with the Lunas at the compound. Males were taught they were superior simply being male, not for any other show of merit. Women were seen, and that was only if dressed properly, and to produce strong male heirs. My father did not believe in females being lesser, so he trained me well from the time I could walk. I trained in secret, learning skills on and off the field. Let me take you on my journey through love, loss and truly knowing what it means to be a friend, lover, mate, leader and enemy.

The series follows 3 Alphas as they meet their mates in the most difficult and unpredictable way. Will they choose to protect their pack and break the matebond or will they risk it all to have it all? The story starts with Alpha Max and Raven. Book 1 of the Alliance Series Max: She has the brightest ocean blue, which is made more enchanting by her long black lashes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her button nose and defined cheekbone make her look so innocent. Her plump dark red lips are begging to be devoured. Her silky smooth long black her is tied in a high ponytail. A hint of pink reaches her cheeks and I swear I have never seen a more beautiful, alluring, and enchanting woman. She looks like something out of a dream or fairy tale. She does not belong in a place with so much violence and death. As I let my eyes roam her body, I notice she is only dressed in an oversized shirt, leaving her long-toned porcelain legs on full display. Her arms are folded in front of her chest which only pushes ups her perky tits. Her nails are digging into her forearm like she is holding herself back. She’s not the only one trying to hold back. I can see my hand wrapped around her ponytail pulling her tightly against me devouring her lips and breasts as she wraps those gorgeous porcelain legs around me so that I can plunge myself into her. I'm pulled away from my thoughts by Colton's sombre voice "Max, we are sorry we didn’t make it in time, we came as soon as we received the SOS”.

Daphne lili Thorne is nineteen and angry enough to burn the world down. When her family forces her into a marriage she never agreed to, she refuses to play the role of the quiet, grateful wife. She wasn’t raised to submit and she definitely wasn’t raised to belong to a stranger. Adrian Smith is twenty four and used to control. The marriage is nothing more than strategy to him, a move on a board he’s been winning on his whole life. Daphne is supposed to be easy,Predictable,Temporary. She isn’t. On their wedding night, Daphne points a gun at her new husband, her hands shaking but her resolve unbroken. “Put it down,” Adrian says calmly, still dressed in his wedding suit. “Go to hell,” she snaps, gripping the fabric of her dress as she keeps the gun aimed at him. She pulls the trigger. The bullet misses on purpose cutting close enough to leave his ear burning. Adrian doesn’t move. He just looks at her, something dark and dangerous flickering behind his eyes. For the first time, he realizes this marriage won’t be easy. And Daphne realizes something worse he’s not afraid of her at all. What begins as a power struggle turns into something neither of them expected. Beneath Adrian’s cruelty is a man shaped by violence and loss. Beneath Daphne’s fire is a girl who has already survived her own kind of hell. They are not meant to save each other. But somehow, they become the only thing that makes sense in a world built on control, loyalty, and blood. Because even monsters were once human. And even angels can come from broken places.

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

“You want a divorce,” he said flatly. “Yes.” “You.” He tilted his head. “The same woman who begged her father to arrange this marriage because she's completely in love with me, who has spent two years making my life…” he stopped, and rephrased “you want a divorce.” “People change.” “What scheme is this now Arabella?” I frowned. “It's not a scheme, it's a divorce, and it's very common among people who are done with a…” “Impossible.” He said it like that was the end of it, discussion over. He turned away from me and walked toward the door like I hadn't said anything at all. “Andrew!” “Get up.” He didn't turn around. “Get dressed, something presentable. We're going to the palace tonight.” “I just asked you for a divorce…” “It's a banquet.” He finally glanced back over his shoulder, and there was nothing in his expression that suggested he'd heard a single word I said about divorce. “We're meeting the King tonight. You have a few hours so I suggest you stop wasting them.” “Did you hear what I just said to you?” “Get ready, Bella.” ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ The Ruthless Lycan King isn’t just my mate. He’s my secret. I’m already married to Alpha Andrew yet every full moon, I end up in the King’s arms… feeding his curse with my blood, and my body. He needs me to survive. I need him more than I should. If my husband ever finds out, this forbidden affair will start a war.

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.

Harold missed our fifth anniversary. He said Rogues had attacked the border, and as the Alpha, he had to fight to protect the pack. However, the she-wolf who came to fetch him was dressed in a tight little dress and heels—she looked more ready for a date than a battle. Worried for Harold, I went to the Moon Goddess's altar to pray for his safety, like I always do whenever he's called to fight. However, on the way, a witch told me there was no war at the border at all. He lied to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to walk away. "I want to break my mate bond with Harold," I said. She turned the pages of an old, dusty spellbook. "Harold won't accept this. He was even willing to give up his claim to the Alpha title just to be with you." "I don't need his permission," I said. "I'm willing to pay any price." She sighed. "If your heart is truly set on leaving, I can brew a potion for you. One sip, and your scent will vanish from the pack's memory—as if you never existed. "However, think carefully. You'll lose your title as Luna, leave behind your home, your people. You'll start over somewhere new, where no one knows your name. Not even the Moon Goddess will be able to find you." I said, "I've made up my mind, I refuse to stay in a love built on lies. "How soon can I have the potion?" "Three days." Three days. Just enough time to say goodbye to everything I once called home.

“My brother would kill you, Roman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here!” He moves closer, blocking the exit. “He’s not here, and you’re not telling me to stop, Nikki. So, why don’t we stop lying to each other and admit the truth?" I glare at him. My heart’s slamming against my chest. “Which is what exactly?” A wicked smirk curves his lips. “That we want each other. Always have. No matter how badly we shouldn’t.” *** Ten years ago, I almost kissed the one guy I should’ve stayed away from, my brother’s best friend, Roman Hayes. But then he vanished from our lives and has somehow become the person my brother hates the most. I haven’t seen him in years. The last place I expect to find him is at a high-end gala where I’m meeting potential sponsors for my charity, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit and reeking of sin—and somehow, he might be the answer to all my prayers. But there’s a catch: I’m not supposed to be anywhere near him, and the moment our eyes lock, I know I’ve made the biggest mistake of my entire life. He’s my brother’s ex-best friend, after all, and there’s a spark between us that’s never been extinguished, and a truth neither of us wants to admit. But some truths are darker than I could have possibly imagined, and some games are too wicked and wild to be entertained. This man might just destroy my life in ways I never saw coming… And the worst part? I’ll enjoy every second of it.

At the family recognition banquet meant to introduce the real heiress, a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [So, the real heiress tried to get back at the fake one by stealing the engagement gift from her and the male lead and got caught red-handed.] [Even if she’s technically the fiancée, he knows who he really loves. The fake heiress is the one he actually wants.] [What fiancée? She’s just a thief. Send her back to whatever slum she crawled out of.] Dressed in a princess gown and surrounded by admirers, the fake heiress, Luna Lawson, walked up to me: “Risa, you’re finally back. Mom, Dad, and I have missed you so much. From now on, we’re a family.” I quietly kept eating my fried chicken. When Luna saw me ignore her, her eyes suddenly reddened. Then she reached into my worn backpack and pulled out a ladies’ wristwatch. “Why did you steal the engagement gift Brian gave me? I know you’re dissatisfied with me, but that doesn’t mean you can become a thief!” My fiancé, Brian Cook, looked at me with open disgust. “Return it to Luna right now, then get out of this house.” Under the scornful gazes of the guests, I pointed at the man on stage, my father, who was clinking glasses with Luna’s adoptive father, and asked in confusion. “What exactly did I steal? I’m not here for some family reunion. I just came along with my boss to grab a free meal.” The comments exploded: [This is way too awkward. She’s not the real heiress; she’s just an employee?!]

WARNING!!! This book is intended for mature audiences only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. ********************* Nia decides to give her virginity to her boyfriend Daniel as the ultimate birthday gift, a night of passion in a luxurious hotel suite, planned down to the last seductive detail. Dressed in revealing red lace lingerie, she waits eagerly, champagne in hand, heart racing with anticipation. But Daniel never shows.Bored, tipsy, and aching with unfulfilled desire, Nia mistakes the man who enters the dimly lit room for her boyfriend. In the heat of the moment, she pulls him into bed and surrenders her innocence in a night of raw, overwhelming pleasure she never imagined possible. The next morning brings devastating reality, the stranger who took her virginity isn’t Daniel. He is Raymond. Daniel's powerful, devastatingly handsome father. Horrified and consumed by guilt, Nia tries desperately to bury the memory and return to her normal life. But the magnetic pull toward Raymond proves impossible to resist. What begins as a shameful secret quickly spirals into a forbidden obsession filled with stolen, addictive encounters that leave her craving more . As the lines between lust and love blur, Nia finds herself torn between the boy she thought she loved and the man who has awakened something dangerous and irresistible within her. In a world of secrets, jealousy, and scorching passion, Nia must decide if she is willing to risk everything for her relationship, her future, and her heart for the one man she was never supposed to want. Ruined by His Father is a dark, addictive forbidden romance about one reckless night that changes everything, where innocence is lost and desire becomes the ultimate betrayal.