Pure Vanilla Cookie Lore Novels & Stories

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

This is a raw, hardcore LGBTQ+ erotica collection, packed full with relentless power play and savage BDSM scenes. There will be dirty, aching scenes, so explicit that they will leave your hot sex throbbing, begging and desperate for more. This collection of forbidden MxM stories delivers merciless dominance, dark intense obsession, brutal and intense BDSM. Not to forget the hardcore smut so wicked and explicit they will cause you to blush and beg all at the same time. Scenes which will push every single limit deep inside of you until the lines between pleasure and guilt blur into pure sin. Expect double the filth in this dark, taboo MxM tale with no limits, no mercy—just pure, sinful and chaotic indulgence. Prepare to ache, prepare to sin—because sin has never tasted this good.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

She was meant to sell books. Not steal a billionaire’s broken heart. Julian Blackwood is a man of power, wealth, and secrets—his name synonymous with control and cold precision. Since the death of his wife, he’s locked love away and drowned his pain in one-night distractions. No strings. No vulnerability. No heart. Then he walks into a small, struggling bookstore—and meets her. Lena Carter is soft-spoken and stubborn, running a little shop that smells like vanilla and paperbacks, where his daughter finds comfort... and where he begins to unravel. Her kindness disarms him. Her touch ignites something wild. And her innocence? It drives him insane. He tells himself it’s wrong. He’s too broken. Too dangerous. But temptation doesn't ask for permission. And once their lips meet, there’s no going back. He’s the fire she never meant to play with. She’s the quiet he never knew he craved. Together, they’ll burn down every rule they thought they had.

She’s pure, innocent and the sweetest thing in the world. He’s the devil incarnate, a mafia king with a heart so cold that it could freeze hell over. But when they meet there’s an instant spark of desire that draws them together like no other.

Lily needs to take care of her sick brother and ensure her mother keeps her job with the Hollands. Will her pure heartedness capture the heart of the brutal CEO, Damson who is desperate to claim his position officially as the CEO of Holland's Empire?

Selene had always dreamed of her moonlit ceremony—the moment when she and Beta Caden would publicly declare their bond before the pack. But fate had other plans. Betrayed in front of everyone, rejected for another, and cast aside like an afterthought, she barely had time to grieve before darkness swallowed her world. But rejection was only the beginning. Attacked, hunted, and left to die, Selene awakens to a truth buried deep in werewolf lore—she is no ordinary wolf. Marked by the ancient Spirit Wolf, she possesses a power that hasn't surfaced in centuries, one that threatens to shake the foundations of the packs. And when Rowan, a mysterious rogue with ties to a forgotten legacy, pulls her from the brink of death, Selene must decide—will she run from the power that calls to her, or will she rise and claim her destiny? Caden may have discarded her. But now, he fears her. And with every passing moment, Selene becomes something far more powerful than he ever could have imagined. The rejected mate will return, not as the broken girl they left behind—but as their greatest threat.

The Pure Souls, The Morally Greys, and The Villains. Serephine’s only task was to hunt the Pure Souls among the mortals and siphon their energy to expand the Demon Lord’s army. But when she mistakenly harvests the corrupt soul of a cursed, brooding Alpha named Chase, the consequences are catastrophic. Kicked out of her home—The Ninth Hell—Serephine is exiled to Chase’s pack with one mission: reverse her mistake or remain a mortal forever. Upon her arrival in the human world, Serephine is met with a brutal reality. Stripped of her powers and left in a broken mortal form, she begins to question everything she once knew. What was supposed to be a journey of atonement spiraled into a whirlwind romance, forcing the cursed Alpha and the fallen demon to cross boundaries that threaten to shatter them both. In a world of fated mates and accident curses, can a demon find redemption in the arms of the man she was sent to destroy?

*** Please note that this book is based on characters from my completed novel, Sinfully Yours, exclusively available on GoodNovel. However, you do not need to have read it to read this book.*** I have hated the Morettis ever since I was old enough to understand how the cookie crumbles. They are the sole reason why my life turned out this way. Alone. Unloved. Abused. Broken. Now I'm out to ruin their lives like they have mine. I've researched them for years, and now I'm finally getting my shot. There is one problem, though. The Moretti triplets are more than what I bargained for. My plan was to reel them in one by one, seduce them if I had to, and then destroy them. I wanted to take away everything they've worked for, strip them bare, and leave them to the vultures. Their parents destroyed mine, so I wanted to destroy their precious offspring, let them taste even just a tidbit of the disappointment I have experienced since I was born. When I weasel myself into their lives, I didn't expect them to be so enigmatic and electrifying. They take up all the air when they are in the vicinity, and I am choking, struggling to remember what my goal is. Will I be successful in my quest for vengeance? Or will I crumble under their hazel eyes and give up the one thing I had that is mine? My soul.

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."