Quick Erotica Novels & Stories

For as long as Asher Marlowe could remember, he was taught to hate and blame the Garcias for the death of his mother who he barely remembers. That didn't stop Silas Marlowe from grooming his son to be the perfect tool of revenge. As a bodyguard, Asher could infiltrate even the untouchables. When he takes a job with the Garcia's his objective is one, to ruin their lives. But that changed pretty quick when he meets the spoiled heiress, Isabella Garcia. She is everything he hates but for some reason he can't help but crave her to a point of insanity. And instead of meaning her harm, Asher will fight to protect her from everything and everyone.

My cousin, Jeffrey Coleman, whom I haven't gotten in touch with for years, suddenly shows up on my doorstep. "Chris, if I remember correctly, you have a Toyota Crown parked in your garage, right? Lend it to me as my wedding car, alright? "We're cousins, so I'll pay you 500 dollars. Aren't I generous?" The Toyota Crown Jeffrey has mentioned is an original model from the 90s. It's still coated in the same paint it was produced in. My grandpa has left it to me. Over the years, I've already sunk in more than 100 thousand dollars just to renew every part. And now, Jeffrey thinks he gets to drive the car after paying me 500 measly dollars? I turn him down tactfully. "The car's far too old, Jeffrey. I'm worried that it might break down halfway to the wedding venue and cause a delay on your big day." Unexpectedly, the moment Jeffrey gets home, he's quick to issue everyone in the family group chat e-invitations. "I've already booked the wedding car! It's a Toyota Crown that's produced in the 90s, and it's still in its original glory! This car is definitely better than Porsche and Mercedes! "On the big day, this car will be in charge of picking up the bride and groom twice! Of course, the newlyweds get to ride this car. If there are any other relatives who want to share the ride, leave a message here!" Everyone is quick to praise Jeffrey for his quick wits. To think that he's capable of borrowing something vintage from the older generation! On Jeffrey's wedding day, he shows up outside my garage with a dozen or so people. "Open up, Chris! Where's the car key? We're in a hurry, you know!" Soon, the garage door is opened from the inside. The Toyota Crown isn't there. Instead, a police cruiser is parked in its place. A traffic officer can be seen crouching on the ground while taking photos for evidence. "You guys plan on driving the Toyota Crown? Someone has reported this car for not meeting the qualifications, and that it's suspected to be used in an illegal business. I'm going to need all of you to make a trip to the police station with me." Jeffrey panics immediately. "We didn't even get to drive it yet! How is this illegal?" The traffic officer glances up at him. "The report has included tens of hundreds of conversation screenshots. You've publicly posted the routes and even invited people to ride with you in the group chat. "Please explain to me what your actions mean, if not advertising your ride to get more customers."

"How can I be mated to two creatures? Not just any, both a vampire and a wolf?." Alpha Muriel screamed at heedah in a bid to vent her pain and anger. "It's not about screaming now Riel, it's about chosing. The priestess has giving you two options, be quick to grab the best." Heedah admonished nonchalantly but there was still that hint of worry and sadness. "I feel so cursed right now. Why does it have to be me? Why does the cruelest things always befall me? I try my best to be a good leader and Alpha but all I got in return is pain." Alpha Muriel cried out.

Alpha Killian gets rejected by his fated mate Trisha causing him to wander around due to being heart broken. In his quest to heal his heart, he meets Quinn, a woman thief who is the most enchanting woman Killian has ever seen. They fall into a habit of sleeping together, but this doesn't come without a grave consequence. Trisha comes back into his life, but not as a mate, but with her own agenda. Killian gets sucked in pretty quick, falling for the fake pretense. Quinn becomes MIA, and Killian stops looking for her. A turn of events causes Killian to lose everything and Quinn, shines.

In the bustling tapestry of life, Maurvi shines as a beacon of beauty, intelligence, and boundless innocence. Her magnetic charm and warm heart make her the epitome of the ideal friend. Yet, her desire to protect her dear friend from a toxic relationship is misconstrued as jealousy, leaving Maurvi in a quandary. Enter Gautam, a dashing doctor with a quick wit and a heart of gold. Facing his own dilemma, he proposes a solution that could unravel their lives in unexpected ways. A fake relationship seems like the perfect ruse, but as they navigate this charade, lines blur, and hearts entwine. Join Maurvi and Gautam on a journey where friendship blossoms into something deeper, defying expectations and igniting a love that was always meant to be.

Jazz Duncan was a shy, loyal and forgiving yet anti-social girl who was lured into a trap by her devious cousin, the intent was to allow social media to ridicule her. She hated and feared lies and betrayal from those closest to her. Now on a new path filled with desire and sacrifice searches for her new identity in the face of questions of trust. Jack Warren, a dangerous billionaire with a dark abusive past crosses paths with her, instantly drawn to her bold bravery in the face of betrayal discovered. A situation from his past forced him into making the quick decision to pull her into a contract marriage with him. Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One…

Exotic Hotwife collection Some wives are meant to be shared, especially those married to tiny-dicked men, for there fame and wealth. They smile sweetly at dinner parties, hold their husband’s arm in public, and play the role of the perfect, loyal spouse. But deep down, they burn and crave for thick, dominant cocks, they fantasize about being used like filthy whores in front of strangers moaning, squirting, and begging while their husbands watch in humiliated silence. This is Erotic Hotwife Erotica a raw, explicit collection of stories about once-respectable wives who surrender completely to their slutty urges. In these pages, elegant, sophisticated women transform into public cumsluts. They get fucked in offices, lecture halls, luxury hotels, beaches, and high-society events. They spread their legs and take load after load while their husbands are forced to watch, stroke their pathetic cocks, and clean up the mess. The wives don’t just cheat. They perform. They beg. They squirt. They get ruined for everyone to see.

Callista Everett seems to have it all- looks, money and status. But despite her accomplishments , there's one glaring thing that she doesn't have: love and family is also a quick to point this out. When she meets Alexander Hudson, the universe seems to present a solution to both of them. Callie needs some to pretend to be her boyfriend so that her family can stop asking her why she is alone. And Xander needs someone to pretend to be his fiancee, so people stop labelling him as a player. However, the lines of 'real' and 'pretend' becomes blurry as Xander and Callie navigate the water of business, love and family. Between growing, feelings, will they still remember to play pretend.

Warning: Heavy Erotica!!! Vampire/Werewolf Julia’s beauty was a curse. Every man wanted her but only one will win her heart. Will it be: The one-night stand The one-night stand’s brother The ex turned stepbrother The student The werewolf alpha Or the vampire hunter? The choice is hers. Her mundane world collides with the supernatural by a chance encounter; her life forever changed. Ray POV “I gotta have you baby, I don’t care that our parents are getting married.” I told her. “But it’s wrong and besides, you left. You left me broken hearted and Xander was there to pick up the pieces.” Julia said to me, lips quivering. “I don’t want to be right if it means I’ll have you.” I grabbed her face and took her mouth, tasting her sweet, familiar flavor.

During the New Year’s, on the highway back home to our hometown, my younger brother pestered us to stop for a bathroom break. My mother nudged both my older sister and me. “The next rest stop is quite far from here. You should head to the washroom; otherwise, you’ll regret it later. “Be quick; don’t dilly-dally!” Just as I jumped out, my family’s car pulled away and started driving away. The temperature was close to the freezing point, but my parents left me behind at an unmanned rest stop. I could only rush over and yell after them, “Dad! Mom!”