Re Zero Watch Novels & Stories

⚠️WARNING This is a filthy, no-limits collection. Prepare yourself for raw and sinful content that will soak your underwears and leave you aching. These stories dive deep into dark desires including rough non-con to dubcon, forbidden claiming, age-gap seduction, group love making, degradation, public humiliation, taboo relationships, and intense multi-partner scenes. This is not a sweet romance. This is wet, boundary-pushing smut that will make you blush and squirm when no one is watching. Reader discretion is highly advised. But if you want stories that hit hard,turn you on or craves wild, intense, and deliciously wicked moments with zero apologies… Then dive in. Welcome to Wild books (Naughty collection) where good girls get claimed raw and secrets are soaked in sin. Let the depravity begin.

Commander Samson Gardner was my fiance. In his family was an iron-clad rule—no divorces. Before my brother died, his last wish was for Samson to marry me. So, even after falling in love with his childhood sweetheart, Samson still decided to marry me as promised. However, everything changed the day said childhood sweetheart destroyed the only watch my brother left me. When Samson sided with her again, I didn't argue. I simply reached out to my mentor overseas and started preparing to become a foreign correspondent. Before leaving, I gave myself ten days to put things in order. On the first day, I quietly hid the marriage application I was supposed to submit. On the third day, I turned in my resignation to the military. The day I was to leave, Samson finally remembered the watch and promised to take me to buy a new one on his next day off. Right after that, he ordered me, "Celia is inviting friends over for dinner tonight. Make sure the food is ready before you go." I agreed with a smile—and then never showed up in his world again. Afterward, Samson would stare blankly at the marriage application inside his drawer every time he saw my name in the news. There, within his drawer, were the memories of an autumn not yet fully arrived, the lover he could never win back, and the watch he could never give...

He would watch her. Knowing it wasn't time to meet again. Watching as she flourished into the witch that she was meant to be. He would be her silent support. Waiting for his moment to become much more. Until then, His love, Noémie.

Six years ago, tech titan Cassian Vale forced his terrified secretary into marriage after she witnessed him kill a man in his office. He treated her with icy cruelty until the day he discarded her. Now Vale Dynamics is weeks from total collapse. The only person who can save his empire is his ex-wife — Seraphina Laurent — the woman who vanished after signing the divorce papers and quietly built her own rival tech empire worth billions. She holds the capital, the lifesaving technology… and the one eyewitness testimony that could send him to prison. Sera offers him a deal: ninety days as her husband again — in public and in her bed — with zero mercy. This time, she makes the rules. This time, the devil will kneel.

Adela Montes It took one night. One night of a thoughtless action to irrevocably change my life. One moment, I'm at my father's house going to college and socializing. The next, I'm stuck with a MAFIA boss and his son. One who despises me with every fiber of his being. Stephano Mendoza I was beyond irritated when she interrupted. Large doe eyes, ink-black hair, and a very wide mouth. She disrupts the silence, even when she says nothing. Because it's just her personality. And I hate it. I hate her. But Vince gives zero fucks because, while one moment she's a rat's daughter, the next, she's my wife. My fucking wife.

When Brynn lands a sudden, great job at a management company in New Beerenland, she revels in the fact that she has made it. A great job means the end of all the financial atrocities: no sharing apartments, no ex-drama, no checking the menu before ordering. With the perks of managing a private management agency, she gets the occasional run-in with royalty hosting their public engagements and managing how they appear to the general republic. Enter Ryker Glucksberg, a prince who runs his eyes down all over Brynn’s body and can’t seem to keep her off his mind. They meet, and sparks fly. Brynn doesn’t believe in love. Ryker is not the prince who wants to settle down. And then zero in on the institution that will do everything in its power to keep them apart or bring them together?

Anastasia just wanted to finish highschool so she could breathe. Everyone bullied her and she was used to it but then there was one person that took it upon himself to remind her each day she was an ugly freak. Vincent made it his life mission to taunt and bully her each day. She hated it but couldn't say anything about it because she didn't want to get into more trouble. It gets more intense when Vincent's rival Caleb picks interest on Anastasia and Vincent wasn't going to sit and watch someone trample over him. Anastasia was caught up in the middle of the rival she wanted nothing to do with. Extract from the story **" "You are mine to play with and I won't stand and watch someone take you from me."Vincent hissed at me before shoving me and walking away.

“You stare like you’re trying to memorize me,” she murmured quietly, without looking up. He stepped closer, voice rough. “I already have. Every inch. Every sigh. But I still feel like I’m starving for you.” He walked up behind her. His fingers trail over her collarbone, slow, reverent. She shivers. “You shouldn’t touch me like that,” she whispered. “Say stop, and I will. But don’t lie.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. Her breath hitched. “This… this is dangerous.” He murmured, “You’re the most dangerous thing in my life. I’ve killed men with steadier hands than I have when I’m near you.” She turned to face him, their eyes locked. One look—everything trembled between them. “Let me ruin every thought you have of gentleness, Inayat. Let me be the fire you crave but don’t dare name.” He lifted her, gently, set her on the table beside the couch. His hands lingered on her thighs, the tension coiling like smoke in the air. He whispered, “You asked me once why I watch you like I might break. It’s because loving you has become my most violent instinct.” *** When King Agnil is betrayed and slain by his own commander, Samarth, his kingdom falls into chaos—and his daughter, Inayat, becomes the obsession of the man who murdered her father. Years later, the exiled prince, Ayman, returns to reclaim the throne. His plan? Use Samarth’s sister as a weapon of revenge. But as vengeance tangles with emotion, Ayman finds himself torn between justice and the forbidden pull of love. Can he destroy the man who stole everything—without losing the girl who might save him?

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

I could see the countdown above a person’s head when they had already decided to leave their partner. The day my father’s countdown hit zero, he slapped a lawyer’s letter on the breakfast table and walked out on my mother and me. The day my best friend’s countdown hit zero, she finally threw her parasite of a boyfriend out of her apartment and changed the locks before sunset. That was why I’d always been terrified of seeing a countdown above my fiancé, Lucian Bellandi. Luckily, for seven years by his side, the space above his head had stayed clean. Lucian was the youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he saved every soft part of himself for me. Until last month, when he picked me up after a family auction. I looked up and saw blood-red numbers stabbing into my eyes. [702 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes.] Less than two years. My heart tightened like a cold hand had closed around it. I started searching for an answer like a woman losing her mind. Had I done something wrong? Then, during a blizzard by the lake, we ran into Mia Crane at the back entrance of the Bellandi Hotel. Lucian had just brought her into his charity foundation as a new assistant. Snow clung to her hair and lashes. She was shivering from head to toe, but her smile was bright and painfully innocent. Lucian pulled a black silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to her. His face was calm. There was nothing openly improper in the gesture. But in that exact second, the countdown above his head jumped. [327 days, 4 hours, 47 minutes.] More than three hundred days, gone. And I knew I had found the reason.