Ren Yamashiro Novels & Stories

“Forgive me, Father… for I’m about to sin again.” "Get on your knees and take my cock like it’s your only salvation. Hold it like you held your rosary tight, desperate. Suck it like it’s the only prayer left to save your filthy soul." She’s temptation wrapped in innocence. And I’m a sinner beneath this collar. ~~~~~~ When Mia Voss escapes heartbreak and moves in with her grandmother, the last thing she expects is to fall for the man behind the altar. Reverend Thorne Maddox—quiet, composed, and dangerously handsome—sees right through her walls.And she sees what he's trying to hide.Their encounters are supposed to be innocent, church duties, quiet confessions, polite conversation. But glances linger too long. Words slip too close to sin. And when she falls into his arms… it stops being holy.In a town full of watching eyes and sacred vows, desire becomes the ultimate sin. But the deeper they fall, the harder it becomes to let go. Where salvation ends… temptation begins. ❕ ❕Trigger/Content Warnings:This story contains themes of religious conflict, age gap, power imbalance, sensual scenes, and morally gray decisions. Reader discretion is advised 100% Sex ❕

The day we submitted our college applications, the school beauty, Hayley Law, suggested we all go rafting to unwind. Every single person in class raised their hand in agreement. In my previous life, as the class monitor, I did everything I could to stop them. Wild rafting was far too dangerous. Without any safety measures in place, accidents could easily happen. In the end, everyone made it back safely and got into the colleges they wanted. But before the semester even started, news came that Hayley had gone rafting alone, slipped into the water, and drowned. When Terry Vargas, my boyfriend and the most popular guy in school, heard what happened, he took the lead in organizing a memorial at sea. Then, when the waves were at their worst, he shoved me into the ocean. Later, when the police questioned them, they all told the same story as if they had planned it. "Katrina insisted on a sea burial for Hayley. During the storm, she got swept away by the waves and disappeared." They even produced fake evidence to clear Terry's name. My parents were shattered. They went to Terry again and again, desperate for the truth, but he had them set up and locked away in a mental institution, where they were tormented to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hayley first suggested the rafting trip. I stood there quietly, watching my classmates pile into the bus she had rented, heading off to that same reckless trip. This time, I would just look out for myself.

Harper's life after the death of her parents can only be described as bad at the hands of her siblings. But things seemed to change for the better for her until her mate, the future alpha of her pack, Oliver Mane, rejected her after discovering they were mates. With no other option, she leaves for the Highlands, only to find out she was pregnant with triplets for Oliver after a one-night fling. Years later, the wonderful life she had set up for herself gets destroyed by the kidnapping of her children, forcing her back to a world she had given up. In this story charged with rejection, betrayal, and second chances, how will Harper navigate this steamy problem she has found herself? How will she save her children when she doesn't even know where they are? How will she deal with those who seek to use her children for their selfish agendas? Will she be able to get there in time before she loses her children forever? And she reunites with her past love after he rejects her and tosses her out? Find out only in this book, which promises to hold you spell-bound to the very end.

A young woman showed up at my door, saying she wanted to become my wife to repay me for saving her life. She drove my younger sister out of the house and wanted to transfer the family property to her parasitic parents in my name! I immediately reported her. How could someone be so bold as to commit robbery right at my home in a society governed by law?

It was not easy for me to be home for the long holidays, but my father ordered me to do the dishes after dinner. I was taken aback. "Don't you have a caregiver at home?" My mother frowned. "It's been hard on Harry to be taking care of us every day. Since you're home, you should let him take a rest, and do all the housework." I could not understand this. "But I paid a lot of money to hire him to take care of you and the housework. Why am I doing the work I paid him to do?" My words caused Harry Lambert to tear up, and they angered my parents as well. My mother frowned. "What's the point of bringing you up when we hardly see you in a year. At least Harry is considerate enough to stay by our side and take care of us." As for my father, he pointed at my nose. "You don't need to waste your time coming back anymore. Harry will be our son from now on! You can just get out and do whatever you want!" I smiled in exasperation. Work had been extremely busy for me, but I still gave my parents a handsome monthly allowance. Even the caregiver cost a lot of money, but they ended up treating him like he was something precious. If that were the case, I would stop paying for everything. I wanted to see if the caregiver would still be willing to act as their son and work for free.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

“ Strip for me, I want to see all of you little cat? he says to me, I could see the way he already undressed me. “ I am not your little cat! I yelled back at me. “ I would really like to see how it feels having little cat scream my name and asking for more” he says. Sent out by her stepmom , impregnated by a strange man, her kids forcefully taken from her by a Mafia Queen, convicted for a crime she never committed and just when she thought it was time to get back everything that belongs to her , she got solded to the strange man who impregnated her seven years ago. Will Irene get back all that belongs to her as a sex slave? Will her buyer ever find out she they ever had kids together after their one time sex seven years ago?

"You want to suck my cock?" He grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a stroke, "Is that what you want, little wolf?" "Yes, Alpha," I didn't hesitate. My lips darted out to kiss the tip and his hips jerked involuntarily. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Let me feel those pretty lips around my cock." *** My father’s best friend should be off limits. Especially when he’s the Alpha of our pack. But after walking in on my dad and my best friend in bed, I ran straight into Alpha Lorenzo’s arms… and into a temptation I can’t resist. He’s older, and dangerous. And the one man I should never want. Yet when he touches me, every rule slipped out the window. Because the moment his lips claim mine, the truth hits hard. The Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake. Or did she?

Condemned as a witch. Thrown into a bloodsport. Hunted by beasts who want to claim, break, or kill her. Branwen Mosswood spent her life serving pints and saving every copper to escape the Walled City's cruelty. She dreamed of a quiet cottage. Freedom. Peace. Instead, she stabbed a nobleman who got too handsy... and was sentenced to the Wilder Games, a brutal forest arena where thirty "criminals" are forced to survive thirty days while being hunted by five savage shifter Warlords: 🦁 Hadrian Ironpaw - the prideful Lion King 🐺 Fenrick Bloodhowl - the feral Wolf beast 🐻 Torren Brokenbone - the berserker Bear 🐆 Zarrk Shadowprowl - the stalking Panther 🐅 Nythor Frostbite - the northern White Tiger prince If they catch her, they can claim her, body, blood, and soul. Branwen has no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She'll fight. She'll bleed. She'll unleash every forbidden spell in her bones. Because she won't just survive the Games... She'll bend the beasts to their knees Tap in! Updates multiple times weekly! This is the first in a series!

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."