Scandalous Books Novels & Stories

The onlookers looked at me in shock, as if they hadn’t expected the supposed villain to be the one who called the police. The officer turned to me. "What happened?" I pointed at Joanna. "Someone’s causing a medical scandal here." "She’s talking nonsense! She has no medical ethics and illegally harmed two patients!" "It concerns two families. This is a major medical scandal! This unscrupulous doctor should be arrested!" The officer frowned and looked at me. "What's going on?" "I know what's going on!" A weak elderly voice rang out. Everyone turned to see a gray-haired elderly woman slowly walking over.

"Why are you silent Madam, are you afraid that your husband will find out about the scandal you created." "Damn, you slut! You've been enjoying scandals with my husband for years and now you can't accept it if he finally chooses you. You can't threaten me with a video like that. I'll sue you for defamation!" I threatened and she laughed loudly. "Radella, please sue me and your video will be spread widely. I also want to see who this handsome man is that makes you so satisfied. Maybe he's better than Louis, right, hahaha?"

It seemed something in that reply had set him off, and he fired back with another long comment. [Rumors? Are you kidding me? I've seen it with my own eyes. She hooked up with someone in broad daylight. Didn't even bother going to a hotel—they just went at it in a corner. She only fools the freshmen with her innocent act. Everyone knows her scholarship and outstanding student titles were earned by improper means.] My hands trembled as I read the comment. The phone slipped out of my grasp and hit the floor. "Yvette, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," my roommate asked, picking up my phone. Her eyes scanned the screen before she gasped.

Just when I thought things could temporarily come to an end, a new crisis swept in as I had never expected. That very night, a maliciously edited video began spreading wildly online. In the video, I looked ferocious, forcibly pouring an unidentified liquid into the mouth of a pitiful pregnant woman. The pregnant woman struggled desperately, only to be violently dragged by me into a dark room. The video was paired with a headline: [Shocking Scandal! Renowned OB-GYN, Saint World’s Quinn Carter Forces Pregnant Woman to Drink Talisman Water—Brutal Methods, Total Collapse of Medical Ethics!]

Not publicly. The idea of a misstep, of error, of perceived weakness, was unacceptable. Even a shadow of it could be exploited. She had built her life, her reputation, and her influence around control, precision, and the silent but ever-present understanding that any crack in the facade would be noticed, and punished. And this scandal? It wasn’t a whispered rumor, easily contained or dismissed in the quiet corners of boardrooms or whispered over coffee in hushed tones. No. This had already spread beyond containment.

She signed hundreds of books at glamorous events, posing for photos with fans who eagerly devoured every scandalous page. "Wife of fashion mogul Jax Romano, Emilia Romano releases her explosive debut novel. If you're in for hot and spicy, this new release is definitely for you…" The morning news anchor leaned toward the camera with a grin as video of Emilia posing with her book Guilty Pleasure played on screens across the country. "Sources say the book is inspired by the glamorous and scandalous world of high society and power." "Early readers are calling Guilty Pleasure an addictive ride through hidden desire, wild fantasies, and raw pleasure. One reviewer said it's 'the kind of book that l

The first stop was the library. Srisha leaned over the counter, her raincoat gaping open to reveal her ass clung to her like a second skin. The librarian, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, swallowed hard as she whispered her request. "Looking for something... 'thick' and 'hard'," she purred, her breath hot on his cheek. He stumbled over his words, his eyes flickering between her face and her body. She smiled, knowing she had him. She then moved to the science building. She sat on a table where she could control the sight of her skin, exposing more and holding it just out of reach.

Humans had banned books from their own schools for lesser reasons. I got up from the desk and poured myself another drink, making my way over to the tall mantle above the fireplace, gazing into the glowing embers of the dying fire and lost in my questions. Had it been too far to ban Nyllan’s first book? The one that bore the seedling? That first research had marked the start of Nyllan’s career and his potential as an herbalist. Was that too extreme? The contents of his second book were controversial, breaching ethics on many fronts. The contents of his last book–the true fourth volume–were never circulated, but immediately condemned. And since the reality of a third volume was never confirme

I hope this scandal goes away. Later that day, I received the worst news in the world. "You can't. Please, I've already finished the book. You can't just do this cause of a damn scandal." I was crying. "I'm sorry, Sophia. No one wants to read your books now that you've become a pornstar. That's what they say at least. I can't keep publishing your books." With that said she left. I let a loud scream and destroyed everything in my path. Lance came running and stopped me from destroying my house more.

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.