Sentences That Don T Make Sense Novels & Stories

"Turn," he growls, and I can see that he's barely containing himself. I immediately face the wall and wait for the next command. It feels dirty, like I'm his sex toy, but I love it. "Hands on the wall, feet apart," he says. He kicks my feet apart at the same time as he gives the demand, just as impatient as I am. He pulls out my hips so I'm leaning forward, then smacks my ass. He groans deeply in his throat and says, "Seeing your ass jiggle under my hand is f-cking beautiful." I'm squirming, wishing I could put my legs back together to get some friction. "Please Cass, I need it," I whine in a voice that doesn't sound like my own. "You know I can't resist when you beg, my angel," he prai

Don’t Stop, Daddy An addictive dark erotic romance of secrets, power, and forbidden desire. Sierra Blake was always the good girl. The obedient daughter. The quiet one who never crossed the line. But when she returns home from college, everything changes because her stepfather, Damien Steele, sees her differently now. And the worst part? She wants him to. Damien is powerful, dominant, and dangerously off limits. Married to her mother. Her protector. Her sin. He shouldn’t look at her like that, speak to her like that, touch her like that. But when he does, Sierra can’t bring herself to stop him. What begins as a game of stolen glances q

"Holy Shit. When did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. "Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thighs clenched together; I didn't know how I suddenly said that out. "Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach. It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. "Then I want to be ruined only by your cock." My eyes grow in size at my own w

She was supposed to die. She didn’t. Now she’s coming back for everything. Elara Cade thought love could survive anything—until her husband proved her wrong in the most brutal way. Betrayed. Broken. Pushed off a cliff with their three-year-old son. One survived. Barely. Now voiceless and scarred, Elara wakes in a hospital with no child, no identity, and no answers. But a stranger with stormy eyes and a name like a warning—Damien Rhys—refuses to let her slip into oblivion. He saved her life. But Elara? She’ll take what’s left of it and set the past on fire. Ashes Don’t Bleed is a searing tale of vengeance, rebirth, and the quiet rage of a woman who refuses to stay buried.

Thirteen men dead within the span of two years. All victims are rich, old and dirty. Authority has no idea who the killer is. But there's only one thing they know. The killer is a woman.

My younger sister, Natasha Carter, is three months pregnant when she is delivered to a group of rich scions, who decide to play a special game with her that involves guessing her baby's gender. Unable to escape from them, poor Natasha chooses to commit suicide after suffering from a mental breakdown. Her naked body is later on discovered lying in a puddle of her own blood. I'm enraged, to say the least. My wife, Josephine Floyd, is equally furious, too. She claims that she will seek justice on Natasha's behalf. But when her childhood friend, Jacob Keller, flaunts the fact that he's the mastermind of that game, Josephine changes her tune instantly and advises me to be more gracious. "Jaco

••• It was all about a conflicted arranged marriage. Violet Hearhenway, married Ramon Fridling who was once married to her late sister. But she wasn't asked to marry Ramon for no reason, or just for the fact that her elder sister was once married to this family. She was asked to marry him because she had to complete what her elder sister could not complete. But she falls.. She falls in the path of her elder sister.. The path of love She grows to love her husband, only to find out that he is more to her... He is her fated partner from the time of creation. When she finds out all of that, she backs out of her initial plan... She decides to love her husband with all of

“I'm pregnant and it's for you.” Her eyes were shut as she finally made the statement. Cold air descended in the room as she opened her eyes to stare at Jack who was looking at her dead in the eyes. “What?” He finally asked after staring at her and she gulped before responding. “I'm pregnant." She replied, more boldly. “Over a month gone.” She added and she noticed his jaw tighten. His face hardened, making her more nervous. Sighing loudly, he took his hand to his hair and racked his hand through it. “Has the doctor confirmed it?" He asked, refusing to believe that she was truly pregnant. “I want to be in my child's life.” he stated lowly and she turned sharply to stare at him li

Forbidden romance, age gap, religious guilt, obsessive/possessive MMC, manipulation, stalking tendencies, explicit sexual content, emotional trauma, toxic relationships, violence, threats, alcohol abuse, and themes of shame and obsession. ******************************* She almost died the night she met him. Once upon a time, Penelope Green lived for chaos—liquor burning down her throat, flashing club lights, and nights she could barely remember. But after surviving a horrific car accident that should have killed her, she gave her life to God instead. Now twenty-three, Penelope spends her days hidden behind church walls, caring for abandoned children and trying to bury the woma

Twenty years passed. I thought I had finally raised him to be a good person. But I was wrong. "I just sprayed the sweet smell you like, brother," he said. It was a strong, heavy smell. It made my whole body feel weak and my mind go blank. This was not just a nice smell. It was the scent of a dominant Alpha. "You must be tired from your meetings today," he said. "Come here, I will give you a massage." His hands moved from my face to my chest, and then further down my body. This was not a normal massage. This was the start of something romantic. "You really do not have to do this..." I said. "But I am your younger brother," he replied. He was covering me in his sc