Short Classic Novels & Stories

Book Two of The Moon & Sun Series After everything that I have been through in my decidedly short 18 years of life, I kara Ravenfield, am determined to show them all that I can in fact do this. It's not going to be easy, there's an unknown threat looming, and I feel it in my bones that it's going to affect so much more than just the other wolf packs. There's a new unexpected title for me to bear and somehow live up to. No pressure there. More like a ton of anxiety-inducing pressure. I thought I had all figured out, thought I knew exactly what to expect...but now everything is uncertain and I'm left feeling like I'm treading water in the hopes of not drowning. The thing, or perhaps I should say things, that keeps me going is knowing that I am not doing this alone, I have support. People who have my back but give me the courage and the space to do it my own way. After all, what more can you ask for in potential mates than pure acceptance and support.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

When we were about to head to the amusement park, my Beta boyfriend, Drew, brought along a woman and her daughter. There happened to be one seat short in the car. Drew told me to get out and give my seat to the two of them. “Laura has a kid with her. Let them go first. I’ll come back for you later,” he said. I calmly stepped out and watched as the car slowly pulled away from the pack. Three hours later, they arrived at the amusement park for the fireworks and feast. When a friend asked Drew why he still hadn’t come back to get me, Drew was patiently helping Laura light a giant firework. He wasn’t in a rush at all and even said, “It’ll be fine if I pick Sienna up later. She won’t mind. I’ll coax her a bit, and she’ll stop being mad.” Anger only worked on people who cared about someone. My dad, mom, and brother never cared, and now, not even Drew cared anymore. It was time for me to leave for good.

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

“What did you expect? That I would accept you? Make you my Luna?” His mocking voice rang out, “Well, I’d suggest you wake up from that dream! A filthy omega like you would never be my mate.” ********* For twenty years, Lyra has endured cruel treatment from her pack, treated like a plague due to the wrongful accusations against her parents. The Alpha’s public humiliation and rejection was the last straw. And when Lyra tries to put an end to her misery—A mysterious stranger intervenes, helping her out. For the first time, Lyra feels safe. Wanted. Happy. But all that is short lived as she’s captured by the Alpha Ian guards and dragged to the palace. Alpha Ian wants her locked away before the Lycan king visits and he’s not giving her a choice—until a deep commanding voice echoes through the room, “Let her go!” They all drop to their knees acknowledging the Lycan king and when Lyra turns…she’s gobsmacked. Because standing before her exuding power and authority—is the man who saved her. The mysterious stranger….is the Lycan King

He crossed the room in four strides and stopped just short of touching her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his chest. His eyes were dark, searching her face with something that looked almost like panic underneath the control. "I know what this is," he said quietly. "Then tell me." His jaw tightened. "If I touch you right now—" "Abel." "—I won't stop.” She walked away from her father's legacy, from power and fear and the Lycan name, for one thing — love. And for three years, Ronan gave her exactly that. Or so she believed. Betrayed, broken and left with nothing but her pride, Vanessa walks out. But fate has a cruel sense of humor — she walks straight into the path of Abel's car, and wakes up remembering only her name. Now she's a maid in a stranger's pack. The stranger who hit her. The stranger who knows exactly who she is and wants nothing to do with it. The stranger who can't stop watching her.

Ollie Clan was a broke college student with absolutely nothing to her name but debt. With bills just piling on her shoulders and life throwing curveballs in her face everywhere she turned, she had no choice but to grasp the lifeline her roommate proposes, take a job at the Werewolf-Human Integration Association or suffer. Werewolves were a common species Ollie never wanted to get caught dead with. They were abrasive, brutal and territorial. Even with that knowledge, Ollie wasn't ready in any way for her client, Ivailo Bridge. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Ivailo was about to burn her from the inside out with his callous attitude. If the definition of insufferable needed a representation, it would be Ivailo Bridge and he wasn't about to make her job easy. It wasn't a secret anywhere in the pack. Ivailo hated every snivelling human in existence and he was about to make it known to the supposed nanny without fail. Ollie was about to learn that werewolves weren't anything like humans. They were nothing short of instinct-borne animals with sharp teeth that bites and claws that have known war. They have never known mercy, not even to their mates.

I'm supposed to be Kyle Thornwood's Luna. But for the past five years, he has abandoned 52 of our marking ceremonies, proving to the Moon Goddess that he doesn't deserve me. The first time, Elara Bennett—the Omega he took in—gets lost during a hunt. He cuts the ceremony short to find her, leaving me alone on the ritual altar while our bond unravels into nothing. The second time, right in the middle of negotiations with a rival pack, he senses through the mind-link that someone is bothering Elara. He drops everything and runs back, leaving me to face a room full of hostile wolves alone. After that, it doesn't matter which full moon I choose. Elara always has some crisis that needs him. She gets hurt during training, other wolves pick on her, or she has a bad dream. Eventually, something inside me breaks. I decide to sever this so-called destined mate bond for good. The day I leave the Graywolf pack, Kyle loses it completely. He tracks my scent everywhere, clinging to whatever is left of our connection.

“I didn’t force myself on you, you make it sound like…” “Yes, you did Eric. My body might have been willing, but you know my mind wasn’t, yet you still took me.” She accused. Cat short for Katherine has been Eric's lover! Because honestly she didn't see herself as more and she had finally had enough, she wants more! Eric has been so busy with work and is forever traveling, it's got so bad lately. Cat really feels like she is losing him. She hardly sees him .... Making Cat believe he is getting bored with her. Had she gone past her used by date. So to protect herself from heartache Cat decides to rip the bandaid off first. She tries to end things with him. Eric being the man he is doesn't see the need to end anything. Wants the easy sex she was sure. Even though their encounter had been the longest he had had with any woman.

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when I got a call from his teacher. “Mrs. Corleone, you don’t need to come. Your husband — the one who’s been missing for five years — just picked up your son from school.” My chest tightened with unease, and I quickly corrected her. “Teacher, you must be mistaken. My boy's dad in Sicily on business. Where is this ‘other husband’ coming from?” After a short pause on the phone, the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Corleone said you don’t have to lie. He said he won’t kick you out of the Corleone family, since you gave him a son after you ran away from the wedding.” “You only have to give your position as his wife to the woman who saved his life.” I rolled my eyes. Deliberately raising my voice, I sent a voice message to his uncle. “Darling, come home immediately! Your nephew is back and trying to take our son!” Then I heard a crash on the other end.