Short Smut Novels & Stories

Stella was a product of a domestic violence family. Watching her parent fight was an immense, heartbreaking, seasonal film, that resulted in a tragic end when her mother's life was cut short in one of their fatal fights. Getting married to Richard Jacob made a considerable difference from the one her parents had. It was blissful, peaceful, and full of Nirvana until Bella Jonathan walked into their lives. Their life took a drastic turn when Stella fell into a tricky trap, which was likely to tear her family apart or worse become a vast menace to her health. Overcoming the thorny phase in their union seems impossible as their source of difficulty kept amplifying and the chances of their marriage withstanding it was slim. In what case do you think it is advisable to stick to the vow of "For Better or Worse? Will Stella's marriage survive these hard times even though she's a marriage counselor?"

Jayla is an eighteen year old girl in her final year of high school. Tyler is the same age as Jayla, and in his final year of high school, too, only he is a bad boy who goes around sleeping with almost all the girls at school while Jayla is a good girl, a virgin even. On her eighteenth birthday, she bumps into Tyler, and sparks erupt on her skin, making her know that Tyler is her mate. Jayla is overjoyed at finding her mate on her birthday but her joy is cut short when he pushes her to the ground and stalks off like he didn't feel a thing between them. Despite all Jayla's efforts to win Tyler over, he still does not want anything to do with her. Will she give up on their mate bond or will she do anything in her power to get Tyler to acknowledge it? Read on to find out.

⚠️ Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning. This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Dirty Family Secrets presents a collection of raw, uninhibited short stories where hidden desires within families erupt into reality. Behind closed doors, forbidden fantasies unravel, tensions snap, and boundaries dissolve in moments of intense pleasure. Relatives with unspoken attractions collide. Past promises are broken under the weight of longing. Connections once thought untouchable ignite with reckless abandon. These tales are quick, sultry, and unapologetically provocative, embracing the chaos of taboo desires. Discover women who boldly claim what they crave, men who satisfy their lust without hesitation, and nights that blur into mornings without regret. This isn’t a subtle tease—it’s a torrent of heat, intimacy, and the irresistible pull of forbidden passion that consumes without restraint. Enjoy reading..

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.* *Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ “Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.” I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking… I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

Short Synopsis: In the hidden kingdoms within old New Orleans, Ava Demetrius has always been reminded that she doesn’t belong. Abused by her aunt and tormented by her adopted sister, her life takes a drastic turn when she’s sold to the cold and ruthless Lycan King, Leon Morbius. Unknown to her, Ava is the last descendant of a powerful bloodline tied to an ancient prophecy. As she and Leon struggle through distrust, betrayal, and a reluctant agreement for an heir, feelings begin to grow only to be shattered by lies and a heartbreaking accusation. Banished and broken, Ava finds solace in a pack of outcasts led by the kind Lycan, Reuben, and gives birth to Leon’s child. When war threatens their world and Leon comes seeking help, Ava must choose between vengeance or the love that once destroyed her. But when their child’s life hangs in the balance, the truth is revealed and the second chance they never expected might be the key to saving them all.

Can one truly love a man who has faced rejection from all women? Loreen finds herself forced into a marital arrangement with the nation's most controversial figure, Mr. Adepe Peme , also known as "the scarred one," in exchange for financial benefits. Rumors circulate about Adepe , portraying him as a frightful and emotionally scarred individual, both inside and out. His appearance alone is enough to deter women, despite his immense wealth that many covet. He is considered a pariah by society. Thrown into a loveless marriage, how will Leia, a proud and headstrong woman, cope with this situation? And how will Adepe respond to her? Will he attempt to dominate her or passionately court her? Will Loreen accept him despite his physical deformities? Can she rise above her pride and short temper? Will she untie the emotional barriers she has placed around her heart and accept him? Will their union become the envy of high society, or will it be regarded as a tragic failure of the century?

Kristina will accidentally and unexpectedly give her cherished Dignity and Cleanliness as a woman to the young man she meets in just one night. In short, Kristina got a one-night stand with Troy Madrigal for the reason that both of them are drunk and not in the right frame of mind. But despite the accident that happened between them. It would make sense to Kristina, even she once regretted the mistake she had made why she had given herself to a young man she didn't know very well. It seemed like she just had a preference and interest in the young man after the hot event that happened to them that night. Which seemed to lead to the point that she fell in love with the young man in just an instant. Can Kristina continue her feelings for the young man, who after taking advantage will leave her alone just like a hired woman? Will she be able to love the young man when they meet again after disappearing like a bubble?

“What are you doing?” My question was a breathless whisper. “Checking something.” Chase replied softly. Chase’s hand moved gently into my hair and he drew me to meet his lips. My protests died as he captured my lips in his agonisingly slow yet utterly intoxicating kiss. The possibility of what this could be filled me with hope and that scared me. “You’re my mate.” He growled lowly. Forced to reject her mate in the face of humiliation, the last thing Maya expected is to be kidnapped by the most feared Alpha of the powerful Drakor pack and even more surprisingly, the cold lycan happens to be her second chance mate. In a short span of time, Maya’s sombre life is thrown into a deadly game of deception and love as she helps her mate uncover the dark secrets of his past. Read 'HER LYCAN MATE' now to follow Maya Renshaw's captivating journey!

Raised by a single poor mother, Abby knew falling in love with filthy rich billionaire Darren is a wasted emotion she must get rid of. But she was shocked to find out he felt the same way as her, their romance was short lived as Morgana (Abby's ex boss) will do anything to keep the two lovers separate. Abby was kidnapped, tortured and almost lost her life in an accident, but all evidence turned against her, she is now the culprit. Darren now hates her and thought she tried killing Morgana, she needs to earn back Darren's trust and love. Abby found out her family is actually not poor but quite influential, using her father's influence, Darren was forced into marriage with Abby, he detests her and will do anything to make the marriage a hell for Abby but Abby is set on her love for him...... Can love really over shadow hatred?

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.