Sinful Sounds Novels & Stories

Giovanna (Gina) Akir has a reputation that she's proud of. She's worked hard for years to cultivate this reputation, so why is she Going Rogue? "I pride myself on my reputation. I know that probably sounds strange coming from someone who is known as the pack s**t , but I’ve worked for a few years to establish myself as the woman who can help you deal with your stress and pain without adding to it. Becoming the pack s**t was never a goal of mine, and honestly, I hate the title, but it won’t deter me from what I do. My position in the pack does not mean that I’ll sleep with just anyone for any reason. I think of it like a service. I offer physical comfort to those in need, and although I don’t receive money for what I do, I like to think that I add value to the pack by helping our warriors to get out of their own head so they can do what they need to do." ***This is the story of a side character from my first book "Second Chance Luna" Each book will have some spoilers for the other, but you do not need to read either one to understand the other.***

I've died on my wedding day. When I'm in the middle of getting cruelly tortured by the thugs, my parents, older brother, and my fiance are all comforting my younger adopted sister, Arianna Capuano, who's bawling her eyes out. Before I die, I've called them for help. But Diego Atzori, my fiance who's the next Don of the Atzori family, sounds extremely angry at me when he picks up the call. "Carlotta Capuano, Arianna's life is more important than our marriage! Stop putting on an act just to attract attention!" The call goes dead. My life is also entering its countdown. I can only lie in my own puddle of blood, my body broken and mutilated, until I stop breathing entirely. No one can find me at home. They think I'm just throwing a tantrum because the wedding has gotten canceled. Perhaps I've chosen to run away from the altar just so I can attract their attention. What they don't know is the fact that I've never left home. In fact, I've died in the basement of my own house. I died right beneath their feet.

A prince, rumored to ba a Demon. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to who? Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes but for Ava, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be a Demon.

“Top or bottom?” Ethan's timid voice echoed in the motel room, and Kane scoffed. “Suck me off first and I'll tell you,” Kane replied and seductively licked his lips. “What makes you think I’d suck you? How about you kneel for me?” Ethan spat with a grimace, trying to sound unbothered even though he knew he had a lot at stake. A low, husky chuckle slipped from Kane's lips, and the room fell into a strange silence, their breathing and the soft wind the only sounds between them. Suddenly, Kane wrapped his arms around Ethan's back, pulling him as his hand slid down and grabbed his dick, squeezing it. “Let’s fuck!” ****** Canada's top hockey star, Ethan Harrison, has it all, except control over his own heart. When his secret obsession with the United States’s star player, Kane Hau Alexander, is discovered, Kane doesn’t expose him; instead, he takes control and vows to claim him. Rivals on ice, lovers in secret, their forbidden connection must overcome, boundaries, trust, and desire. But with jealous families, manipulative fiancées, and public scrutiny closing in, can their secret survive the ultimate game?

My wife's gym is celebrating its grand opening, and I drag my buddy along to check the place out with a 9.90-dollar trial class I bought through an e-commerce platform. For the entire time, I never once let it slip that I'm the owner. Right after we finish training, a male coach tosses a price sheet at us. His eyes sweep over us with contempt as he says, "You two look like freeloaders. Our private sessions cost a few hundred each, and we don't offer freebies to people like you." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We paid for this trial class. How is that freeloading? Go get your manager." He rolls his eyes and makes it seem like he's enforcing a very important rule. "Don't bother looking for the manager. My girlfriend owns this place, and she hates broke losers who try to get free classes." He dials her number right in front of us. His voice sounds both arrogant and pitiful. "Babe, two guys showed up and tried to con us into giving them a free class. They even told me to call the manager. Come over here and show them what's what!"

She watched her future crumble through a camera lens. Four years. One ring. The wrong woman wearing it. Sloane's carefully constructed life shatters in a single night when her boyfriend proposes to someone else at an event she's photographing. Broke, humiliated, and desperate for a fresh start, she's ready to give up on everything. Until an opportunity falls into her lap that changes everything. A contract with Lennon Cross. The biggest name in music. The man everyone wants but no one can have. Half a million dollars for six months of her life. It sounds perfect. Too perfect. Because Lennon doesn't do charity. He doesn't do kindness. And he definitely doesn't do love. What he does do is destroy anyone who gets too close. Sloane should walk away. Should protect what's left of her shattered heart. But desperation makes people reckless. And when her ex comes crawling back, suddenly success tastes like the sweetest revenge. The man who broke her. Or the one who might save her. If he doesn't ruin her first. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are paid for in heartbreak.

My mom, Gina Lowry, uses the six million dollars from selling our family hotel to buy my cousin, Harry Sullivan, a villa. The next day, my fiancé of five years, Charles Gomez, dumps me. "Vivian, this is the end for us," Charles says, sitting in the café of a five-star hotel. His tone is so matter-of-fact that it sounds as if he's merely discussing a business deal. The engagement ring in my hand suddenly feels burning hot. I ask, "Why? Our wedding is next month." He stirs his coffee casually and replies, "Your family is known for favoring sons above all else. I looked into it. Your parents sold off the family business and gave all the assets to your cousin, Harry." A chill runs through my whole body as I argue, "That was my parents' decision. It has nothing to do with me!" "Does it really have nothing to do with you?" Charles looks up, his gaze sharp. "You're a daughter of the Sullivan family. In the future, you'll have to keep supporting your useless cousin endlessly. My family won't have any part in such an unreasonable practice. It's simply too embarrassing." In a trembling voice, I plead, "Charles, we've been together for five years. Is what we have less than these worldly considerations?" He lets out a light scoff. "What we have? Vivian, you're 28. How are you still this naive? In our circle, marriage is never just about two people." He stands up and adjusts the cuff of his custom suit. "I hope you find someone more suitable for you." I watch his resolute back as he walks away. Biting my lip hard, I refuse to let the tears fall. My phone chimes as a message from my mom comes in. In the photo, Harry is standing in front of a luxury villa with his arm around the influencer girlfriend he's been dating for three months. He is smiling smugly, like he's at the top of the world. Mom sounds overjoyed in her voice message. "Vivian, look how grand Harry's new home is! Now, he won't have to worry about his marital home when he gets married!" I stare at the photo and laugh through my tears. The moment I leave the family group chat and block all my relatives, my fingertips feel ice-cold. I sneer inwardly, "Since a daughter can never compare to a son in your hearts, then from now on, that precious nephew of yours will be your only family. When he drives you out of the villa bought with your entire savings, I wonder if you'll remember the daughter you abandoned today."

She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.

"You’re too beautiful to be crying over a boy," his voice was low, velvety, and dangerously close. It was supposed to be the best night of her life, her 20th birthday, the night she’d planned to finally give herself to the boy she thought she loved. But when her boyfriend didn’t show, the one man she shouldn't want, the man she called Dad, was there to pick up the pieces. "You're drunk," she whispered, her breath hitching as his hand brushed her cheek. "And you're irresistible." What started as an innocent ride home turned into something sinful, something forbidden. Alone in the dark confines of the car, her fantasies came alive with the man she could never have, a man who had no business looking at her that way. By the time they were back at the house, the line between right and wrong had blurred, leaving only raw desire. And when their secret night was interrupted by a knock at the door and the return of her absentee mother, the stakes soared. She wanted to stop, but he was intoxicating, addictive. Would their fiery affair destroy everything or would it ignite a love so dangerous they’d risk it all? "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. But she didn’t. And it changed everything.

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.