Sinister Book Novels & Stories

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

The title, in gold letters, read "The Happily Ever After." A shadow crossed his face, and his eyes, which had been so dark and suspicious just a moment ago, now held a deep, profound sadness. “This book was one of my favorites, Norah.” He held it in his hands, his fingers tracing the title with a gentle, loving reverence.

The rain in London always felt heavier when you are at somewhere you don’t belong. I stood near the big floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian’s penthouse. Down below, the city lights blurred into a messy sea of gold and grey. In my hand, the glass of scotch felt freezing against my skin, but inside, my whole body was burning. I adjusted the thin strap of my black silk dress, watching my reflection in the dark glass. At twenty-two, I looked exactly like what I was a young girl playing a dangerous game with a man who had already mastered it before I was even born.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

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I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

Sienna The suffocating silence of the bar seemed to press down on my chest like a physical weight, making it incredibly hard to draw a full breath. I slowly pulled my hand back out of the hidden compartment beneath the dark marble counter, my knuckles scraping lightly against the wood of the interior frame. Wrapped securely in my trembling fingers wasn't a stash of unmarked cash, a black ledger, or a modern weapon. It was just a book. A thick, heavy, dust-jacketed volume that had been tucked away into the hollowed-out space of the bar.

Beg God to forgive me. But my body didn’t care. I was shaking. Aching, and desperate to get his c0ck buried deep inside me. “It’s wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong?” He grinned, grinding his hard c0ck against my leg. “Feels pretty damn right to me.” He grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head. Then his other hand pushed up the tank top I stole from his duffel. My breasts spilled out, and his thumb flicked my nipple. I moaned, unable to stop it.

Her wide eyes shot up at his daring act but what she saw in those green orbs was nothing other than danger. "Just best friend?" The way his voice sounded suspicious made her want to pull his hair. Who was he to demand such questions from her? Who was he? A mysterious, dangerous, beast-like psychopath! "Y-Yes!" She answered with a tremble of her lips. "Move away! T-this is inappropriate." She tried to put some sense in this large bulky but brainless man. "Forbidden sounds better." He whispered right above her ear, almost taking her breath away. Her eyes landed on his arm which was right beside her head. The dark ink on his tan skin covered with manly hair had her insides curling in fear.

In a fraction of a second, the face of the stranger from last night appeared—his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, and those dark, piercing, lethal eyes staring straight through my soul with an arrogant, wicked smirk. ‘’Ahhh—!’’ I screamed, my body jolting violently as I sat bolt upright. My heart hammered against my ribs, my breathing coming out in desperate gasps as cold sweat clung to my forehead and the back of my neck. I blinked frantically against the bright sunlight, my hand clutching at my chest while my bloodshot eyes scanned the space around me. Fuck. The sleek mahogany ceiling, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint, lingering scent of rich cedar and expensive cologne—it hit me