Sinister Book Novels & Stories

“I officially hate him.” I looked down at the book in my hands, my fingers tracing the worn leather cover as I stared at the silver wolf carved into the center. Beneath it were three faded golden words that seemed almost too fitting for the place I was in. Blood. Beasts. Bonds. I swallowed and carried the book over to the nearest table, where Rigina dropped into a chair with a tired groan before pulling the book toward her. “Let’s get this over with before that idiot comes back and finds another reason to insult you.”

she said. "Understood." We walked in; Richard was at the counter with his back to us, rinsing a glass; he heard us and turned, and his expression started at warmth before he registered something in the atmosphere of the room; his green eyes moved from Lara to me and back to Lara, and something old and careful shifted behind them. "Lara," he said. His voice was even. "Is everything alright?" "I found a folder in your library," she said. No preamble, no softening. "Brown, no label, yellow edge tab, dated the same year my parents died; Brooklyn address."

Behind closed doors and far past the line of propriety lies a world where temptation reigns supreme. Sins and Secrets: A Realm of Forbidden Pleasures is a serialized anthology series of distinct, high-heat stories, each exploring new characters, intense power dynamics, and the raw adrenaline of forbidden temptation. Designed for rapid, high-stakes storytelling, every book under the Sins and Secrets banner drops readers directly into the heat of the action. From icy corporate dominance and secret arrangements to high-risk public encounters and dark power reversals, each standalone narrative unfolds across a fast-paced 50-chapter arc engineered to push boundaries, break rules, and deliver imm

His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth. I let out a satisfied breath as memories of Xander slowly dulled from my thoughts. Leander placed me on the bed, spreading my legs as he penetrated me. “Hmm,” I moaned as he fucked into me. My head turned towards our bedroom door. I noticed a dark shadow looming at the door. I frowned as I stared at the door. What was that? I thought. Suddenly, a thought struck me. What if Xander was in front of our door, listening to my moans as his brother pounded into me? I had no idea why, but the thought of that turned me on even more.

I traced a long finger along the worn spines of my books until I found the one I wanted. A grimoire bound in dark leather, etched with ink made from ash and wolf blood. I pulled it free, the weight of it grounding me. “Alpha-Alpha bonds,” I said again, thumbing through the yellowed pages, “are messy magic. They’re not meant to happen often, and certainly not between rival heirs. But that’s the irony, isn’t it? The bond made them strong enough to survive the attack.” “What do you propose we do now?” Dominic asked as he paced around the room.

"Yeah. Sin just got home, he's in the library. I believe I saw him there last." "Okay thanks." I smiled gratefully as he nodded in return and walked away. I took the corner, and found myself in front of the large library room. Thank God Nikolai had shown me around the place at first. Now it wasn't that hard to find around. I stared into the room where I noted Sinister seated at a luxurious oaky-coloured leathered armchair. He seemed to be deep in thought. With his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his face was propped up against his knuckles defining how chiseled his features were. This man is handsome. The slight subtle seemed to emphasize a roguish yet elegant portrayal of him. A blen

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

The heavy double doors of Velvet Chains whispered shut behind Elena Hart with a soft, ominous click that echoed through her bones. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as she stepped into the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex.