Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

He leaned in, nipping my collarbone. "... (θ/2 + sin(2θ)/4) + C, or arcsin x + x sqrt(1 - x^2)/2 + C." "Perfect." He rewarded me by unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. It bobbed out, thick and long, the head glistening with pre-cum. I stared, mesmerized by its girth, the way it curved slightly, veins pulsing. "Touch," he said, voice rough. "But slow. Tease the wolf who caught you."

she whispered. “You’re not the Sixth,” I said quietly. Everyone turned. She looked up, ashamed. Angry. Resigned. “I’m the gatekeeper of the Sixth,” she said. “The real Sixth was never allowed to survive. Only what was made from her remains.” Austin stepped back. The Fifth didn’t. “She’s still one of us,” the Fifth said calmly. “Barely,” the Sixth whispered. “But that’s not what matters now.” She pointed at the mirror. “It didn’t show me. It shows what’s trying to remember me.”

Lyla is having a horrible day. Cranky and emotional, she's ready to go home when Aaron bursts into the flower shop and begs for a bouquet so he can apologize to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, flowers aren't going to solve this problem. Luckily, Lyla has another idea. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces.

That afternoon, Julian had just returned to his office from the lab when the phone rang urgently. His heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling about this. After a brief pause, he reached out and answered the call. A polite and gentle female voice came through the line. “Mr. Julian Zane, your divorce certificate with Ms. Xena Xander has been at the city hall for one week. When would it be convenient for you to come and collect it?”

Her heavily made-up face stiffened, and she took a small step back, her sharp eyes raking over me as realization settled in. Oh. She knew. Jake let out a slow breath, almost like relief, before extending his arm toward me. I slipped into it effortlessly, my body fitting against his side as though I belonged there. “Elena,” Jake said evenly, though I caught the underlying tension in his voice, “meet Sandra. She’s my colleague at work.” His free hand disappeared into his pocket, but I could feel the firmness of his arm around me. “Hello,” I said with a small, innocent wave.

I stared at the blank page for a long moment before finally writing. This collection was created for women who survived versions of themselves they thought would destroy them. Twelve pieces. Twelve conversations between softness and strength. Between grief and reinvention. Between who we were and who we became after surviving. The collection name will be revealed on February twenty-eighth. Until then… Come curious. Alvara Dane I read it twice. Then sent it to Seren. Her reply came less than a minute later. This is beautiful. I smiled softly and leaned back in the chair.

and then he’s cumming, his release hot and thick in my ass, filling me up as his hips jerk against me. I can feel it dripping out when he pulls away, running down my thighs, mixing with the cum already there. The room spins. My body is a mess, cum inside me, on me, my skin marked with ink and bruises, my lips swollen. Jen’s no better, her hair a tangled mess, her body glistening with sweat and release, her legs spread as Cole pulls out, his cum leaking from her pussy as another guy takes his place. "We’re not done with you," Liam murmurs, his fingers tracing the 'L' on my collarbone. "Not even close." His phone is in his hand, the screen glowing as he angles it, capturing the way my ass is s

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

Only the last page was left blank—it was meant to hold our proposal photo. But now, it would remain forever empty. I gently closed the album, tears blurring my vision. We did make it to 999, but in the end, we were still one surprise short. Wiping my tears away, I carried the album downstairs. I lit a fire in the yard and threw the album in. The flames crackled, their glow dancing across my face as I watched the photos turn to ash. Oddly enough, I felt… peace. This album held the memories of the past six years. It had witnessed everything Soren and I had been through. We were once hopelessly in love, but now, we'd fallen apart.