Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does. This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat. Wild. Wet. Wanton. You’ve never read sin like this before. If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse. Content Warning: This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power. For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age. It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.

18+ | Pure Filth for Degenerate Readers Only ️ Proceed at Your Own Risk ️ This collection drags you into the darkest corners of craving where every touch is betrayal, every orgasm is soaked in guilt, and the more wrong it feels, the wetter they get. Expect savage dominance, brutal dirty talk, relentless breeding, sloppy creampies, power exchanges, and deliciously corrupt “good girls” and “curious boys” who discover they were born to be ruined by the one person they can never have. No vanilla. No slow burns. Just raw, addictive descent into depravity. Each story is a complete, multi-chapter filthy ride packed with slow building tension that explodes into merciless fucking, whispered commands in public, hidden hands under tables, and secret rules that turn ordinary days into constant dripping need. These are stories of total surrender: shy virgins stretched and trained, bratty rebels broken into obedient cum dumps, and forbidden lovers who risk everything for the rush of being claimed hard and filled deep. Open these pages only if you’re ready to get addicted to the kind of filth you’ll never admit you love.

18+ Extremely Explicit Content – Reader Discretion Strongly Advised All characters are 18+! Content Warning: This book is pure filth. It contains graphic, rough sex, massive age gaps, daddy/little girl kink, forbidden breeding, degradation, and every taboo fantasy you’re not supposed to touch. If you’re in love with older men claiming much younger girls in the most sinful ways, open this book now. Daddy’s Dirty Little Secret is a scorching collection of nasty, taboo age-gap stories where forbidden lust takes control. These aren’t sweet romances, they’re raw, dripping-wet fantasies about powerful older men corrupting their innocent little girls, sneaking into their tight young bodies, and turning them into desperate, cock-hungry daddy’s girls. From secret midnight visits and risky hidden fucks to girls who know they shouldn’t but spread their legs anyway, every story drips with filthy daddy dominance, age-gap obsession, and dirty, shameless pleasure. Open it up. Get wet. And let Daddy ruin you the way you’ve always secretly craved.

Leyanne Cruden is a very old yet powerful witch in present day who is dissatisfied with the world as we know it. An immortal who stopped ageing in her late twenties. She has lived through so much and lost so many that it has jaded her personality and she no longer knows if she is good or bad. A vision leads her on a purpose to find an awakening hunter who threatens the existence of all supernatural beings. Like her he's young, immortal and everything that can destroy her. His creation was purely for the purpose of wiping the earth free of supernaturals. To prevent this tragedy she must assemble a coven of mixed creatures and figure out how to avert the destruction of magic before it's too late. They do say that sometimes the one thing which is the worst for you is the one thing you want the most - Dante Torres, a hunter with the ability to end her life. She will need to let people in if she has a hope of succeeding, as even a witch as powerful as her can not do it alone. With a collection of supernatural characters, love and heartbreak.

⚠️ Warning: [ Smut! Smut! Smut! ahead. For audiences 18yrs and older. Readers discretion is strongly advised. Enter at your own detriment.] He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock." He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it. His cock. ********************** Welcome to EDEN....or in other words (Paradise): Where Pain is Pleasure👄. Desire is Control😈, and sin lingers like an afterthought. This is a collection of different erotic forbidden tales that are bound to make you drip under the covers. It's not just a book, but a need, a release.....an escape. Contains mature/raw explicit scenes, strong vulgar languages, taboo relationships layered with Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Degradation and Power play dynamics. If this is your kink, I dare you to venture into the forbidden🍏.....

My request to transfer back to the headquarters was once again rejected in my sixth year on the frontline. The official reason was that spouses were not allowed to work in the same hospital, supposedly to prevent workplace romance. The reason failed to convince me. I secretly returned to Kingsfield, hoping to get an answer from my superior. … Outside the office, I overheard the conversation between him and my husband, George Durand. My superior started, "You have been keeping Ivy's application on hold over the last five years for Mia, but Ivy is hitting the age limit next year. This is her last chance to be transferred back." George's expression did not change. "That position has to go to Mia. Ivy can stay where she is. Mia has a promising future. She can't lose this opportunity." My superior argued back, "Staying at headquarters is Ivy's dream too. You manipulated me into sending her to the frontline, and then you kept blocking her transfer requests. "As for Mia, she failed her assessment. Without your protection, she would've been dismissed long ago. Are you really going to keep covering for her?" Anger contorted George's face. "Everyone knows Ivy is my wife! Nobody will pick on her! Unlike her, Mia doesn't have a special background. She won't survive the battlefield. I'll take Mia under my wing and train her personally. Nobody is touching her without my permission." I called the lawyer with tears in my eyes. "Please prepare the divorce papers for me," I said. "As soon as possible." I let five years of my life go to waste, only to discover that George had found another woman. Since there was no more love between us, I would stop clinging to him.

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.

When my father asked me who I wanted to marry for the sake of our family alliance, I made a different choice in this life. I no longer chose Leonardo Vittorio. Instead, I chose his older brother, Ivan Vittorio. My father looked confused. After all, everyone in Chicago knew that Leonardo and I had grown up together. I had chased after him for ten years. As the eldest daughter of the Lucien family, my name had long been inscribed beside his on the list of arranged marriages. Everyone believed our union was destined. Recalling my past life, I forced a bitter smile. Back then, I had indeed married Leonardo as I had always wished. But after our wedding, he never once touched me. I thought he had some unspeakable illness and went to great lengths to cover for him. It wasn't until our sixth wedding anniversary that, by chance, I opened the safe in his study. Inside, neatly arranged, were photos of him with the orphan girl I had begged my father to adopt. In those pictures, there was also a two-year-old boy—their son. They were a happy family of three. It was at that moment that I finally understood. He wasn’t sick. He had never thought of me as his wife. To get rid of me, he and my adoptive sister plotted my murder. Now that I have been given a second chance, I chose to give them my blessing. But when I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress, my hand resting on Ivan’s arm, Leonardo burst into the church with a gun in his hand. He looked deranged and completely out of control. "Madeline!" His voice was hoarse and nearly breaking. "How dare you?"

Dear Diary, I fucked my mother's husband. And... I want it again. “One last time.” I repeated. Swallowing hard. "Please, Daddy," I begged, my breath hitting his lips. "Fuck your little girl.” I knew it was wrong. I knew he is the one man who should be off-limits, but I couldn't stop. Now, my secrets are all right here in these pages. This book is a collection of the darkest stories ever told. It is a diary filled with things that should never happen. It shows what happens When stepfathers can't resist the girl their wives call daughter, when father-in-laws fall for their daughter-in-laws, and when a father’s best friend looks at a girl he should be protecting with nothing but hunger. These are stories about men who cross the line. They are about DADDIES and DAUGHTERS who forget the rules and give in to what they want. Be warned: This book is not for everyone. It's A TABOO. The heat is very high, and the stories are very dark. If you are looking for something sweet, PUT THIS DOWN. But if you want to see what happens when the most taboo lines are finally broken, keep reading.

"Some things are meant to be ruined, Stranger. I'd like to ruin your innocence"..... Becca is a "Good Girl" with a clear plan: finish her Home Science degree, keep her head down, and live by the Word. Her life is a collection of modest skirts, silent prayers, and the steady hum of her sewing machine. But when Josh—the untouchable "King of NUAT"—stumbles into her textile lab bleeding and hunted, Becca’s carefully stitched world begins to unravel. Josh is ambitious, dangerous, and hiding a secret that could burn the entire campus to the ground. He didn’t mean to drag the quiet "Church Girl" into his war, but after one desperate, stolen kiss in a dark closet, the damage is done. To the campus, she’s his new obsession. To his enemies, she’s the perfect leverage. Now, Becca is no longer a ghost in the halls. She’s a target. With a sinister voice from the shadows claiming that "Stitches don't hide secrets," Becca must decide if she can trust the man who used her to survive—or if the boy she saved is the one who will ultimately destroy her. In a jungle like NUAT, even the purest soul can get caught in the thorns.