Slammed Novels & Stories

The day I died was Mommy’s birthday. For once, she left me an unusually large slice of cake. I hovered before it, greedy, leaning in to breathe in its sweetness. But the very next second, she handed the cake to my younger sister, Bella Tesla. “Have some, Bella. Better you than that ungrateful girl!” Then she turned to Daddy, who was filming nearby. “You recorded everything, right? When she returns, make her watch it. Don’t let her say again that we play favorites! “Of all things to learn, she learned how to run away from home! “We spoiled her! If she has any sense, let her never come back!” She sneered as she slammed the table and cursed at me, never noticing the panic on Bella’s face as she held the cake. She also failed to notice Bella’s disheveled hair. She noticed even less the dark stains of blood on her sleeve. Blood that belonged to me.

He slammed me hard against the wall, while his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His hand snaked around my waist, opening my robe and leaving my body on show. He placed his hand inside my robe, reaching behind me, causing me to arch my back. With one swift movement, he had unfastened my bra. He slowly pulled down my robe from my shoulders, slipping it off me. His kiss was intensifying and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. ---------------------- Suffering from domestic violence and finally running away from her partner, Luna started an adventure with her friend in London. In there, she met the sexual and dominative mafia Romano. Romano added so much enthusiasm to her journey, but dark secrets were hidden behind the man...to reveal the truth please follow Luna’s journey in this novel of romance, rage, deception, lust and so much more

To save up for my wife’s expensive asthma medication, I worked the dangerous high-rise job around our apartment complex, even on a day with winds strong enough to knock someone off their feet. However, that was when I accidentally witnessed my wife cheating on me with her ex-boyfriend, and to entertain him, she picked up a fruit knife and slowly cut through my safety rope. My body slammed into the ground so hard that the impact shattered the bones in my leg. Only later did I learn the truth: the one with asthma wasn’t my wife at all—it was her first love. All the money I’d been saving for her? She had been giving him every cent. Eventually, the same cold, proud woman I once married ended up on her knees in front of me, begging for help. I called the building security over and had them drag her out. “Get that filth out of here,” I said. “It’s hurting my eyes.”

When I first met Finn Dalton at sophomore year in highschool, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. By the time we graduated high school, he had sworn to the universe that I, Rhea Dawson, would be his wife and no one else. I saw him through school, working three jobs to help him afford the exorbitant fees of the Ivy League University he was studying at. And when he finally graduated and got a fancy job, he bought a diamond ring. But it wasn't for me. It was for his first love. That wasn't the only betrayal. He slammed my car with his and left me for dead. Then he took away my only family. Three years later I returned, determined to take back my pound of flesh from him. Why, though, does he seem so relieved and happy to see me even though he had personally tried to kill me?

It was the holiday season and I was on my way home when the traffic on the highway came to a standstill. Suddenly, a Maybach came speeding down the emergency lane and slammed right into my car. The driver jumped out and started yelling, jabbing his finger in my face. “Are you blind?! Don’t you know cars turning should yield to those going straight?” I frowned. “My car broke down and this is where I’m supposed to be. You’re the one who broke the traffic laws, yet you’re blaming me for this?” “Traffic laws?” he scoffed, full of arrogance. “I’m the law in Jacksboro City. That Volkswagen piece of junk you’re driving is not even worth one of my Maybach’s tires!” Then he pulled out a baseball bat and smashed it down on my car. He even threatened to break my legs and demanded compensation. I sneered. “Sure, this may be a Volkswagen… but why don’t you take a closer look at the special clearance permit on the windshield?”

"Marry me, or face the consequences," he growled. Megan’s nails dug into her palms, fury simmering beneath her fear. How dare he? How dare this arrogant billionaire claim a child he never wanted? "My family is bloodthirsty, Megan. They’ll take the baby—with or without you." Her heart slammed against her ribs. She had run from one nightmare, only to walk into another. A one-night stand was supposed to be an escape. A mistake. But now, she’s carrying his child, and Alexander Zeus—the most ruthless man in New York—won’t let her go. Now, she has two choices: become his wife… or risk losing everything. Running away from her past which haunted her, Megan runs into the arms of Alexander Zeus, a ruthless billionaire. What happens when a perfect love story blooms and her past catches up with her? Will love win at the end of the day or will this…be different? Content warning! R18+

"We have nothing together, Richard, the moment I signed that paper, I made sure to cut all of our ties" I reminded him, a smile creeping on my face He chuckled, running his tongue on his lower lips, a glint in his eyes, "You will always be mine, Reina, because I am going to ruin any other relationship you intend on going in" *************** On a day meant to be the most important day of her life, Reina is left heartbroken when she is slammed with a divorce by her husband, left with no choice but to give in, she flees with her unborn children, going off to live a new life, all seems to be going well until he showed up years later, wanting her and his kids back, How was she supposed to know that her mischievous kids were going to side with their father? Thrown into a new world, they are forced to make things work, but would they be able to? With the arrival of her childhood lover? And how broken he had left her?

“I don't want anything to do with her, I would rather marry her mother than marry her.” Manny felt insulted. Angry, she slammed her fist on the table, picked up the papers that needed signing and then tore them into pieces. ***** Manny, a lady with a perfect life and heiress to Millicent's fashion house, is constantly pressured by her mother to get married and have a baby. But haunted by the heartbreaks of her past relationships, she makes a bold decision to undergo IVF. What happens when she discovers that there has been a mix-up and now she's carrying the child of Andrew Cooper, an arrogant billionaire with a reputation as formidable as his wealth and who won't let her keep her baby? Will she win this baby war? Andrew Cooper, billionaire and CEO of a multi-billion dollar company hires a surrogate but everything spirals into chaos and now a fat lady carries his child. He is determined to collect the child from her even if it means digging up her past

On the eve of the wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister was drugged at a bar and called for help. Her body was burning with fever. I grabbed my fiancé as he was about to rush out. "Take her to the hospital. Doctors have proper antidotes." Julian Zane slapped me for suggesting that. There was a savagery in his eyes I had never seen before. "Nora, do you have any conscience at all? Elena is suffering a fate worse than death, and you're still nitpicking?" He yanked off his tie and spoke in a hoarse tone. "She's the sister I've cherished since childhood. I will save her even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it." I watched him undo his shirt buttons with his trembling fingers. Elena, flushed and feverish, fell into his arms. The private room door slammed shut in front of me. The sounds of passion inside struck me like blow after blow, shattering five years of blind devotion into dust.

Five years into our marriage, every time I accidentally brushed against my wife's skin, she would punish me by making me kneel in a tub of disinfectant while reciting the Code of Male Conduct. Then one day, I noticed a suspicious red mark on her collarbone and instinctively reached out to touch it. Even though she lost her temper, stormed out, and slammed the door behind her, she surprisingly didn't punish me afterward. Naively, I thought she was finally starting to tolerate my touch. But the next day, my virginity was listed in an auction attended by wealthy heiresses from Lowarke City's elite—scheduled to be sold off two days later. Rachel Bloom's friends leered at my photo as they calculated how much they'd bid, while she stood by completely indifferent, scrubbing herself over and over with disinfectant. "Rupert kissed that spot, and Michael dared to touch it? Who does he think he is? Just looking at him makes me sick."