Slap Forehead Novels & Stories

I'm notoriously known for being a vile heiress in this city's elite circle. I do whatever I want just because my family is rich and powerful. If I don't like someone, I won't hesitate to slap them on the spot. If any family dares to offend me, I'll have my family terminate all contracts with that family's business. Everyone is terrified whenever they bring me up. But everything changes when my dad brings Gwen Herman, the low-income student he's been sponsoring, home with him. Suddenly, I can hear her inner thoughts. Gwen tells me that this world is actually a novel with a plot where everyone adores and dotes on the main character. Apparently, Gwen is the kind-hearted female lead loved by everyone, whereas I'm the evil side character who's destined to be humiliated at every turn. What a coincidence. I already found out about this fact ten years ago. I watch as Gwen cowers at the side delicately like some wounded angel who looks eerily similar to my dad. Meanwhile, my dad is awfully protective of her and goes as far as to be extremely mean to me to my face. That's when I begin chortling loudly. "Just because I call you 'Dad' doesn't mean you're really my father, my dear stepdad."

This story contains mature themes, explicit romantic content, power imbalance, and emotionally intense situations. It is intended for readers 18+ ⚠️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you do when the man who ruined your life becomes the only thing you can't stop thinking about?" It started with a slap and ended with my life in shambles. The media painted me as the villain. My scholarship? Gone. My future? Shattered. Now Thomas Knights—billionaire, music god—is a walking red flag, and the reason my life fell apart. But his father? He is more brutal and has me backed into a corner. He offered me a deal: become Thomas's personal assistant, and all my problems would disappear. But there's a catch; I need to spy on his son and report back to him. Yet, their world is ruthless, glamorous, and full of secrets. And Thomas is a destructive taboo, a controlling menace, and completely untouchable. Worse, he sees straight through me. And every day I'm with him, the line between duty and desire blurs. Every secret I learn pulls me deeper into his orbit. The real question isn't whether I'll take the deal. It's whether I'll survive what it demands of me. This isn't a love story. It's a game of survival, obsession, and ruin. And I don't know who will go down first—him or me?

My five-year-old daughter loved telling lies. I had taken her out to a simple school supplies run, but she yelled on the street that I was a human trafficker. Consequently, I nearly got arrested and taken to the police station. When we went home, she cried and threw herself in my husband’s arms to complain about me before I could say anything. “Dad, Mom wouldn’t buy me stationeries. She even hit me on the street!” I offered my husband an explanation. He heard me out, but I did not expect him to angrily slap me when I was finished. “Our daughter is only five. She can’t lie. Can’t you just put up with it?!” When I drove my daughter to school, she got down on her knees in front of me while the other parents were around. “Mom, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take naked photos for those guys.” When the teacher checked my phone, it was full of my daughter’s explicit photos. A mob of angry parents pushed me into the traffic, killing me. I could not figure out why my biological daughter would behave that way, even as I lay dying. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day when I was about to buy stationery for my daughter.

When I was 18, I was abducted and assaulted. Leonardo Ferrante stormed into the hideout with explosives strapped to his body and saved me. As a result, he lost a leg. After getting a prosthetic, he gently wiped away my tears and comforted me. "Don't be silly, Camilla Marino. It's just one leg. Why are you crying over this? I said I will protect you for a lifetime. I won't break my promise." After that, he even risked his life to take revenge for me. No one in the whole wide world dared to provoke me. I once thought I would stay happy like this forever... until his mistress, Vittoria Greco, hands me an invitation to their engagement banquet. "Do you really think he will marry an assaulted woman like you? Leonardo says you're rotten inside and out. Only I deserve to marry him. We're getting engaged next week. Make sure you come join us for the celebration." I stare at the fancy font on the invitation. Then I swing it backhand and slap her across the face 100 times until she bleeds. After that, I have my men call Leonardo. "I will make a bet with you. If you win, you can take your mistress away. But if you lose, I will claim her life!"

WARNING: 95% Sex Content/1 She-Wolf Vs 5 Alphas Three years ago, my father betrayed my mother, shattering our lives and forcing us into exile. Now, at seventeen, everything is about to change. My mother has found a second chance—with none other than the famous Alpha Thomas Blackthorn of the powerful Blackridge Pack. She's ready to start over, and I have no choice but to follow her into this new world ruled by dominance, secrets, and desire. *** "I Promise," his voice scraped raw, "I won't fuck you. Not until your wolf wakes." His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, hooking under the lace of my panties. "But you'll help me before that." His body pinned me down, muscles taut, skin scorching. His knee wedged between them, forcing me open. Then his grip tightened, yanking my legs shut again— His cock, flushed and massive, pistoned through the tight clasp of my legs. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke, glistening, filthy. I snapped my eyes shut, but that only heightened everything else— The heat of him. The wet slap of skin. The way my body betrayed me, slick gathering where I shouldn't be wet, a traitorous throb building— Shame. Shame. Shame.

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

Shawn Hansen, Wigston's most notorious playboy, always has a thing for dazzling women. This time, his eyes are set on Carrie Myers, my fiance Harvey Anderson's close friend. And now, he decides to marry her on the same day as my wedding. When I go to Harvey to discuss the wedding details, I walk in on him holding Carrie and promising, "Don't worry. I'll marry you. Our churches are side by side, and with your face hidden under the veil, I'll swap you in for her. No one will ever notice." Carrie sobbed, her voice filled with concern. "Angelina is clever. She will undoubtedly notice something is wrong." He kisses her forehead gently and comforts her, "I'll drug her so she won't be able to think straight or resist." Only then does she relax, yet she asks curiously, "You really don't mind letting her marry Shawn?" Harvey thinks seriously before replying, "I love you and must marry you first. Shawn is my good friend, so even if he marries her, he wouldn't touch her. I'll bring her back once he realizes the bride has been switched. By then, the two of you can serve me together." I can't bear to listen any longer, and I turn to leave with a broken heart. Despite the sorrow, I am determined to become Shawn's wife.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.

At eighteen, Diana knows she'll find her mate. She prayed to the moon goddess to have her most favorite person as her mate but what she didn't expect was a fierce rejection. The betrayal of spurning knocks her down, but she was not meant to be down for so long because the moon goddess had other plans for her. She was meant to bring light in the life of others. Following her journey she overcame every hurdle and got everything she wanted except the person she craved for....... ********* "Why are you following me everywhere? Why are you helping me out every time?" Diana raised her hand, taking a deep breath to touch his shoulder but the person in the mask moved with the speed of light. "I want to know who is the owner of this delicious smell." She purred but her eyelids became heavy. She tried to open her eyes because she wanted to know the person in front of her but the exhaustion of hunting the beasts knocked her down. Before she could touch the ground and engulf into the deep valley of slumber she felt his strong arms around her waist. The butterflies flew in her stomach while a shiver crawled down her spine. She felt safe in those arms so without any hesitation, she snuggled into his chest. "I want to know you." She mumbled in a voice, hardly heard and fell asleep. The person in the mask put her safely besides the rock. He kissed her forehead and whispered. "Sleep well Princess,"

"I believe we spoke on the phone today. I hope everything is in order?" As smooth in person as on the phone I turned and was met with the full force of his good looks. Just have me right now my inner wolf screamed. Dark rich hair, just long enough for a few curls to tease his forehead, coffee-coloured eyes, and olive skin. Several inches taller than me and was built like a Greek statue. Perfection. The crushing disappointment of his good looks hit me. He was definitely a shifter and therefore totally, immediately and forever off limits. Human’s just never look that good. Selene doesn't want a mate. She's ambitious, determined and independent. To end up shackled to a man who won't support her dreams like her sisters is her worst nightmare. The mate-bonds monthly heat, overwhelming lust-fuelled insanity terrifies her control-freak nature. Rocco doesn't want a mate either. Running a buzzing casino gives him ample opportunity to sleep with all the beautiful human women the city has to offer. Shifters are a hassle. Even beautiful, blonde haired wonders like Selene. Yet when their paths cross sparks fly. However the local Alpha loves taking proud women down a peg, his head Beta desires Selene and Rocco wants to kill them both. They are fighting against the very thing that may keep them alive as the cruelty of the pack's leadership turns against Selene. Her trick of hiding in a hotel and lying to her family every full moon can only last for so long...