Slow Hollows Novels & Stories

"I, Grace Hawthorne reject Logan Harper,” I announced with steel in my voice. The hall fell into deep silence, I could hear the sound of sweat dripping from Logan’s forehead or my father’s increasing heartbeat. Logan's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding!" “Not anymore. I reject you.” I announced once again. My father, Daniel, standing nearby, was seething with rage. He stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. In a fit of madness, he raised a hand as if to strike me, but before he could make contact, a commanding voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "How dare you lay a hand on my Mate?" Xander had appeared in a flash of power, his presence filling the room. His eyes bore into Daniel’s with an intensity that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Everyone’s face paled seeing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, anger rushed through Daniel’s features and he roared. "Not your mate, she is my daughter." Xander cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You dare to touch what’s mine and I will show you what a real Alpha can do for his mate." Xander’s growl had an intensity that shook even The wolf council. His deep blue eyes bored into mine and a slow smile grazed his features, he gestured to me to come toward him and I did. “Miss me Darling.” he purred, and a chill ran down my spine.

He’s the campus hockey king. She’s the girl he was never supposed to want. Logan Shaw doesn’t do relationships. As the captain of the university hockey team and the son of an NHL legend, his future is simple: hockey first, everything else second. Girls are fun. Temporary. And never a complication. Harper Lane is the exact kind of complication he avoids. Smart. Stubborn. Completely unimpressed by his reputation—and the one girl on campus who refuses to fall for Logan Shaw’s charm. They were never supposed to collide. But when Logan shocks the entire university by spending five thousand dollars to win Harper in a charity date auction, suddenly the whole campus is watching. What starts as a fake date quickly turns into something much more dangerous. Late-night celebrations. Arguments that end in kisses. Chemistry neither of them can ignore. Logan was supposed to stay focused on hockey. Harper was supposed to protect her heart. Instead, they’re playing a game neither of them knows how to win. Because the more Logan tries to keep things casual… the harder he falls. And when NHL scouts start watching and Logan’s controlling father steps in, Harper becomes the one thing Logan might have to give up to chase the future he’s been raised for. But walking away from her might be the one game Logan Shaw can’t win. Enemies-to-lovers tension Hockey captain energy Slow burn with explosive chemistry And a love story that might ruin everything.

Dmitri Volkov is the heir to one of New York’s most ruthless Russian mafia families—cold, controlled, and carrying scars no one is allowed to see. He has spent his life obeying blood oaths and burying every part of himself that doesn’t serve the syndicate. Love, especially love for a man, is a weakness he cannot afford. Ethan Moreau is a twenty-two-year-old French art student on scholarship at NYU—soft-spoken, openly gay, and painfully trusting. He came to New York to chase beauty in a city full of sharp edges, never expecting one of those edges to look back at him with ice-blue eyes. Their worlds collide by chance in Central Park. A fleeting encounter becomes stolen nights, desperate kisses in shadowed alleys, and whispered promises neither of them can keep. For Ethan, Dmitri is intensity and danger wrapped in tenderness he’s never known. For Dmitri, Ethan is the first crack of light in a life built on darkness—and the one thing that could destroy everything he’s been raised to protect. But secrets have weight. Dmitri’s family is closing in, a rival syndicate is circling, and every touch between them pulls the noose tighter. Misunderstandings fester into silence, jealousy into rage, and love into something that hurts to hold. When blood finally stains the canvas of their fragile world, Ethan will have to decide if he can love a man who was born to break hearts—and Dmitri will have to choose between the family that raised him and the only person who ever made him want to be free. In a city that devours the innocent, their story is a slow bleed of devotion, betrayal, and the kind of love that can ruin you completely.

“You’re useless.” I lift my head, wrists aching where the rope bites into skin already numb from the cold. My father stands over me, his shadow long and sharp in the firelight spilling from the clearing behind him. I can hear the celebration. My sister’s laughter. The pack chanting her name. “I tried,” I say. My voice cracks, and I hate it for that alone. “I did everything you asked.” He scoffs. “Everything?” His gaze drags over me like I’m something rotten. “If you’d done anything right, your mother would still be alive.” My chest burns, each breath a knife. “She chose—” “She died because of you,” he snaps. “Because you were too weak to protect yourself. Too weak to be worth the trouble.” I swallow, tasting blood. “I’m your daughter.” “No,” he says coldly. “You’re a reminder of my failure.” He turns away, already done with me. “Be grateful I’m hiding you instead of killing you. An Alpha can’t afford dead weight.” The rope tightens as he knots it higher, out of reach. He doesn’t look back. Behind him, the pack howls in celebration. I lower my head and let the tears fall silently into the dirt because crying is the only thing they haven’t taken from me yet. But as the night deepens and the forest breathes around me, something else stirs—slow and patient. They call me useless. One day, they’ll choke on that word.

Rainy nights in Sicelia were always thick with the stench of rust and gunpowder. Rumors had circulated that the newly appointed Don of the Romano family, one of the most powerful mafia clans, had been badly disfigured in a fire. His temper had grown brutal, and three fiancées had already been driven to terror. When the news reached the Deluca family estate, my so-called sister had collapsed in tears and begged me to take her place and honor the engagement. I had watched her act in silence before kicking her to the floor. I had said calmly, "When I was brought back into this family, you were afraid of losing your status. You rushed to secure the marriage alliance to protect your position. Now that your fiancé is disfigured and you can't bear to face that scarred monster, you want to shove me into the flames instead?" At that moment, my childhood sweetheart had burst through the door. He bent down and helped my fake sister to her feet, his concern plain to see. "Elena, don't be so ungrateful," he snapped. "This marriage was yours from the beginning. Now it's simply returning to its rightful owner. Tomorrow, I'll be holding a grand wedding with Rosa. As for you, you can obediently go and serve that monster." My parents had stormed in as well, pointing at me and cursing without restraint. As I looked at the selfish faces before me, I drew a slow breath. Resolve hardened in my eyes. "Fine," I had said quietly. "Then all of you can come down to hell with me."

Running from her abusive father straight into the arms of a werewolf Alpha? Not Cathy Freeman's smartest move. But when Magnus Stone finds her bleeding and broken on his territory, those molten amber eyes promise protection she's never known. Too bad the brooding Alpha is dead-set on keeping his distance—something about everyone he loves ending up dead. Real comforting. Except his dragon spirit didn't get the memo. The ancient power coiled inside him keeps manifesting around her, possessive and protective in ways that make Magnus lose his legendary control. And when Cathy discovers she can feel his dragon even when they're apart? When she starts channeling its energy herself? Yeah, they're both screwed. Her father's made a deal with Magnus's worst enemy, and they're coming for Luna Haven with everything they've got. Magnus can either keep pushing her away and watch his pack burn, or accept what his wolf and dragon have known all along: She's his mate. His weakness. His ultimate weapon. And when an Alpha with a dragon spirit finally claims what's his? The whole damn supernatural world better run. A scorching paranormal romance featuring a possessive Alpha who talks to dragons, a heroine who refuses to be saved, and enough heat to set the forest on fire. Trigger warnings: parental abuse (off-page), graphic violence, and explicit sexual content including possessive fated mate scenes that don't believe in slow burns.

She did the unthinkable for love and paid for it with eight years of silence. Evelyn married Anthony knowing his heart belonged to someone else. She told herself it was enough to be near him, to be his wife in name and raise their son. Meanwhile she forgot that love without being loved back is a slow kind of poison, and Evelyn has finally run out of time to pretend. The divorce papers are signed. The chapter is closed. Anthony spent eight years blaming Evelyn for the life he never wanted. He lost Sylvia, the woman who owned every corner of his heart, because of a single night he cannot take back. Now, with the ink barely dry on their divorce, Sylvia is back in the city, and Evelyn is suddenly a stranger wearing a cold, unreadable face he has never seen before. When Anthony reaches for the past he lost, a gunshot rings out at a memorial gathering, and a secret buried eight years ago begins to claw its way to the surface. A secret so ugly such that it will force every single person in this story to question what they thought they knew. Who really destroyed this family? Who has been lying from the very beginning? And when the truth finally breaks open, will Anthony choose the woman his heart never forgot, or the woman he never truly saw? Shattered by Choice is a gripping tale of betrayal, buried love, second chances, and the dangerous cost of choosing wrong. A story about the lie we call sacrifice, the truth we call love, and the day the two collide.

WARNING** If you are scared of Sin, LEAVE!! SURRENDER TO SIN is not suitable for under 18s and deadly for above 18. It contains explicit content and morally questionable themes. “Mmm, fuck,” Vincent groaned. “That’s it, girls. Worship your stepdaddy’s cock.” Clara pushed her head forward. She took more of his massive length in her mouth. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she kept going. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Sara continued sucking his balls, her tongue bathing them before she licked up the thick shaft. After a while, they switched places. Sara took his cock deep into her throat. His size made her choke. Clara took over his balls. She caressed them with her tongue until Vincent's legs shook. “Fuck, your mouths feel so good,” Vincent groaned. His hips pushed forward. He looked down at them, watching their beautiful faces work his cock. “You're such naughty little sluts for your stepdaddy.” SURRENDER TO SIN, contains 60 Stories that would keep your hands in your pants. One night is never enough. Dive into a world of unchecked desire and breathless encounters. From the heat of a forbidden office romance to the slow burn of a chance meeting someone you secretly desire and don’t know they desire you. Every story is a journey into the heart of passion and your secret desire. Are you ready to submit to sin?

"Wh.. who?" Before Jane could even repeat her words a dark silhouette started taking slow steps towards her, like a predator to its prey. The light from the night lamp fell on his sharp features making them clearer gradually. " Ad...Adrian...you!" Gulping hard she started taking steps backward unknowingly. " Why don't you love me, Jane?" His slurry voice gave a clear indication of his drunken state. " Adrian please, we can talk things out. Please listen to me...pl... please." Jane was terrified to her core when she realised he wasn't in his senses. Looking directly into her eyes Adrian smirked. Not his normal one. His face was showing disappointment, anger, rage, and one more thing. Amorous lust. His desire to claim her was so strong that anyone could see it through his eyes. ......... What happens when two people poles apart meet for the very first time? Spark flies, vibe generates, magical, right? But too bad of all of these are just one sided. Nothing will ever be the same when 28-year-old billionaire Adrian Alan Johnson meets 21-year-old Jane White for the very first time. Join the roller coaster ride of Adrian and Jane where passion will be stronger than ever, Love will blossom, the heart will be broken, jealousy will burn the soul, hatred will be born and something more and more intense will start spreading its web. Will it be able to take place in the other person's heart? Or will end up causing the ultimate catastrophic destruction?

When Prince Aurelian is dragged before the Alpha King Vael, bloodied and shackled, he expects to die. Vael’s pack razed his kingdom, slaughtered his people—and now, Aurelian is nothing but a spoil of war. But fate is cruel. The gods made Aurelian his mate. Vael should kill him. Instead, he stares at the prince’s trembling lips, the delicate curve of his throat, the fire in his eyes, and all he can think about is how cruel the gods are and badly he wants to ruin him. "You hate me?” Vael murmured as he loomed over me, brushing his lips over the edge of my jaw and to the tip of my fingers too slow, too deliberate. One hand pinned my chest. The other dragged down his body until he gripped the base of his cock, still slick and half-hard, veins bulging like it hurt to hold back. “Good,” he growled. “I want you weeping when I take you—cursing me through clenched teeth while I fuck the fury out of your bones.” But Aurelian is not some broken thing to be claimed. A voice calls to him in the dark, a forgotten god whispering promises of power, revenge and freedom. All Aurelian has to do is surrender. Let it in. Let it take control. As rebellion brews and lust poisons every breath between them, Vael’s wolf wants to claim. Aurelian wants to destroy. But the bond is stronger than hate—and hunger always wins.