Slow Horses Novels & Stories

TITLE: THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION Synopsis- Natalie a young and naïve girl was forced into a mafia family she never wanted by her mother, and now she loses her mother after the marriage of her mum and the mafia boss, she has no choice but to now live with her stepfather and brother. Her brother, Lucien on the other hand is a psychopath who loves her differently from ordinary brotherly love, the kind of love that can kill if anyone dares to breathe the same air as his step sister Natalie, he’s obsessive and possessive with Natalie and she feels somewhat suffocated by him not letting her talk to other guys and also not be clear with her about what he always do ------------------------------------- What do you mean…” he hits me with the whip again, harder this time “You only speak when spoken to” “But…” Another hit harder than the last across my skin, it stinged so badly, he spun me around to face him while my blindfold was still tied firmly “You seem to enjoy this, don’t you? I clearly said, disobedience attracts punishment, and you seem to still do it anyway” “I’m sor…” Another hit across my skin “Open up” I was confused thinking of what he meant then I felt his finger on my lips, slow and deliberate with each stroke “Open…up” I opened my mouth slightly, my heart racing in my chest then he stuck one finger in, I tried tilting my head backwards then he hit me with the whip one more time I let out a soft faint moan “Careful” He murmured behind me, his voice low and calm. “If you make noises like that again, I’ll take it that you are enjoying yourself”

They called her "mad." The woman who once ruled Zhou's halls with laughter and grace now sat hollow in a white cell. Rose Sallow had lost everything. Her inheritance. Her child... her little boy, whose last breath faded against her trembling arms after the poison took hold. Her husband, Duke Sallow, once sworn to never leave her, now stood beside another. Lisa Zhou. Her cousin. Her sister in all but blood Now the new "Madam Sallow." She was carrying Duke’s child, the 'heir' he publicly acknowledged as his first child, and Rose's son’s name was erased from the family records. In the mental hospital room, she laughed when they handed her the divorce papers. That night, Rose decided to end it all. But fate, cruel, capricious fate, had other plans. When her eyes fluttered open, she didn’t find herself among the angels. She was staring at her reflection in a golden mirror, and on the bed behind her was her wedding gown. It was her wedding day. A chance to change it all. To rewrite fate. But as she rose from the bed, a shiver crawled down her spine. There, on the vanity, a note written in red... "Congrats... You have been granted a second chance." Then came the knock. Three slow, deliberate taps on the door. She froze. “Lady Rose?” a deep voice called. It wasn’t Duke’s voice. Softer, steadier, yet commanding. “Forgive the intrusion, but… I couldn’t wait any longer.” She opened the door. Standing there was a man she had never seen before. He bowed slightly, eyes dark as midnight. “Marry me,” he said simply. In her first life, this had never happened. No mysterious man. No interruption. No warning. Why now?

His face was inches from mine. His breath ghosted over my lips—warm, whiskey-scented from dinner and my body remembered him instantly: the way he’d pinned my wrists, the slow grind of his hips, the filthy things he’d growled in my ear while I came apart beneath him. He leaned in. I felt the pull—like gravity, like hunger. My lips parted on instinct. Just one more inch and we’d be kissing again, messy and desperate, right here in his car like teenagers who couldn’t wait. But reality crashed in. I jerked back, pressing myself against the door. “We can’t.” His jaw ticked. “Why not?” "Because I practically raised you.” My voice shook. “Because your mom is my best friend and I'm way older than you..." "I don't care" he bit out, shocking me even further. "I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to know what wanting meant. And don’t pretend like you don't feel something too." Sophie helped raise him. She was there for homework, school runs, and the lonely years when his parents were too busy. To her, he was just her best friend’s son. Years later, she catches her husband cheating on their anniversary and loses her unborn child due to the shock, Sophie spends the night with a stranger that she never expects to see again. But the stranger is Antonio — the boy she once helped raise. Now he’s all grown up. Powerful. Successful. And off limits. She manages to escape from him — so she thinks — until days later, she gets hired in a fashion company where Antonio is the CEO.

"Good girl, now, call me daddy!" He whispers; his voice sexy as . "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He my forehead and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He enticingly traps me, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real, slow this time, Brie," he breathes. And slowly, he knocks on my sinful entrance of mahogany as he slowly pushes inside of me in ease into me until his length is fully buried in me. He was stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I complained again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. - Let's talk about the most powerful young bachelor, A business mogul of his time, Jonathan Christopher, De Leon. Combined, JACE DE LEON. After a failed attempt from high school, the courageous plus timid girl left him with a very challenging heart target hunt. A couple of years passed, his hunger for her supplemented after prowling her like what feels like forever, he yearns for her which leads to racing hormones and drifting dark desires of his very own Infatuations. How will the relationship between a powerful casanova and an elegant part-timer be restricted?

Forbidden Flames: Erotica Collection Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, taboo themes, power imbalances, and intense forbidden fantasies. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Forbidden Flames: Erotica Collection sets fire to raw, unapologetic short stories where desires ignite and boundaries burn. Behind every locked door, late-night office, shadowed corner, or family beach house, control crumbles and pleasure takes over. A rebellious student tempts her married professor into desk-bound ecstasy. Lifelong best friends confess hidden cravings in a champagne-soaked hotel suite. A protective older brother comforts his heartbroken sister until hugs turn carnal. A devoted wife teases her husband with filthy texts from a stranger’s lap, then rides while he watches in voyeuristic shadows. Step-siblings reunite and drown in years of unspoken lust. A tough cop “interrogates” a caught thief in her cruiser. A shy patient surrenders to her doctor’s dirty exam. Strangers collide on a rocking night train. A yoga instructor stretches more than posture in private sessions. A vampire claims his prey with hypnotic bites and thrusts. These tales are fast, filthy, and mercilessly hot—dominance that commands, submission that begs, risk that electrifies every touch. Possessive professors, teasing wives, forbidden siblings, power-play cops, and strangers who seize what they crave—no regrets, just sweat-soaked sin. No slow burn. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and desire that leaves you breathless and aching for more. If you crave professor pets, secret flames, sibling sins, cuckold thrills, and every taboo edge—Forbidden Flames will consume you. Steamy | Taboo | Forbidden | Professor | Best Friends | Siblings | Cuckold | Power Play | Risky Encounters | Dominant | Voyeuristic [Collection expanding with fresh heat 🔥]

Warning: This book is fucking disgusting. If the thought of getting your tight little holes stretched, used, and ruined makes you uncomfortable, close it right now and go read something vanilla. But if your pussy is already dripping and your thighs are squeezing together… keep reading, you filthy little slut. Throw away every safe, sweet romance you’ve ever touched. This collection doesn’t ask permission. It kicks the door down, grabs you by the hair, slams you face-down, and fucks you raw until you forget your own name. No slow burn. No gentle teasing. No fade-to-black bullshit. Every story starts fast, hits harder, and doesn’t stop until she’s spread wide open, stuffed full of thick cock, leaking load after load from every hole, and begging like a desperate whore for more. Stepdads and stepbrothers who double-team her while Mommy sleeps ten feet away, pumping her full of forbidden cum. Daddy’s closest friend blackmailing her with that slutty nude she accidentally sent, forcing her to cum on his fingers while Dad cheers at the TV inches away. Being gangbanged by drunk older men in the bar —every hole used, every load swallowed or pumped deep until cum runs down her thighs in thick rivers. Choking. Breeding. Gangbangs. Triple penetration. Degradation. Face-fucking. Raw, unprotected creampies that ruin you for any other man. If the thought of being held down and used without mercy while you cum so hard you see stars makes your cunt throb… You’re exactly where you belong. Turn the page, baby.. Your men are waiting. And they’re starving to wreck you...

Content Warning ⚠️ This series is extremely explicit and intended for mature audiences 18+ only. It contains graphic sexual content, intense taboo relationships, BDSM, power play, dubious consent, breeding, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ༺ ✦ ༻ Welcome to The Sex Chronicles: 100 Ways to Sin. Where lust devours morality and the most forbidden touch feels like heaven. Step into a world where desire refuses to stay hidden. Where a daughter’s pulse quickens every time her devastatingly handsome stepfather walks into the room. Where a straight best friend’s drunken kiss turns into nights of raw, confused, insatiable hunger. Where innocence is slowly stripped away, layer by layer, until all that remains is dripping need and sweet corruption. These one hundred stories don’t merely tease, they consume you. Good storyline wrapped around filthy, explicit encounters that will leave you breathless. The slow burn of forbidden longing finally exploding into rough, possessive fucking. The whispered confessions between tangled sheets. The power struggles that end with wrists pinned and bodies trembling in surrender. Imagine craving the one man you should never want… and finally letting him ruin you. Imagine watching your straight best friend drop to his knees for the first time, eyes dark with newfound lust. Professors. Mafia kings. Best friend’s fathers. Priests fighting their last shred of faith. Dominants who command total submission. Lovers who blur every line between pleasure and pain. Every story is dripping with sensual detail, slick skin, aching arousal, dirty promises moaned against heated flesh, and orgasms that shatter control. One hundred sins. One hundred delicious descents into pleasure. So tell me, love… How deep are you willing to fall tonight?

'What are you doing?' she asked, wondering why her heart was beating so fast. 'What does it look like?' he asked advancing towards her and finally backing her to the wall. 'I.. I don't know', she stammered. She who feared no one was suddenly very nervous and unsure. Why was he having such an unsettling effect on her? she wondered. Yet her body trembled with excitement. 'But you know you want me badly?' he asked, a slow dangerous smile playing around his lips, belting the desire that darkened his eyes. How did he know that? She thought she had done a great job of hiding it. 'I can smell it all over you', he said huskily as he deliberately moved his hand to her neck to draw her lips closer, while raising both her hands above her head with the other hand. 'Rest assured, I feel exactly the same way', he said, dipping his head and capturing her lips. 'Hmmm', she moaned. That was not the answer she was expecting but it would suffice for now. She had to assuage the hunger ravaging her body, driving her insane. If he really felt the same way she felt, love wasn't too farfetvhed, or was it? ***** Alpha Diana was kniwn as the Masked Alpha, a strong and formidable force to be reckoned with. An ice queen but that was until she started getting some strange mind links from a wolf to his dead mother and those mind links called out to her and she knew she had to help this grieving wolf heal. What she did not bargain for was that she would fall for him... **** He was a broken wolf, a Beta to his parents murderer, betrayed by his first Love. When he met Omega Diana, he felt his guard crumbling...

I’d just set sail to escort the cargo to the border when a Category 8 typhoon warning suddenly blared. I steer the ship back in the direction of the harbor, only to realize that the ship has run out of fuel. The distress beacon has been dismantled, too. Immediately, I pick up the radio and call the maritime rescuers for help. As soon as the call gets connected, I hear my wife, Melanie Watkins' mocking laughter instead. "I've already rewired the emergency number so that you can never reach the rescuers. Have fun surviving in the ocean!" Her student, Darell Parker, is with her as well. "Remember when you made fun of me for not knowing how to swim, Clifton? Well, now you're given the chance to show off your swimming skills! You can swim all the way back to the shore on your own! You'd better not be as slow as the sea turtles!" The waves have almost capsized the cargo ship. If I can't get rescued anytime soon, I'll end up dying in the sea. I can only grit my teeth before pleading to Melanie, "No one can possibly swim back to shore! Help me call the maritime rescuers—" But she laughs coldly in return. "Why do you need the rescuers' help? Didn't you say one must learn how to protect themselves? Now swim! "If you think the waters are too cold, then swim faster! Maybe you'll feel warmer the faster you swim!" I give up on arguing with Melanie. After that, I head toward the cargo area with a blade in hand and get ready to sever the ropes tying the cargo down. Said cargo contains the ransom money that's capable of saving Ella Zimmerman, the daughter of Hugh Zimmerman, the wealthiest man in Starbury.

Two years ago, Fabiola Cruz walked out of Alessandro’s life without warning, taking his heart and vanishing into the shadows. Now, he’s no longer the reckless man who once whispered forever into her skin. He’s Alessandro Armani, a ruthless billionaire kingpin feared across continents. He’s a feared Mafia Don with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. Love is a weakness. And Fabiola? She’s the ghost who made him ruthless. So when fate throws her into his world again, working as a waitress in a club, desperate to pay for her daughter’s hospital bills and pay her father’s debts. One night, thugs cornered her, and it's Alessandro who saves her. And he’s not interested in forgiveness. He wants her to be his mistress. And pawn. As past secrets resurface and enemies circle like wolves, Fabiola and Alessandro find themselves trapped in a game of lust, lies, and betrayal. Fabiola wants out of the business once she’s done, because of her daughter, but Alessandro calls her out. “Amore mio,” he smirked, his eyes gave me a thorough stare down. It was slow and deliberate. My heart was a high-speed train. I could feel my face burning, turning a shade that betrayed everything I was trying to hide. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.” He said. He stood and closed the gap between us. I tried to leave. “Stop!” and I froze. “Look at me.” It was an order, and I did exactly that. He gave me his evil half smile. “Fa,” he paused. “Bi,” another pause. “Ola,” he rasped. “You know you will always be mine,” he paused as if to let that sink in, with his laser icy blues staring right into mine. “Right?”