Slow Pacing Novels & Stories

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

“I’ll rip every vein from his body,” he said so calmly, like we were discussing the weather while keeping a firm grip on my thighs. “And make you a necklace out of it” “You’re talking about my husband...mmmm” I whispered before it turned into a moan because he started drawing slow circles on my clict. “I’m talking about my father. The Godfather" He said matter of factly "Now be a good girl and stay still so I can finish my lunch” before I could say anything in response he lowered his head between my thighs. ~~~~~~~~ Kiara had spent her entire life trying to be the perfect daughter even when it cost her everything. Forced into marriage with the Godfather of Italy, a man who is three times her age , she learns quickly how to play her role to stay alive. The perfect wife. Until he walks into her life. Again. A Man she shouldn't want but yet is everything she needs. They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground. Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her. Either way, she’s already ruined. Because Kiara is not just hiding her feelings,she is hiding a secret that could change both her life and her Stepsons .

Title: Ex Husband Wants Me Back: He Regretted It After I Left Subtitle: Betrayed, Broken, and Reborn—She Returned for Justice, Not Love… Until He Found Her Again. GENRE: Dark Billionaire Romance TROPES: Divorced / Betrayal / Running Away / Strong Female Lead Rebirth / Chasing the Wife Back / Second Chance Romance / Love Triangle / Slow Burn / Jealousy / Ex-Husband Redemption / Dark Secrets SETTING / LOCATION Primary Locations: New York City, USA Wealth, power, corruption, and Ashley’s painful past. Alvin’s control, Elena’s influence, Patrick’s empire. California (New City): Where Ashley gets her rebirth and transformation, and builds her company in tech innovation. Hidden Underground Facilities: Locations of a human trafficking ring where prominent women are used, ruined, abused, killed, or shipped off. About the book: Ashley Wellspring was once a loving wife who gave up her dreams for love only to be betrayed and broken by her husband, Alvin. After disappearing and rebuilding herself into a powerful, globally recognized woman, she returns not for love, but for revenge. But everything changes when the truth begins to unravel. Her ex-husband, who once destroyed her, now desperately wants her back. A new man offers her safety and genuine love. And behind it all lies a dark organization that connects every betrayal she endured.

“Please don’t go,” Ric said to me gazing into my eyes with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “You said I am free to go so why are you still trying to hold me back?” I asked him, a little bit agitated. “Because I love you, Val. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw my men bring you into my home when I ordered your kidnap,” Ric said and began taking slow and steady steps toward me, while I took steps backward. This time around his eyes darkened and all I could see in them was lust. My body began to quiver with desire, in anticipation of what he would do next. Ricardo D’Arezzo is the ruthless mafia King who is merciless to those who offend and cross his path, but then Valentina Dimaria shows up in his life after he others for her kidnap because her uncle kills his Mom and tries to take away his Mafia King position, the only person he cherishes in life..... He falls in love and Valentina who was the first to fall in love with him, but the question now is will he allow his love for Valentina to quench his thirst for vengeance? What would happen when he learns about a secret about Valentina that even she doesn't know about herself?

“This isn't right—,” my voice cracked, slow moans slipping through my lips. “Sienna—” he called, his husky voice like hushed whispers in my ear. “Why….why do you say so? You don't want me? Don't you like what I do to you? The way I touch you….” He didn't stop. His fingers kept working their magic inside of me, slipping in and out in a pace I wouldn't call gentle. “I—I. S—Soren!” I jerked when he dipped deeper, hitting my core. “Sshhh….” Finally letting my pussy free, he lay me flat on the bed, my body stark naked before him. Sweaty and dripping hot with an ache for ecstasy. “Daddy wants you and you wouldn't argue, okay?” I nodded, without further hesitation. He had so much control over me. One I couldn't handle. He was so possessive. Fucking domineering. But I liked it, even though he was my stepbrother. Even though I knew this was so wrong. ***** Stuck between two stepbrothers. Sienna is left to make a decision, would she give in to the forbidden desires building within her? And when she chooses at last who will it be? The one who makes her heart flutter and her pussy drip or the one that wraps shield around her like a cardigan in winter?

SECOND CHANCES AT SUNRISE Years ago, Yara and Jamal were young, in love, and certain about forever—until life pulled them apart. Their relationship didn’t end in chaos, but in painful silence. Jamal, determined to build an empire, chose ambition when fear whispered that love would slow him down. Yara, brilliant and proud, walked away without demanding the closure her heart quietly begged for. Now, Jamal Adeyemi is a confident and charismatic CEO—one who commands industries, decisions, and attention. Success follows him everywhere, yet something essential has always felt missing. Yara, now a celebrated designer, has built her own creative world with warmth, resilience, and independence. Her heart didn’t turn cold—it simply learned caution. Fate reunites them over cinnamon-flushed coffee in Lagos. The spark remains, but neither believes that old love guarantees a new beginning. This time, Jamal does not rush or assume. He shows up—with patience, sincerity, steady action, and emotional wisdom he once lacked. Lunch dates lead to long conversations, honest moments, and a healing coastal getaway where past wounds finally find voice. But second chances demand more than nostalgia—they require trust rebuilt, fears confronted, and love proven through presence and honesty. In rediscovering each other, Jamal and Yara learn that the safest kind of forever isn’t loud—it arrives like sunrise: Soft. Steady. Certain. Earned.

I went into labor. And my mate, Alpha Alistair, locked me in a silver cage. The bars throbbed with curse runes, burning my skin. He did it for Livia. His dead brother's mate. Her pup had to be born first. That's when I learned the truth. He'd been poisoning me for months. All to make sure Livia's child would be the next Alpha. He called it "calming tea." A daily dose of poison to slow my pup's growth and delay my labor. But my body had other plans. My pup refused to wait. I went into labor at the same time as Livia. When he found out, he accused me of faking it. Of begging for sympathy. He let them poison me with wolfsbane. I lost my pup. A piece of my soul died with him. With my last breath, I reached out. To the one person who could save me. My brother, Alpha King Lucian. He came like a storm of rage. He burned the packhouse to the ground, with me inside. A phantom fire for all to see. Then, he plucked me from the flames. Only then, surrounded by the smoking ruins of his pack, did Alistair fall to his knees. His howl of regret tore through the night. For 99 days, he howled at the moon. Begging the Moon Goddess to return just a sliver of my soul.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone thought I would choose Apollo Olympion, the radiant heir of the sun god and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he gained Zeus’s favor, sacred estates, and the right to rise above every divine heir. But after our marriage, he gave his sunlight to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter drove her away, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He humiliated me, broke me, and finally let my sacred medicine become slow poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring inside me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. So before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion, the last blood of Hades. The cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered. “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Funny. That wasn’t who you chose last time.”

“You taste so good Meadow baby” He groaned as his tongue dug deeper into her. “Please don’t stop, Please.” She begged her back arching off the office desk. “Be a good girl for me and spread your legs wider baby” He whispered as his nose pressed into her. “Yes sir” She barely spoke out. The billionaire CEO Jamey Salvador is shackled to an arranged engagement with Debby Hester, the ice-cold heiress who needs this merger to go as planned. She wants his company and his last name and will stop at nothing to get it. In the Solitude of his building, he bets his best friend that he can get the uptight, rule-following Meadow White, His new secretary, into his bed before the next quarter closes. Easy win. James was supposed to collect his winnings, marry Debby, and walk away. Instead, he’s catching feelings for the one woman who was never supposed to matter. He has to decide his fate: Hand his empire and his soul to a woman who’ll bleed him dry or prove the man who made the bet is gone, and the one who’d burn his empire down to keep her is real. Tempeted by the Tycoon is an office romance with a billionaire boss, a secretary heroine, a Steamy office erotica, a nail-biting slow burn, one cruel bet, one villainous fiancé, and a fall that could ruin them all.

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.