Soft Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This is my first time... it hurts... oh, it’s bleeding..." Allie winced as a cut from the kitchen knife throbbed on her finger. Liam glanced at her, his face full of concern, and applied the medicine with a sharp, almost angry tone: "I’ve told you not to go near the kitchen! Just tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it for you!" For Allie, her 20th birthday gift was discovering her boyfriend's betrayal with her best friend in bed. Furious, she turned her back on Nick and married Liam Hart, the city’s most influential and untouchable man. From that moment, she faced endless challenges: Nick’s constant manipulations, Liam’s family scheming against her, and the toxic people in their lives. Everyone sees Liam as the perfect, doting husband—no one knows the price she pays for his love. Exhausted, Allie faced Liam one night, her voice trembling with frustration: "Liam Hart, you are a monster in disguise." Liam, looking hurt, replied with a soft grin, “You wound me, darling. How could I possibly be a monster when I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you?”

"Tell me, Barbie…" Dante’s voice was a dark caress, low and sinful as he caged me against the wall. His fingers trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, making my breath hitch. "Are you trying to run from us… or are you waiting for one of us to catch you?" I hated how my body reacted, how warmth curled between my thighs despite the warning bells in my mind. "You’re trembling," Dante murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. Knox chuckled, his grip tightening. "You’re so soft, Little Moon. So easy to tease. Tell me…" His voice dipped lower, "Are you shaking because you’re afraid… or because you’re turned on?" A small gasp escaped before I could stop it. Adonis’s gaze darkened, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "We should punish her for trying to leave," he mused. Dante’s smirk was pure sin. "Oh, I have so many ideas." "We could tie her up," Knox added casually, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against my hip. "Make her beg for mercy." Three ruthless Alphas. Her step-uncles. Her fated mates. In her past life, Adonis, Knox, and Dante Logan hated her—tormented her, rejected her, and cast her aside. She died knowing they had never loved her. But fate has given her a second chance. Now, she’s running before they realize the truth—that she is their mate. Because once the Logan Brothers find out? They’ll never let her go.

Right before the last full-length practice exam ahead of the SAT, my boyfriend, Blake Romero, who had always ranked in the top ten, somehow ended up with a score of zero. His eyes were red as he clung to me, his voice shaking while he said he had developed severe test anxiety. "Samantha, there's no way I'll get in this year. Can you stay back and retake the year with me? I can't do this without you." Looking at how pale he was, I almost gave in. On my way to the school clinic to grab him some meds to calm his nerves, I accidentally overheard him talking to a girl from a poor family. "Blake, what if Samantha finds out you're lying to her?" His voice turned soft, almost indulgent. "Relax. She loves me so much that she would give up anything for me. Even if she finds out, so what? Besides, her family's loaded. Losing a year won't matter to her. Arrington University only has two spots this year. As long as Samantha doesn't take the exam, those spots are ours." Standing outside the door, I felt as if I had just had a bucket of ice poured over me. So this was his plan! He was willing to ruin my future just to clear the way for the girl he really cared about. What he didn't realize was that Arrington University had only ever been my backup, something I chose just to stay by his side. Without him dragging me down, I could aim for something better.

My husband, Garrett Kachmar, vanished overseas with his ex, Linda Sharpe. They left me with one thing—an illegitimate, screaming baby. Twenty years later, I posted that my "son" had passed his exams. He was joining the police force. That's when Garrett came back. With Linda. And a lawsuit. At the plaintiff's table, Linda looked polished—soft makeup, perfect posture. Her voice? Pure control. "After Garrett divorced, we got married and had a big, healthy boy. Jemma couldn't stand seeing us happy, so she stole our son. We searched for twenty years. She refuses to give him back. We're his biological parents. We have the right to take him." Garrett shot me a glare. "Jemma, just because you can't have kids doesn't mean you get to steal mine." The trial was livestreamed. The comments exploded. [Can't have your own kid so you steal one?] [You destroyed a family. Sick.] [Give him back to his real parents!] Then my "son" was called into the courtroom. And the whole room went dead quiet.

My fiancé, Aaron Willis, treated me like a prize he could toss across a poker table. One drink, one careless joke, and he lost me to his twin brother, Kevin Willis. They were both heirs to the Redwood Pack. I didn't cry or make a scene. I acted like I didn't know a thing and followed that quiet, cold wolf out the door. I stayed in his bed the entire night, tangled up with him until morning. At dawn, when Aaron came looking for me, I made sure I was wearing Kevin's shirt. Right in front of the staff, I let my voice turn soft and teasing as I complained about how out of control he had been the night before. Then I let one of Kevin's heirloom cufflinks slip loose and roll straight to Aaron's feet. His face went instantly gray, the arrogance in his eyes shattering. I rose onto my toes, slipped my arms around his neck, and murmured against his ear, "The way you had complete control over me last night… I really liked it."

To prepare for a baby, my wife, Daphne Sinclair, suggested we start working out together and keep each other accountable by tracking our daily step counts. While I was away on a two-week business trip, she ranked first on our Fitbit leaderboard every single night. Then one day, my neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag showed it was filmed right in the parking lot beneath my apartment. "Bro, impressive. Your wife's even hired a personal trainer for her workouts now? That Maybach suspension really hits different." In the video, a pink sports bra I had never seen before hung from the driver’s side window. The car rocked rhythmically, accompanied by Daphne's restrained yet excited breathing. I dialed her number. "Where are you?" Her voice turned soft and coy. "On the treadmill, sprinting. Honey, I'm working so hard for our baby." "Really?" I chuckled. "You've worked so hard the entire neighborhood knows about it." Holding the phone, I said slowly, word by word, "Open the door. I'm bringing you a towel."

“Beg properly,” he growled. “Please, Daddy,” I cried, voice breaking. “Please fuck your little brat’s tight pussy. I’ve been so bad—punish me with your cock. Stretch me open and fill me up. I’ll be good, I promise—just please fuck me hard.” At home, where secret desires burn hot, WET FOR DADDY brings you a hot collection of forbidden stories. Young stepdaughters grow up under the strong gaze of their powerful stepdaddies. Soon, care turns into raw hunger and wild need. From the busy boss who takes his naughty stepdaughter on his big desk, to the tough rancher who shows his curious girl how to ride more than horses — these tales dive deep into naughty, throbbing lust. Every soft “good girl,” every firm hand, and every secret night touch leads to explosive pleasure that breaks all the rules. Steamy, bold, and deliciously wrong, this book gives you pure taboo fun that will leave you wet, breathless, and wanting more. Give in to your darkest stepdaddy dreams — no shame, just hot, dripping fantasy.

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh. Lucian and Jamil roared with me. Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard. Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership. Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat. Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly as she placed her hands on the hard surface of his chest. "I don't want you to run this time." He responded. She could feel the deep rumble of his voice through his chest as she slid her hands down an inch over his pectoral muscles. It was an involuntary move but as she felt his chest flex beneath her touch, she couldn't help but feel proud that she caused a reaction in him. His breath fanned over her lips and subconsciously her tongue darted out to wet them. "You don't want me to run?" Juliet asked as she regained her footing, and he slid his hands up to her rib cage slowly. "No." His voice was hard and firm. "No running." "No running from what?" She knew what he was saying but she wanted him to do something about it. It was a burning need racing through her body. Her eyes closed as the tip of his nose brushed against hers. "Me." At that moment her world stopped, and she refused to wait a second longer. She eagerly pressed forward to grab his lips with her own. They were soft and warm, but she only had a moment to dwell on that fact before he kissed her back with a heavy passion. One of his hands left her side to weave its way into her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. ❤️ He was dangerous, she just didn't know it. He was willing to give up everything for her. All he wanted was a woman he could call home. What happens when she learns his secret? What happens when his secret risks her life?

BLURB “This…this is wrong.” I whispered, shivering as Rowan’s fingers traced along the lines of my slit. “Wrong?” Ellis’ lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Honey, forbidden is what makes it irresistible.” Noah’s lips grazed my ear, his warm breath fanning my ears as his soft voice slipped in. “And you’ll learn… We take what we want.” ***** Isla North had always followed her brother's rules, until she tasted what it was like to break them. Her brother, Asher North, captain of the college hockey team, made one rule when his sister resumed freshman year: “You can fuck with other girls for all I care, but do not go close to my sister.” They all easily agreed; after all, brotherhood came first. Until three men broke that rule—his best friends. Rowan, the teasing and sinfully hot strategist. Ellis, the calm, gorgeously hot destruction, and Noah, the reckless, untamed, and sexily wild. Between secret locker room encounters, broken rules, and nights ending in trembling submission, Isla discovers that forbidden desire is intoxicating and dangerous. The ice isn’t the only thing Isla is playing on. Power, lust, and obsession blur the lines, and once she surrenders… there’s no going back.