Spoon-fed Romane & Geschichten

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.

War is coming, and this time it is more than personal. For generations, the Stormborn lineage has carried one story like a scar, the former Draconis destroyed their empire and left their bloodline in ruins. The Red Alpha grew up on that story. He was raised on it. Fed with it. Every lesson, every battle, every scar carved one belief into him, when the Draconis rises again, it must be put to death. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the new Draconis is Lyra. She doesn’t fully understand what she is yet. She only knows she’s being hunted. Villages are being wiped out. Borders are closing. The wolf clan are preparing for open war. The vampire council is divided, each elder with their own hidden agenda. And somewhere deep within the forbidden forests lies a power that could either protect her or expose her. The Red Alpha knows more than he admits. He knows what the last Draconis did. He knows secrets about Lyra’s blood that even she doesn’t know. And he is not just preparing for battle. He is preparing revenge. As the Blood Eclipse approaches, alliances will begin to crack, previous betrayals will surface again, and the truth about the former Draconis will threaten everything. Because this isn’t just history repeating itself. This is unfinished hatred. And when Lyra finally steps into the fire, the world will learn whether she is their salvation... Or the final mistake.

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end. It was known to the people of Mistvale that the granddaughter of Terry Sims was untouchable. Due to my congenital heart disease, he reluctantly sent me abroad for medical treatment. After my surgery, I rushed back to his side for his birthday, thinking of giving him a surprise. However, I was mistaken for a gold digger by a carer and locked in the basement. “Of all the things you can do for your age, you throw yourself at men. Since your parents won’t restrain your behavior, I’ll have to do it for them.” She pulled out my tongue, dumped acid all over me, and dug out my snewly transplanted heart to give as a birthday gift to my grandfather, who had been waiting for my return. “Mr. Sims, the skank tried to impersonate Ms. Sims, but I got everything sorted out for you.”

I was sent to evaluate him. Now, he’s the one judging my soul. As a psychologist for the Pacific Behavioral Unit, I deal with the most dangerous shifters in the Territories. But Mason Cross isn’t just a prisoner. He’s the King of the West Coast, a lethal Alpha with emerald eyes that don’t just look at me—they strip me bare. One mistake in a silver-lined cell, and I’m no longer the doctor. I’m the prey. When a night at the Velvet Moon turns into a bloodbath, Mason doesn't just save me—he claims me. He hauls me to his brutalist fortress on the cliffs, a world of glass, salt, and ancient wolf laws. He says he’s protecting me from the Lunar Syndicate. He says I’m his prisoner for my own safety. But as his hands find the curve of my waist and his teeth graze the pulse point of my throat, I realize the "Mask of Civility" is slipping. Behind the tailored suits and the CEO title is a beast that hasn't fed in a long time. I have a silver blade in my stays and a secret in my blood that could burn the Territories to the ground. But when the moon rises over the Cross Estate, I don’t want to run. I want to see if the King of the Ferals bites as hard as he barks. High stakes. Raw instinct. A love that draws blood.

After a brutal rogue attack leaves her family slaughtered and her pack in ruins, Racheal is forced to flee. Her mother’s final wish sends her to the Blue Moon Pack, where she’s promised protection through marriage to the young Alpha, Ezekiel. At first, it seems like a chance to heal. But within weeks, the dream turns cold. Ezekiel is distant, cruel, and completely entangled with his lover, Lucy a woman whose smile hides something far darker. Cast aside and humiliated, Racheal is left to suffer in silence, a forgotten bride in a pack that was never truly hers. Until the night she uncovers a letter hidden in a forgotten room. It changes everything. The letter is from Lucy and it reveals a devastating truth: she was the one who betrayed Racheal’s pack. She fed information to the rogues. She helped orchestrate the attack. And she’s been manipulating Ezekiel from the beginning, tearing the Blue Moon Pack apart from within. But what none of them know is this: Racheal didn’t come to the Blue Moon Pack empty-handed. She carries the untapped wealth and legacy of her bloodline, and something even more dangerous a power quietly chosen by the Moon itself. They tried to break her. They tried to erase her. But she’s still standing. And now, she’s done hiding. Now she’s coming back with fire in her veins and vengeance in her name.

Bianca Acetta, the daughter of a notorious Sicilian mobster, is fed up with her father's sinful life. So, she runs away and disguises herself as an ordinary girl. Unfortunately, Bianca was caught by social services and entered the foster parent program. The fierce and martial arts savvy Bianca is forced to pretend to be a nerd, after repeatedly changing foster parents, due to her bad temper. Until she met a widowed archaeologist who was different from her previous foster parents. Bianca felt very attached to this widow, so she tried to be a good kid who was calm and didn't like fighting. But then along comes a young man named Marco Romano, who messes with Bianca and gets her into trouble with the local cartel. Marco is the son of a tough cop. He doesn't actually know much about the mafia. Bianca, on the other hand, knows the ins and outs, but pretends to be naive. They will solve their problems while growing the seeds of love between them. Later, it is revealed that the widowed archaeologist is a secret agent who wants to arrest Matteo Acetta, Bianca's father. Again, Bianca runs away because she thinks Marco can't accept her status as the son of a mobster. Finally, the secret agent managed to catch Matteo and still wanted Bianca as his foster child and Marco did not mind Bianca's status but was even amazed to have a badass lover.

Step into a world of daring, uninhibited, and boundless short stories. In this collection, experience the raging desire that each character feels deep within. Whether it's a chance encounter between strangers, a dark romance where he finally drags her to bed and has his way with her, or simply giving in to a temptation you can't control, each story pulls you deeper. If you're looking for a combination of intrigue, burning tension, desire, and emotional pull that will make your heart race, this compilation is perfect for you. * Sample stories: Two Mafia Lords Want Me- Two Ruthless Mafia Lords wanted to claim her. But why fight if they can... share her? Shared by the Boyband- She pretended to be her twin brother, only to find herself lost in lust. She found herself being shared between breaks and concerts. Kissing My Bully- She finally had enough of her bully and gave him a kiss that left him wanting more. They soon engaged in hot moments in quiet classrooms, trying so hard not to make any noise. The Chambermaid's Virginity- Her boss, her crush was finally in front of her, but she got scared and hid from him. He chased her around and remembered her scent, promising to take what she treasured most. Succubus vs University Boys- A succubus entered a university and punished mischievous boys... in every way they wanted and fed from their never-ending lust.

On the day I donated my kidney, I never thought my wife, Rebecca Tanner, would cut open her own heart and confess her regrets. After all, she had staged her own death in a bombing, all so she and Mason Sanders could test my loyalty. All she left me was two billion in gambling debt and a contract selling me into slavery. The creditor said they would leave her body in the grave and spare it from being fed to the hyenas. But to do that, I had to sign a contract with my blood and become their pet from then on. After that, I was locked in an iron cage beneath an underground fighting ring. By day, they chained me up and forced me to lick the blood from the winners' shoes. At night, they injected me with drugs and threw me into the fighting ring, turning me into a living toy for the wealthy to bet on. One broken rib doubled the stakes. One lost tooth added another ten thousand dollars. When I heard that my parents had been stripped and thrown into the mouth of a volcano alive, I broke completely. Covered in blood, I snapped the iron chain and rushed to the volcano. Instead, I found my "dead" wife gently lighting Mason's cigarette. Mason puffed out a ring of smoke and sneered. "We still have ten seconds left on the bet, Rebecca. You've lost."

For three years, Hannah learned how to disappear. She wore what Daniel chose. Cut her hair when he said it looked “better.” Drank the herbal mixes he prepared every night…small, careful doses that kept her body obedient while quietly stealing her chance at motherhood. He called it balance. He called it care. She called it marriage. She was wrong. Daniel isn’t just cheating. He is engaged to her cousin, Grace. The toddler Hannah helped raise isn’t her nephew. He is Daniel’s son…conceived the same month Hannah walked down the aisle. And the reason Hannah never got pregnant? It was never fate. It was control. Daniel believed he was untouchable. At work. At home. Everywhere that mattered. He forgot one thing. Alexander Mercer. When the truth of Hannah’s life collides with the man Daniel fears most, pity is not what follows. Power is. Alexander offers Hannah a position that places her directly above her husband…and a public role beside him that shields her while Daniel’s world begins to fracture. Hannah doesn’t leave quietly. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t forgive. She stays. She rises. She watches. Because revenge isn’t loud. It’s strategic. And the most satisfying kind is served by the same hands that once fed you poison.

On the day of her wedding, Elena Bianchi was left standing alone in a church. For the nineteenth time, Don Giovanni Rossi failed to appear. His excuse was the same as always—Lina was 'dying' again. This time, the humiliation went further. While Elena waited in her wedding dress, a video call arrived. On the screen, the lace veil her mother had left her—the one promise Elena had sworn to keep—was being torn apart by Lina’s dog as Lina laughed and urged it on. Giovanni followed with a careless apology. He promised to buy her a better one. That veil had been the last thing her mother ever gave her. Elena did not cry. She did not argue. Instead, she made a call no one in the Italian underworld dared to make. Seven years later, the Rossi family had fallen. Their power was gone. Their allies had turned away. And Giovanni—once untouchable—stood among the defeated, waiting to receive the Donna of the most powerful Mafia family. He never expected it to be Elena. Now married to Rafael Bellini, Elena was no longer the woman abandoned at the altar. She was Bellini’s Donna—calm, ruthless, and beyond his reach. The veil that had once been fed to a dog had become a crown. And the man who had destroyed her was now her enemy. In a world ruled by bloodlines, loyalty, and vengeance, Elena proved one unbreakable truth: A woman cast aside by a Mafia king did not disappear—she rose, and she returned as his reckoning.