Synopsis Stories Novels & Stories

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

Beta Ravi smiled back, fully embracing the joyous occasion ahead. He walked away, anticipation building for the upcoming celebration. Amidst the pack, a mini-feast was prepared to celebrate these positive developments. Alpha Dante stood before the pack members, his voice filled with joy and a sense of unity. "Dear pack," he announced, "Ruby and I are expecting an unborn child, a symbol of the unity between our worlds." The pack burst into celebrations, their joy overwhelming as they embraced the hope for a harmonious future. The unborn child became a beacon of reconciliation, shining brightly.

Making the woman scream hysterically. "It hurts. HELP!" her voice began to weaken. "That's what I want, you in pain. I like that," The guy took the knife from the victim's thigh. Then, he took the gun from his pants pocket. Stepping back a little, and... DOR... DOR... DOR... 3 shots right in the woman's head made her die instantly without a word. Meanwhile, the guy laughed in satisfaction, a real psychopath. "AAAAAA," Dita who witnessed it uncensored reflexively shouted loudly, a second later returned to closing her mouth, her tears began to fall.

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

His hand cupped my face, warm and certain, and for a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. When we finally parted, I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine a promise, a memory, a beginning. I looked down at the page. The ink had barely touched it, but it didn’t matter. For once, I didn’t need to write every detail. The story had already found its ending not in words, but in the spaces between them. And as Ethan’s fingers tightened gently around mine, I realized that sometimes, the truest stories don’t need to be told. They just need to be lived.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

I don't fully understand, but I think the house is the only thing that has colors. We continued talking about what just happened, but neither of us had a clue about why everything just suddenly gained colors. After all these years, why did this happen only now? After we ate, I washed the dishes while Aunt Autumn took a bath. Being alone with my thoughts really isn't going to help me understand what just happened. No matter how much I think about it, I can't understand an illness I know absolutely nothing about. While I wiped my hands right after washing the dishes, I could see an incoming call on my phone. It was Crimson.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.