The Filthy Thirteen Book Novels & Stories

“It’s not required. Just something a little different. For students who want to challenge themselves.” “What kind of different?” She walked over to the second chair, the one she usually offered students, and picked up a slim, old paperback with worn spine and no title on the front. “It’s a short piece,” she said, holding it out to me. “Translated from French. Originally banned. Very descriptive language. Lots of… subtext.” I took the book and flipped it open to the first page. Then I stopped. The first line read: She parted her thighs slowly, waiting for the warmth of his mouth to find her.

Once I was done, I took a long shower and put on one of the filthiest nightgowns I had. I had bought it a few months ago but never had the opportunity to use it. It was completely see through and it barely covered my ass. It was black and it was tied in front with a bow. I made sure not to wear any underwear and I covered it up with one of my more decent black cover-ups.

When Marcus noticed I no longer threw myself at him and tried to touch me one night, I pushed him away coldly. “Not in the mood.” Inside, I smiled, fingering myself later while replaying Damien stretching me open. My dirty secrets made me constantly wet. I embraced the disobedience completely. I had become a filthy, disobedient queen of my own dark cravings. Embracing humiliation, fingering, and endless pleasure. Damien had no idea what he’d unleashed.

“Look at what a perfect little whore you’ve become on your wedding night.” I did look. My makeup was ruined, mascara streaked down my cheeks. My tits bounced with every thrust. Cum from earlier rounds still glistened on my skin. And between the three of them, I looked… Ruined,Alive. The pleasure built fast and vicious. I came hard around their cocks, moaning around Alaric’s shaft as my body shook. They didn’t stop. They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear.

Victor hadn’t come home in three days. The silence in the penthouse had become a living thing that felt less like peace and more like a slow, suffocating emptiness. It clung to the walls and pressed into the corners like invisible smoke, curling under the doors and settling deep in her lungs. Ivy sat curled on the edge of the living room chaise with a book open across her lap. The pages were tilted toward the light, but her eyes had long since stopped reading. The words no longer made any sense to her. They drifted in front of her as meaningless shapes and hollow dialogue.

Natalie clutched the stool tight with both her hands to gain some strength before she could stand up. Theo pulled out. He got some tissues from the table and cleaned himself. Natalie stood up, knowing well how she must be looking like, because she could feel his hot seed dripping down her thigh. Maybe the newspaper was right, she was a dirty, dirty girl, but not a secret anymore, and he was forbidden anymore.

Chapter 3: Second Half Craving The third quarter had started on the TV, but the score no longer mattered. Mike and Derek lay tangled on the cum-and-oil-soaked couch, chests heaving, bodies glistening under the flickering light of the football game. Derek’s thick cock was still half-hard and leaking against Mike’s thigh, while Mike’s own dick rested heavy and spent across his abs, twitching at the slightest movement. The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin.

Toxic secret threesome between stepdaughter, her stepdad, and her own mom, or a girl who gives heavy, forbidden touch of her best friend's Dad. See what happens when a neighbor’s husband takes what he desires on his matrimonial bed. Topping off in an unhinged, all-out family gangbang where every single boundary is destroyed. Every dirty forbidden dynamic you have been too ashamed to type into a search bar is waiting for you here. Warning: Once you open this book, you won’t want to stop. Dare to dive in… and let your sins set you free. If you like your heroine being ruined, and your plots completely unhinged, click on READ NOW and surrender to your darkest desires.

Your dedication never goes unnoticed, and it’s because of you that these stories continue to breathe. But don’t get too comfortable. Because what’s coming next goes deeper… darker… and far more dangerous. Welcome to FILTHY CRAVINGS a new dimension where restraint fractures, desire sharpens, and nothing is written to be gentle. This series will be bolder, hotter, and more intoxicating than anything I’ve released before. So get your coins ready. Steel your hearts. And prepare yourselves. This year, I’m not holding back and neither are my characters. With all my love and appreciation,

The night was dark as coal. Whitney leaped onto the roof like a cat. Soon, she came to the ruins in the north of the city. After lifting a mud tile, she saw Sis Thirteen standing in the middle of the house. She was still alive. The men all around her considered her their leader. “Young Miss,” the men said while bowing in front of Lil Thirteen. Lil Thirteen angrily reprimanded them, “Who asked you to come here? I’m doing fine. My adoptive parents are kind toward me. I just want to live an ordinary life “