The House In The Pines Novels & Stories

🔔🔔 Fair warning: this book contains steamy scenes, forbidden desires, stepdad and daughter taboos and languages strictly 18+ When desire crosses the line, hearts are bound to burn. Isabella has always lived in the shadow of control until one night shatters every boundary she thought she could keep. Drawn to a man she can’t have, she’s caught between guilt and a passion that refuses to die. But when betrayal seeps into their secret world, love turns to obsession. A woman scorned, a man torn between two dangerous desires and a house that hides more than one sin beneath its roof.

They say temptation is a sin. But what happens when temptation lives in your house, confesses in your church, or sleeps in the next room? Untamed Desires is a collection of ten forbidden stories that burn with lust, shame, and secrets too dark to confess. From stepfathers and best friends’ fathers to priests, professors, lovers who should never touch, irresistible male-male attraction, and more — each story drags you deeper into a world where boundaries are broken and the only rule is that there are none. These aren’t just love stories, they are obsessions. And once you start, you’ll understand why some sins were never meant to be forgiven.

Androkles: I am Lord Androkles, heir of Ares and son of former Lord Zeus. I've spent a lifetime in the shadow of a prophecy told long ago. All of Olympus believes I am the harbinger of their doom, The Destroyer. Is my fate set in stone? It always felt like it until I met her. Ismene-Eirene: I am Ismene-Eirene, daughter of a prominent horse breeder of House Poseidon. My life has been spent feeling like a bird in a cage. I thought nothing could ever free me from that cage. A night of chaos and bloodshed led me to The Destroyer. Can he destroy this cage?

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

My father raised me on one principle: fair exchange. If I wanted anything, I had to earn it myself. Fifty cents for washing the dishes. A dollar for mopping the floor. Five dollars for a perfect score on a test. To buy the pair of white sneakers I had been dreaming of, I spent three months collecting recyclables. In that house, I lived like a pieceworker, paid by the task. It was not until my senior year of high school that everything began to crack. I collapsed during morning study, my body worn down by years of malnutrition. The doctor said I needed better nutrition. My father stood by my hospital bed and started doing the math. "Three hundred for the hospital stay. Two hundred for medication. Chester, this all goes on your tab for the future." I turned my head and saw a boy in a school uniform in the next bed. His father was feeding him spoonfuls of chicken soup, his eyes red with worry. In that moment, the world I had known for 18 years fell apart. It turned out not every child had to earn their parents' love. After I was discharged, I went home and saw the pair of designer sneakers on my brother's feet; it was worth thousands. That was when I finally woke up. I tore up the family photo and, without hesitation, applied to the college farthest from home. Ten years later, my father called me in tears. My brother had taken all his retirement savings, sold the house, and run off with his girlfriend. He was left with nothing. No home. No one. I smiled and tossed him a rag. "Want a place to stay? Sure. It's 50 cents per window. Earn your own rent."

Jasmine tried to save her relationship with her husband, but it still led to divorce. Jasmine and Travis have been sweethearts since college. After graduation, he proposed to her, and she agreed happily. After four years in a relationship, her husband slowly changed. She was often ignored, and he was always busy with work. Despite being sad and puzzled, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry with her husband. One day, she found out that her husband was having an affair with another woman. She was deeply hurt. She couldn’t continue anymore. She signed the divorce paper and left their house without knowing she was carrying his child.

My husband and mother-in-law fell off the cliff in my past life. I was pregnant and fell into a coma. I could not take the blow and had a miscarriage. A few days later, the neighbors informed me that my child could not be saved and urged me to see him for the last time. The corpses of my husband and mother-in-law were nowhere to be found. A year later, our house was demolished. However, I accidentally consumed paraquat. I saw my husband and my mother-in-law when I was dying. "Finally, we got rid of you. My grandson and my daughter-in-law can finally marry." Next to my mother-in-law was Jessie Charles, the girl next door, and a little boy.

Marsai was the only werewolf that can’t shift. After the death of her parents, she is taken to the pack house as a servant where she is tortured and used as a punching bag. During the annual Omega auction in her pack, she is being auctioned off to a group of Alphas. She didn’t expect Alpha Asher, the evil and sick lycan king who is said to have a harem, to bid the highest and buy her. When Alpha Asher finds out she is his mate, will be be able to resist the mate bond even though she didn’t have a wolf, or will he reject her like he did to his past mates? Read to find out.

Alpha Ricardo believes in an eye for an eye. He treats me like a mirror—whatever pain my brother causes his sister, Ricardo reflects onto me. But what happens when the mirror shows a lie? Maria has fooled the entire pack. She has convinced her brother that she is a victim, when she is actually the villain. Now that I’m carrying Ricardo’s heir, I’m caught in a crossfire of hate and obsession. With my brother’s life on the line and a vengeful husband at my door, I must find the proof to break Maria’s spell. In a house built on secrets, the truth is the only weapon I have left.

Clouderton, Carmoria. Three days after we got our marriage certificate, Jason casually dropped that he'd handed the keys to our new place... to his ex, Nina Zeller. I clenched my jaw. "So you just HAD to give our house key to your poor, delicate ex?" He sighed. "She needed surgery. It was urgent. I'll get it back after." I stared at him. That blank, serious face? I actually laughed. I own a ton of properties. Even my managers have to book time to get in. But Jason? First guy with the nerve to sneak his ex into my home.