Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

The day Lorenzo got kidnapped by a rival family, I found out I was three months pregnant. I took the million dollars his father offered, and I ran. The next time we met, I looked him in the eye and told him I'd been a mole for the rival family the whole time. He was chained up in a cellar, staring at me through the iron bars utterly despairing. He said he'd kill me himself, and then grind my bones to dust. Seven years later, when I saw him again, there was a beautiful woman on his arm. They were getting married. And I was so far down I had to beg him for a loan. He pulled out a thick stack of bills. Lit it on fire right in front of me. He said he'd rather burn it than give it to some whore feeding another man. He didn't know I was begging because my son was dying. His son too.

Sehrize, as a national intelligence agent (NIA), was involved in the murder of her boyfriend who was a mafia leader. To save her daughter from the enemy, she decided to take her daughter to a man who had thick blood from Natallie,he is Mr.Groddy. However, the first flight when Sehrize returned to Switzerland, ruined Groddy's marriage to a woman.Sehrize also said that Natallie was Groddy's biological daughter in front of the invited guests.The man's anger could not be contained when the family's screams sounded hysterical, he immediately dragged Sehrize and Natallie out of the room.However, the DNA test results stated that Natallie was Groddy's biological daughter.How did the man feel when he found out that his ex-girlfriend had his child? And how do they feel after five years apart, then meeting again?Could it be that Sehrize still harbors feelings of love for the man she saw with eyes, having gotten married? Everything really makes the heart want to know their relationship in the future. Happy reading.

“I am Alora Printer, Luna of the SilverClaw Pack and I demand you release me now!” I started, and those thick slashed brows raised in amusement. “Now, isn't that a delight? A Luna, caught in my rusty little cage with ugly metallic shackles around your fancy royal hands. Should we be afraid, Your Highness? Borrow weapons from our neighbors and sharpen our fangs as we await our impending doom?” His sarcasm was insulting, and had I not been in chains, I might have smacked him across the face for daring to mock me. ******** Betrayed by her husband, who heartlessly sent their five-year-old daughter into the forest to pick fruits for his mistress, Alora seeks vengeance, after her little girl is torn to shreds but her quest is derailed when Randall, the Alpha of Night Terrors, captures her. As ancient secrets unfold, Alora must choose between revenge and redemption, and decide if her sworn enemy is her greatest foe or soulmate.

What would you do when you find out that, the man who stole your first kiss, whom you lost your virginity to was your best friend's Father! ***************** The pace of his thrusts increased, the only sound breaking the thick silence of the night, coming from his balls hitting my center. His large hands pinning my weight down on to the bed, muffling my screams in the process. We were threading on a thin line. His daughter, my best friends was just next to us, sleeping in the other room. I wondered how she hadn't yet been alerted by our love making. What would she say, if she had discovered me in such a position with her father! Deeper and deeper he went, making it harder and harder for me to hold in my cries. "Shh!" He whispered, his warm breath rubbing on my cheek. "You don't want to wake up your friend now, do you!"

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

Seventeen‑year‑old Raven has spent her whole life drifting through the foster system, never staying long enough to call anywhere home. With her eighteenth birthday—and the end of state support—only weeks away, she’s sent to the strange little town of Hallow’s Edge, a place obsessed with Halloween and thick with secrets. The Connors, her new foster family, are nothing like the others. Warm. Protective. Magical. And their son Noah? He’s distant, intense, and impossible to read… yet Raven feels an instant pull toward him she can’t explain. But Hallow’s Edge is waking up. Students are disappearing. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. And Raven’s dreams are filled with a crying woman and a warning she can’t escape. When Raven’s dormant witch powers begin to stir, she discovers she’s the last heir of a powerful witch bloodline—and Noah is bound to her by a fate older than the town itself. In Hallow’s Edge, nothing is accidental. Not her arrival. Not her magic.

I shatter, crying out his name, my whole body shaking. He doesn't stop, just licks me through it until I'm pushing at his head, oversensitive. He stands, mouth and chin glistening, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Strip," he orders. "I want you naked. Want to see every inch of what belongs to me." I scramble to obey, unhooking my bra with shaking hands while he strips. And god, his body. All muscle and scattered scars and that massive cock standing thick and hard against his stomach. I lick my lips without thinking and he notices, eyes darkening. "You want to taste it?" He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "Want this cock in your pretty mouth?" "Yes—" "Then get on your knees and show me how much you missed it." ••• Welcome to YES! DADDIES–– a dangerously HOT compilation of filthy, steamy, downright sinful short stories. Readers discretion is THOROUGHLY advised... this 18+ story doesn’t do well with clean underwear.

This book is a collection of steamy erotica stories meant for adults only—over 18. It dives into forbidden romances, intense BDSM scenes, and all kinds of wild, explicit encounters that might push your buttons or make you blush. If that's not your thing, or if you're under age, put it down now. These tales are raw, passionate, and not for the faint of heart. *** I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, the cold air kissing my naked skin like a thousand tiny fingers. My heart pounded as I wrapped my fingers around Damian's thick cock, feeling it throb hot under my touch. Elena watched from her chair, her voice breaking through the tension: "Take him slow. Let me see you worship it." I leaned in, licking the tip, tasting the salty drop that leaked out, and Damian groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. The shame burned, but so did the ache between my legs. I was already dripping, ready for whatever nasty thing came next.

“By the way, I saved you from your mate that rejected you without thinking twice, what do I get for it?” Those were the exact words of the man I was sold to by my mate the day I stepped into his mansion. Thick saliva landed roughly into the pit of my stomach. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Only bubbles. His eyes colour was dark but who is to say it wasn't as dark as his intentions. What are the chances I was not in more danger than I would have been with my mate that rejected me. ************************************************* Amaya went from learning that her mate was the Alpha of her Pack whom she detested, to being rejected and offered the role of becoming his slut by the same Alpha. But then her story changed in a way she never expected nor wanted. She would have preferred staying in the dungeon where her mate threw her than to be sold to the infamous tyrant Alpha to stop an impending war. With a new Alpha in the picture, Amaya's life was only getting started. The question remains if it was for good or for bad.

The sharp heel of Elara’s red stiletto pressed down on Dante’s thick, veined cock, grinding slowly. He groaned, hips bucking as the pain made him swell harder than ever. “That’s it,” she whispered, her pussy dripping onto his abs. “Suffer for me.” Dr. Elara Voss cures the untreatable with clinical precision, but at home she is drugged, raped, and broken nightly by her abusive husband. When she is assigned to treat Dante Moretti, the city’s most dangerous mafia don who can only get hard under her dominant touch, forbidden desire ignites. What starts as medical BDSM behind closed doors becomes raw, dripping power exchange: her red heels crushing his cock, chains binding his powerful body, her wet pussy riding him while she inflicts sweet pain. As her husband’s violence turns deadly, Elara must choose: remain the obedient wife or embrace the dominant goddess she was born to be and claim the dangerous man who willingly suffers for her pleasure.