This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

“Shut up and take every thick cock like the greedy cumslut you are, princess.” Warning: 18+ 🔕🔕🔕 Featuring hardcore taboo, filthy age-gap erotica, and the darkest forbidden fantasies that will wreck you for anything else. This is a super steamy boxset loaded with thirty wild stories of raw, dripping desire. Think twisted, sweat-soaked, heart-racing adventures so naughty and intense they'll leave you squirming, gasping, and desperate for more on every page. These aren't cute little love stories, honey. These are straight-up ruthless, rule-breaking romps where older men take total control and younger women melt into the kind of sin that has you soaked and shaking all over. If you're not eighteen or older, close this right now, babe. You're seriously not ready for the fire that's about to hit you.

“Mate with me and have my pups.” Serena was still on the ground. Her ears were ringing from the absurd demand she’d just heard. Mate? Pups? She blinked up at him, confused and breathless. “What the hell?” ********** She came to prove their world was real… She didn’t expect to be crowned its Queen. When desperate artifact researcher Serena Rael crashes the sacred mating ritual of the Trueblood Alpha King, Kaelen Syrus, she shatters more than tradition — she triggers an ancient Moonbond that cannot be broken. Now bound to a cold, powerful king who despises humans, Serena is obligated to bear his pups in order to survive a realm ruled by wolves, secrets, and deadly magic. But her presence has awakened something far older than fate: a prophecy, a mark, a war and a journey to other packs and realms. He lost his mate to a human. She is a defiant human, who never wished to belong to a werewolf. Fate doesn’t care. But as hidden truths rise and betrayal cuts deep, Serena must choose: The love that claimed her… or the life and freedom she once fought for.

Alpha Mason hasn’t found his mate after several years of searching, so he settles to marry a Beta’s daughter but at their engagement party, he discovers the pretty servant girl is his mate, and she is an Omega. An unacceptable pairing.

In the underground casino, my ex-fiancé Don Dante Castellano threw the card in my face. His arm was around Sabrina—his first love—and his eyes were ice as they shoved me toward the table. "Your father owed mine a life. The thing in your belly isn't mine." He pressed the card flat against my cheek. "The daughter pays the father's debt. Tonight you're the living chip on that table." The paternity test was fake. The child was his. I knew. He didn't believe me. That night, with a gun pointed at my head, I took off all my clothes in front of everyone. Two years passed. Two years later, in Vegas, he saw me again. I was in a red silk dress with a gold chain around my neck, the other end of the chain held by a yellow-toothed gambler. "This bitch is cheap. Bark for me, and all these chips are yours." I picked up the chips, practiced. "Woof. Woof." Sabrina pressed her face into his chest, covering her nose. "Dante. This is disgusting. Let's go." He didn't go. The veins rose along his temple. He was staring at the bruises on my knees. Then he kicked the gambler across the room. He bent down and took hold of my chin. Hard. "Sienna. Money, and you'll do anything at all?" He was close enough that I could smell him. Soap. Two years, and still the same soap. I closed my eyes, opened them, pulled my mouth into a smile for him. "That's right, boss. Pay up and I'll cooperate with whatever position you want. Care to buy a round?"

They called me a monster. They chained me to the stake. The Alpha King branded me the murderer of his Luna and sentenced me to burn. I hate him with every shattered fragment of my heart. Then fate played its cruelest joke. The man who tried to burn me alive is my fated mate. Now I'm trapped within the gothic walls of Mooncrest Academy, where wolves sharpen their claws for my blood, witches brand me a traitor, vampires whisper that I am their long-lost princess, and dragons bow before their rightful queen. Every secret I uncover only deepens the mystery of who... or what... I truly am.

“Ahh—fuck! It’s too big, Daddy!” ⚠️CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This book Collection is intended for strictly adult audiences (18+ only). It contains explicit sexual content including detailed depictions of: Taboo themes, Dark romance, Heterosexual, GAY, LESBIAN, BDSM. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This work includes graphic descriptions of sex, rough play, and psychological intensity. It is not suitable for minors, sensitive readers, or anyone uncomfortable with frank, unfiltered erotic fiction. Each book contains sweet mind-blowing chapters.🫦🍑🍆 Proceed only if you are a consenting adult fully aware of the mature and explicit nature of this book. If you're not up to 18. FUCK OFF!!

Warning: 18+ Only 🔕🔕🔕 This book is a compilation of two extremely explicit books and intended for adults only. If you are under 18, do not read this. Turn back now. It contains very graphic sexual content, rough scenes, dirty talk, and intense adult situations. ************* I swore I'd never fall for an arrogant bad boy. Especially not the two loud, tattooed, dangerously ripped football gods who just turned my quiet neighborhood into a nonstop party zone. I'm the President's daughter. Prim, polished, and always under the microscope. One wrong move and the entire country explodes. So dating even one filthy-mouthed, possessive athlete would be political suicide. But craving both of them? Letting their rough hands and cocky smirks shatter every rule I've lived by right in the middle of my father's brutal re-election campaign? That's not just a scandal. That's me signing up to be royally, deliciously, twice as screwed. NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events, people, or places is purely coincidental.

I happened to come across the filming of a popular variety show, where a celebrity attempted to forcefully take over my greenhouse for a task. After I declined, people watching the live stream subjected me to continuous ridicule.In their relentless quest for higher ratings, the production team deliberately hyped up this matter like crazy.However, when my true identity was revealed, countless students from the Agricultural Academy rallied to defend these crops."Isn't she the expert in crop improvement for saline-alkali soil? My research thesis revolves around her remarkable achievements!""Anyone who dares to tamper with her crops will face dire consequences."

Her father's murder was just the beginning. Sold to the Italian mafia as punishment for a betrayal she never committed, Violet Fernandez finds herself imprisoned by Vlad Romano—ruthless heir to a criminal empire that shows no mercy. But the captor who should be her nightmare becomes her unlikely ally when Vlad discovers the truth: Violet was merely a pawn in her father's dangerous double life. Together, they uncover that her father died protecting explosive secrets—information that could bring the cartel to its knees. Now, marked for death and hunted at every turn, Violet and Vlad are forced to flee into shadows where only the most dangerous survive. With each desperate escape, the line blurs between captor and captive, between hatred and a forbidden desire neither can deny. As bullets fly and passion ignites, Violet must decide: is Vlad truly her savior, or is he leading her straight into a trap where there is no escape? Just when freedom seems within reach, a devastating revelation changes everything... "CAPTIVE HEARTS" — Some chains are made of steel. Others are forged by desire.

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.