Trafficked Book Novels & Stories

I grew up serving the alpha and betas of my pack and my life was extremely miserable, to say the least. When I turned nineteen, the Luna of my pack tried to seduce me. I was the most handsome man in my pack so I understood why she would be attracted to me but I felt disgusted. She was old enough to give birth to me and I preferred girls my age so I turned her down.

Caitlin lost all track of time and place. She had no idea how many hours she’d been in this secret back room of this rare bookstore, combing frantically through stacks and stacks of books. There were mountains of them. Worse, they were all thrown in haphazardly, in so many different positions and directions, it was almost as if someone had deliberately tried to keep them disorganized. Perhaps that was the point: perhaps whoever did this wanted to hide that book.

I didn't know that it was one of Mari’s rehab facilities. "Jack, my friend, Tracy helped herself. Not the staff, not you and especially not Mari." I reached for Jack's shoulder, giving him a pat. He can't be fucking serious. Just because Mari talks so frequently and lovely about women empowerment and gender equality most of her time, doesn't mean she's a saint. Her words don't cost shit. Especially when she's a cold blooded murder like me.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

Venus P.O.V..... Saying goodbye to my parents and brothers was the hardest thing I have ever done. I had almost decided not to go, but the thought went away as quickly as it had come about. I was on a mission and I couldn't let the fear of leaving my family stop me. The trip from our small pack airport to Sea-Tac airport was quick and smooth. Now I was safely nestled into a first class cubby. There was alot of room. I had my own T.V. and mini bar. The flight attendant told me since I was underage they had taken any alcohol and replaced it with extra pop and water. My parents had sent notice to them ahead of time. As I looked into the mini bar I noticed that the only pop in there was Dr. Pepp

"After returning home, I was happy every single day. I thought I'd never have to go back to that filthy pigsty again. As I said before, my parents cared about me. My brother was a great kid. There was nothing wrong with that home. I was happy." One of the officers couldn't help himself. "Then why?" I gave a bleak smile. "That happiness lasted until last month. That was when I saw someone in the house." Kylie's gaze sharpened. "Who?" "The trafficker who kidnapped me." My thoughts drifted back to that day. I had just come out of my room and gone into the study to find something to read. I'd been out of school too long. I couldn't keep up with lessons, so I had to study at home.

I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

The theme park was packed. My parents let go of my hand so they could grab front-row spots for Leo, my twin brother. That made it ninety-nine times. I didn't cry. I didn't panic. I just stood there. Then a strange woman leaned down. "Are you lost, sweetheart? I can help you find your mom." I recognized her instantly. She was the wanted kidnapper from the morning news. I grabbed her hand anyway. "Okay. Thanks."

“Ethan found something. Something big. Something that tied everything together—the Harts, your father, Ava’s mother, everything.” Ava stiffens behind me. I feel her fingers brush my back. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing once. I’m here. I’m not letting anyone touch you. Rylan glances at our hands with something like envy, then shame. “Ethan got his hands on a ledger. A trafficking ledger.” My stomach drops. “Trafficking?” He nods. “Underage girls. Imported. Sold. Blackmail. Deals. Names.” Ava grips me harder. “Who’s name?”