Trippie Redd Teeth Novels & Stories

.. his fingers were assaulting my hole while I stood there, side of my face pinned to the locker, ass in the air taking it like slut, howling deep in my throat. “You like it huh?” His voice was deep, raw, no warmth, a near growl, movements quickening. “You like offering me your whole to do as I please” he whimpered and I felt three fingers slip in. My back arched so hard, tensing in place, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, saliva drooling from my mouth, guttural moan echoing in my throat. “Now I just have to wreck you” he murmured through gritted teeth and with that, he roughly nudged my stance wider. My cock dangled, precum leaking from my tip... This collection is not about love. There are no soft confessions, no forever promises, no gentle hands reaching for something pure. These stories are built on raw hunger...men consumed by obsession, dominance, and the need to take what they crave without apology. Inside these pages are ruthless encounters between men who don’t believe in romance. Men who use bodies like addictions. Men who pin, command, consume, and leave bruises where tenderness should have been. Desire here is violent, intoxicating, and shameless. Every touch burns with greed. These are not stories about soulmates. They are stories about dark locker rooms, sweaty midnight encounters, rough mouths, possessive grips, filthy whispers, and desperate cravings that refuse to stay hidden. Men giving in to temptation with no guilt and no restraint. Men chasing release like starving animals, devouring each other simply because they can. No hearts. No healing. No salvation. Just sweat, tension, sin, and the dangerous thrill of men who know exactly what they want from other men and take it hard, fast, and without mercy.

I'm in a secret marriage with Jessica Justice, a female CEO, for eight years. In order to please Cole Miller, Jessica has almost gotten divorced with me 99 times so far. The first time she brings up divorce, it's because my socks' colors are mismatched. The second time she does, she claims that the way I mop the floor is too ugly. … The reason of the 98th divorce is that I step through the doorway with my left foot first. Every time divorce is brought up, I'll always beg Jessica to not go through with it in an extremely lowly and humble manner. After that, I'll accept her condition to get back with me, which is always a punishment. Apparently, my pain and suffering is the only thing that can make Cole smile. The punishments range from washing Cole's feet to eating 100 slices of mango—which I'm very allergic to—and getting sent to the ICU as a result. This time, since Cole is in a bad mood, Jessica decides to go with a thrilling punishment. "As long as you can climb up a tower of 6500 feet without wearing a safety line, I will never bring up divorce in front of you ever again." All color has been drained from my face. Still, I nod while gritting my teeth together. But the next day, Jessica brings up divorce to me for the 100th time. The reason is that Cole has climbed 6499 feet just to please her. But apparently I've climbed an extra foot, so I end up stealing his thunder. This time, I no longer plead to her to stay. Instead, I tell my grandpa that I agree to inherit my family's assets that are worth ten billion dollars. Heck, the number of socialites who yearn to marry me can line up to the moon and back.

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

M“You want to stop? Fine. I’ll stop. But at the end of the day, pretty, you’re the one that’ll come begging.” “Want to bet?” My voice comes out shaky. Just like my legs.  Devon’s gray eyes light up, his lips curling into a smirk. “Bet. Which one of us gets to break before the wedding night.” This is a bad idea.  Everything in me is screaming not to take it.  I know. I fucking know.  Devon is a blockbuster curse. I’ve gotten a taste of him and I want more.  Heat and wetness floods my pussy. I want him again. I should refuse. I should walk back to Carter and pretend to be a loving wife. Instead, I nod. “Deal.” **** I caught my husband, Carter Stein, having sex with a man and a woman. His reply? “Our marriage is open now. This is normal. ” I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. Every opportunity to get a survive failed, and I was left at my wits end. Until I met him. Devon Sinclair. My husband’s older brother. A man soaked in danger and sex. I thought to myself “my perfect revenge.” But Devon wasn’t the savior I thought he was. No. He was the wolf. And I was the lamb naive enough to wander into his den. He sunk his teeth into me. Mind, body and soul. I can’t escape him, not even in death. I taste my blood on his kisses. He’ll ruin me, totally and beyond repair. I shouldn’t have crossed his path. I shouldn’t have kissed him. But I did. And the worst part? I’ll walk into his den again with an invitation taped on my forehead.

"I think you should keep your distance from me. When it comes to you, I seem to lose control," Asher warned as his eyes widened. The shiny gold eyes that I knew so well had now darkened to an almost black color. "Your eyes," I whispered softly. He closed his eyes and turned away from me. "Leave," he commanded in a firmer tone this time. Annoyed, I sighed, "I've told you before, I don't like being ordered around," and took a step closer to him. Eventually, I was right in front of him, and I lightly touched his chest, "Is there something you need to tell me?" "What you need to know is that if you don't leave, I'll claim you right here, right now. Is that what you want, Aria?" he growled through gritted teeth, having lost all control. “I want you” ************************** In the heart of the forest, Aria's life takes an unexpected turn when she comes face to face with a werewolf. But this isn't just any werewolf - he's endearing, protective, and has the same striking golden eyes as her sponsor, Asher. As Aria finds herself drawn to both the wolf and Asher, she can't help but wonder if there's a connection between them. But their love story isn't an easy one. With Asher being the alpha, his family is determined to stop him from marrying a mere human. And as Aria becomes more entwined in the world of werewolves, she realizes that danger lurks around every corner. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will they be forced to abandon it all for the sake of their own safety? Find out in this thrilling tale of love, loyalty, and the power of family ties

The wolf didn’t come to protect her anymore. He came to claim what fate had already decided was his. Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian—silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn’t name. Until the night he finally moved. Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn’t an attack, not truly—it’s nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands. Elowen was never being hunted. She was being chosen. In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them—teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place. And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth: This wolf was never just a wolf. He has been waiting for her. And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone. Because whatever he is… he has marked her as his. TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS Oral, anal, and public sex Knotting Primal/rough sex Light BDSM Sexual assault Female-on-male sexual assault Female-on-female sexual assault Forced orgasms / body betrayal Forced to watch partner's assault Forced threesome Sexual torture and humiliation Degrading language Forced nudity and collaring Graphic torture Cutting and burning Finger amputation Electrocution Flogging and beating Starvation Graphic fight scenes Character deaths Blood and gore Gunshot wounds PTSD and trauma responses Panic attacks Dissociation Psychological manipulation Gaslighting Captivity and imprisonment Kidnapping Past abusive relationship Stalking Wolf-form sex Pregnancy Death of family members Drugging Revenge killing

People hope not to date an abusive partner but wouldn't it be worse when you are already married? She was used, abused and stepped on. All hope was lost and she vowed to only live for the sake of her children, no more hiding in the shadows of others ...Work hard and repay. Meet Eleana Osas, a single mom of two who vowed to get her revenge on her ex husband and shun all men. What will happen when she cross path with the soon to be biggest boss, Shawn Dele, who is handsomely mysterious. Will he be able to untie the knot in her heart or would he make her hate men more? Curious? Then follow up and don't forget to add it to your library. Anticipate!!!!!......... Excerpt: "So you vow to never love, never be with another man? Is this the kind of control he has over you?", Shawn asked feeling waves of emotions; anger, disappointment..... "It's the kind of control I have over my self, I will never, ever submit myself to any man again, never", Eleana replied, gritting her teeth in anger, not directed at Shawn but herself - she only spoke those words because she need him to let her go, else she fall more than she already has..... Seeing as Shawn didn't reply, Eleana walked past him but Shawn was having none of that, he turned around and grab her arms, pulling her closer to him making sure she could feel his breathe on her neck as he whispered mischievously. "Are you so certain you will be the one submitting and not me? Hmmm?". His words rang warning bells in Eleana's head as her legs went wobbly under his teasing and nearness.... Oh god! She swore, when she felt his lips on her earlobe.

"You are trembling," Dante whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, hidden beneath the white tablecloth of the crowded gala. "Please," I begged, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Please what?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his grip on my leg tightening to a bruise. "Please stop? Or please... take me?" He dragged his thumb over my skin, ruining me in front of everyone, his eyes dark with a terrifying promise. "You belong to me, Evelina. And tonight... I’m going to make sure you scream it. *** Three million dollars. That was the price of my sister’s life. To save her, I sold myself to Dante Valenti. He is the king of Wall Street, a monster in a tailored suit who deals in acquisitions and ruin. He didn't just want my skills as a curator; he wanted me. My time, my freedom, and my absolute submission for five years. I thought I could withstand him. I thought I could keep my heart safe behind walls of hatred. But Dante doesn't just break walls; he burns them down. He strips away my defenses layer by layer, forcing me to play his dark, twisted games. He isolates me, controls me, and manipulates my reality until I don't know where the cage ends and I begin. He treats me like a prized artifact—something to be displayed, guarded, and owned. But as the lines between hatred and desire blur, I realize the terrifying truth: He doesn't just want to own my body. He wants to break my soul until I thank him for the chains.

As the quality control supervisor of an import company, I need to finish up the storage of the final batch of king crabs before the holiday. Just after entering the subzero freezer, the door is immediately locked shut. The alarm system also fails. When I realize I'm starting to lose body heat, I immediately take out the hand warmers from the emergency kit. However, the moment I apply them, a chilling sensation makes me instantly realize something is wrong. I scream from the cold, and the walkie-talkie transmits the boisterous laughter of my fiance, Martin Clay. "We're live-streaming the challenge of locking the company's 'Ice Queen' in the freezer. Let's see how long she lasts!" The flirty voice of his female colleague, Lilian Saunders, also comes through, "Sierra, smile for the folks in the live stream! The number one donor wants to see it!" I instantly understand that they're live-streaming a prank on me. Not only do they lock me in the freezer, but they've also replaced my life-saving hand warmers with cooling patches meant for fevers! I grit my teeth, trying hard to stay calm as I call out to them for help. "The spare… spare hand warmers… Give them to me!" My fiance's voice rings out from the walkie-talkie, sounding unconcerned, "Oops! Lily gets cold easily, and it's her time of the month. The spares are all being used to keep her belly warm! "You're so healthy that you can just jump around a little and you'll warm up! You might even get some tips from the number one donor!" I stop arguing with them. With frozen hands, I pull out the signal flare gun and aim it at the most valuable and mysterious cargo in the freezer—a tube of frozen sperm worth 200 million dollars.