True Real Ghost Stories

Are you looking for the ultimate érotica collection with crazy séx stories that will keep you on the edge? Are you craving the perfect combination of wild, steamy stories that will arousé you, and leave you wanting for more? Say no more!!! HEATED TALES is here for you. Explore forbidden romance, first time affairs, office romance, family affairs and lots more sizzling themes. Each tale will blow your mind. Read this book, NOW!!! ~~~~ All characters represented are 18 years of age and above!

Matapos mahuli ni Caroline ang boyfriend niya at ang half-sister niya na nagsesex sa condo ng boyfriend niya ay nagpakasal siya sa isang lalaking hindi niya kilala. Hindi man niya pinag-isipan ng mabuti ang desisyon niya pero hindi na siya pwedeng umatras lalo na at nasa harapan na sila ng civil registrar. Nang pakasalan ni Caroline si Caleb ay puro panlalait at panghuhusga ang natanggap niya. Paulit-ulit din siyang ipinapahiya ng pamilya niya. Paano kung ang lalaking inakala ng lahat na mahirap, walang edukasyon at walang maipagmamalaki ay nagmula pala sa pinakamayamang pamilya? The CEO of Thompson Legacy Group.

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.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

Dark Erotica Short Stories♨️ Mature Contents🔞 Unholy Cravings is a dark, addictive collection of short erotica where nothing is sacred and everything is on the edge. From forbidden age-gap entanglements to dominant men who don't play fair, each story delivers unapologetic heat, power play, and sinful temptation. These aren't love stories. They're raw, filthy, and made for readers who crave what they shouldn't.

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

When you are growing up adults usually tell you that you can be whatever you want to be, right?! I was told I would be a starving artist if I became what I wanted to be. I let their words become me. All their words. I let them dictate the person I became. I kept the real me to myself after so many years of their hatred for that person. I let little bits of my soul break away and die to keep their torment to a minimum. I learned to not rock the boat, just keep my head down and do as I was told. I was the party crasher on their life that never left. Until I shocked them when I did. Out on my own, I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I settled for the first “nice guy” to come along. That quickly fizzled out after a shotgun wedding. After a year alone I met Prince Charming #2 at a backyard BBQ. I didn’t know my jerk radar was still broken. Then out of nowhere, the one I had always thought was a jerk turned out to surprisingly be my Prince Charming. Being the man, I need in my life. He became everything I needed, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. Allowing me to grow and blossom as a person which inspires him to do the same. And we live happily ever after.

Set in Kingdom Ancient times... Cassius was known as the ruthless alpha king of the Mooncrest Pack. When his mate turned 18 years old, he went to the Hastings Pack to claim her as his Luna and mate. His mate was supposed to be the beloved daughter of the Alpha family, a princess in the Hastings pack. However, when he saw her, he wondered if she was a fake princess. As he walked through the dark corridors of the castle, he unexpectedly encountered a lady, and his wolf instinctively recognized her as his true mate. Aveline, an Omega slave, became the prized possession of the ruthless alpha king, Cassius. She was about to be married and would begin a new life within her mate's pack. It seemed impossible, but it was true— she was mated to an Alpha King. What she didn't know was that it was not only possible, but also destined, because she was the true princess of her own pack.

Don't open if you're not ready to let your mind go wild. Strictly for mature readers only. Contains raw, explicit contents. ——— “Arggh.” I moaned, my body on fire. “Please f*ck me hard, faster.” My mouth wouldn't keep silent as he kept thrusting his d!ck in and out of my wet pvssy. How had I hated this man all these years? Gosh. I felt like apologizing for all the hard feelings I had harbored against him for many years. He had stolen my father’s company, burnt down our houses. I was driven by revenge, became a prosecutor to destroy him but I ended getting f*cked by him and the funny part, I love it! He took me to the moon and back. Was it how he skillfully fondled my nipples? I gasped for air. “I’m digging my cock into your hoe and I’ll dig it hard. Will you keep hunting me?” he muttered, his tone hoarse as he keep on riding my dripping pvssy. “No daddy. I'll become your s*x toy. F*ck my pvssy. F*ck me harder, take me whole, take me completely.” my lips trembled as I kept confessing. My head clouded with the pleasure he was pouring into my body. I had never had s*x this good. A d!ck this muscled and sweet had never visited my pvssy. I'd gladly become his doggg “Argggh. Please don't stop! Harder. Zzzzhh. Ahhhh. Argggh” I couldn't stop moaning.