Twenty Seventh Novels & Stories

Disguised as a boy, twenty one years old Layla Monroe hides in the one place no one would dare look for a runaway she-wolf, the Alpha Training Academy. Fleeing a forced marriage to a cruel Alpha twice her age, Layla Monroe chops her hair, masks her scent, and takes on the identity of her dead brother who had been just eighteen. But survival isn’t easy when she’s assigned to share a dorm with the Academy’s most ruthless and desired trainee, Asher Voss. He’s arrogant, sharp-eyed, and far too close for comfort. Worse, the mate bond begins to pull them and there’s no hiding from that pull. As the full moon approaches and Asher’s senses sharpen, Layla must balance gruelling combat training, a growing rebellion in the pack, and the danger of being discovered, not only as a girl, but as the mate of the very Alpha she can never claim. Because if her secret is exposed, it won’t just be her heart at stake, it will be her life.

I won a hundred million. Without a second thought, I quit my job, the one that paid me twenty thousand a month. My husband, who earned barely six thousand, assumed I had been laid off, and in that instant, he showed his true colors. "Let's get a divorce," he said calmly. "You're not good enough for me anymore." Even my mother-in-law, who had always seemed so gentle, turned on me without hesitation. "Get out of this house," she snapped. "And take your sick daughter with you. From now on, you're on your own." That was the moment I gave up on both of them. I did not argue. I did not try to stay. Meanwhile, they were thrilled, convinced they had finally rid themselves of me and my daughter, the burdens they no longer wanted. What they did not know was that inside my bag was not just a lottery ticket worth a hundred million. There was also a diagnosis. My husband, Wade Zeller, had late-stage stomach cancer.

Amara Locsin, labing walong taong gulang. Lumaki mula sa pangangalaga sa kanyang lola. Pangarap niyang maiahon sa kahirapan ang matanda kaya naman nang alukin siya ni Donya Felimina na maging personal maid ng nag-iisang apo ng Donya, hindi siya nagdalawang isip na tanggpin ito kapalit ang pag-aaral niya sa kolehiyo. Zach Monterde, twenty four years old. The arrogant CEO of MONTERDE'S HOLDING INCORPORATED. Sa araw-araw na nakakasama niya ang inosenting dalaga na si Amara ay may kakaibang damdamin na uusbong. Ngunit paano kung bumalik sa kanyang buhay ang babaeng una niyang minahal at kinababaliwan nito noon. Handa ba siyang panindigan ang kanyang pangakong binitawan para kay Amara? Sino nga ba ang mas matimbang? Ang una o ang pangalawa? Sundan ang buhay pag-ibig ng nag-iisang Amara Locsin.

“I love to break things but I love to break people the most and you Bella, will be my new favourite toy.” ————- Bella George is a twenty years old struggling college student who believes she is close to putting an end to her miserable life. Having a father that is addicted to alcohol and gambling doesn’t make it easy. It gets worse when her father’s reckless gambling leads to a shocking betrayal, Bella finds herself sold to one of the country’s most feared mafia leaders- Vincent Castello. Vincent Castello is everything she never expected: wealthy, strikingly handsome, and enveloped in danger. As Bella grapples with her new reality, she must find her way through the treacherous world of the mafia and the complex emotions that arise in her unexpected connection with Vincent. Will she find a way to reclaim her freedom, or will she succumb to the allure of a life shrouded in darkness? WARNING: Contains mature content!

A deal between families forced my Fiancé Marco Corvini to marry me. My parents were dead. His obsession was Isabella Falcone, the princess of our rivals. In the end, Marco devoured my family’s empire and threw me to the wolves. He paraded Isabella on his arm like a prize he’d won. Twenty years later, I was on my deathbed. My own son—our son—held the poison. He said I was useless, that his father needed the Falcone family’s power. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day of my blood oath. This time, to save my family, I didn’t sign my name on the pact. I signed hers. Isabella Falcone’s. As for me? I took the fortune my parents left me and disappeared. This time, I wouldn’t be the fool bleeding for a man who was never mine.

Noah, a broke, exhausted twenty two year old just trying to survive another bad year, who accidentally binds himself to Kael, a five hundred year old demon with too much attitude and not enough patience for the modern world. What begins as a desperate act quickly turns into an uneasy partnership, forcing Noah to navigate a hidden supernatural underbelly while juggling family obligations, poverty, and a demon who treats chaos like a hobby. As Kael adjusts to buses, phones, and indoor plumbing, it becomes clear he isn’t the monster Noah expected. Bound by rules neither fully understands, their pact draws attention from forces far older and far more dangerous than either of them. With power that always comes at a cost and a past that refuses to stay buried, Noah must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose to survive and whether some bargains were never meant to be broken.

Lucy, a twenty year old college girl who is completely obsessed with cock and nonstop sex, never expected her single mom to bring home the perfect man. Ethan is in his late thirties, ripped from years of construction work, hung like a horse, and naturally dominant. After she reluctantly accepts the marriage, Lucy turns into a total seductress. She starts wearing the skimpiest outfits and teasing him without mercy. When her mom leaves town for a business trip, one dripping wet encounter leads to Lucy blackmailing Ethan into raw forbidden fucking. Their secret affair quickly explodes into daily risky creampies all over the house. But everything changes when Mom, Sarah, comes home early and catches them right in the middle of a hard fuck. Instead of exploding in rage, Sarah gets dripping wet with arousal and joins them. The family flips into a full time taboo triad filled with nonstop filth.

"Cum now, princess." Zeke ordered as he flicked open the lock on the cock cage around Eli's cock and his body convulsed as the long-denied orgasm tore through him. --------- ‎“I need you to—fuck—I need you to hurt me.” ‎There. The silence came. Not shameful. Not violent. Just truth. ‎Zeke ripped the shirt from Eli’s back. calculated. His belt snapped once. Eli flinched, eyes wild. ‎“You don't get color,” Zeke said flatly. “You say red, I won't stop. And until I'm sure you're tamed, I don’t care if you beg. You wanted to feel something? You’re going to feel everything.” ‎The first crack of the belt made Eli jolt. The second had him gasping. ‎By the fifth, he was moaning. ‎By the seventh, he whispered Zeke’s name like a prayer. ------ Two lovers. Then three. Eventually four. A relationship built on dominance, obsession, and unrestrained desire. ‎No contracts. No safe words. No rules—just raw, brutal fucking. A war of ownership. A battle for control. A dangerous game that turns a dominant into a trembling switch under the right hands. ‎ ‎What happens when a dominant with a submissive lover becomes the fixation of another dominant—one with darkness in his veins and sadism in his smile? ‎ ‎What happens when the confident, untouchable dom unravels, his hidden masochism dragged to the surface by the only man ruthless enough to tame him? ‎ ‎What happens when a discarded, shame-soaked nymph, branded an abomination by her family, falls into the hands of three lovers who have no intention of letting her go—who will worship, ruin her, and show her that her hunger isn't sin... it's survival? A twisted journey of control, obsession, and raw desire—unfolding across three sinful tales: Loved in the Dark. Fucked into Obedience. Seduction and Sin.

By the seventh year of my cold war with my father, Don Leonardi Rossi, he finally found a way to win me over. He introduced me to the most powerful Mafia Don in southern Ritalle—Riccardo Colombo. For my happiness, my father was willing to give me half of the family's empire as a gift. I surrendered completely to Riccardo's love. Four months later, I was pregnant. Every prenatal check-up saw Bascily regions' two most influential Dons personally by my side. Everyone envied me for having two men who loved me so fiercely. Yet, on the day of my amniocentesis, they were both absent. "There's a new arms deal in the north," my father said, stroking my head. Riccardo kissed my belly gently. "I'll bring you gifts when I return." I smiled and watched them leave. But as I lay on the examination table, my phone buzzed with an anonymous video. In it, my father wore a groom's suit, standing beside Rosa—the prostitute who had infuriated my mother to death. Their illegitimate daughter, Lina, cradled her swollen belly, proudly wearing the Colombo family crest, and clung to my husband's arm. The announcer cried, "Congratulations to Don Rossi for reclaiming his one true love, and to Don Colombo for marrying his soulmate!" At the video's end, my father laughed and clinked glasses with Riccardo. "The fake crest and fake marriage certificate for Lia—you really outdid yourself. Aren't you worried she'll be heartbroken?" Riccardo snorted. "She never let Rosa into the house, leaving Lina to grow up as a bastard. This was what she owed her." So that was the truth. But when I finally left with my child for the Massimo family, why did they still regret it?

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.