Vance X Bruce Novels & Stories

Elara Vance was never a bride...She was a transaction. To save her brother’s life and settle her father’s crumbling debts, she sold herself into a three year "Repayment Marriage" to the coldest man in the city, Julian Vane. For three years, she endured his frozen silence, his public indifference, and the cruel whispers of a high society that saw her as nothing more than a social prop. She played the role of the perfect, submissive wife, hiding her world-class talent and her breaking heart behind a mask of glass. She waited for a spark of warmth, a sign that the man who held her at night felt more than just obligation. Then came the morning after their final night together, the night she thought finally changed everything. Instead of a "good morning," Julian tossed a manila envelope onto the bed. "The debt is paid, Elara. Sign the papers and leave. I’m done with you." Julian thought he was finally rid of the woman he blamed for his past. He didn't expect her to sign the papers with a smile. He didn't expect her to vanish into thin air, leaving his massive mansion echoing with a silence that felt like a curse. But Elara didn't leave alone. She left with a secret, a tiny heartbeat that Julian would never know about. Now, the hunter has become the haunted. As Elara rises from the ashes of her old life to become a woman the world can't ignore, Julian is left to realize that the wife he threw away was the only thing holding his world together. The debt is settled. The game has changed. And this time, he’s the one who will have to pay... with his soul.

For three years, Selene loved a man who never loved her back. Her marriage to Damien vance was built on obligation, not affection. He married her to fulfill his grandmother's wish, but his heart had always belonged to someone else. Still, Selene endured the coldness, the distance, and the loneliness, hoping that one day her love would be enough. Then, everything changes. On the happiest day of her life, Selene discovers she is pregnant after years of trying. Overjoyed, she rushes home to share the news with her husband, convinced that this miracle might finally bring them closer together. Instead, she walks into a nightmare. Damien's first love, Aurora, has returned. The woman he never stopped loving is suddenly back, and Selene finds herself pushed aside as though she never mattered. Before she can reveal her pregnancy, Damien hands her divorce papers and asks her to leave. Heartbroken and carrying a secret that could change everything, Selene signs the papers and disappears from his life. But some goodbyes are not as final as they seem. As Damien begins building a future with the woman he thought he wanted, he slowly realizes that the person he truly depended on is gone. The wife he overlooked, the woman who stood by him through everything, has vanished without a trace. And when long-buried secrets begin to surface, Damien is forced to confront a devastating truth that comes far too late. Now, the man who once let her go will stop at nothing to find her. But after everything he has done, will Selene ever give him a second chance? Or will the goodbye he demanded become the regret he carries for the rest of his life?

I had lost my memory for three years. I'd been through hell and high water with Adrian Vance for the past three years. He told me we'd grown up together on the same block, two kids who'd fallen for each other young. He told me that once he had a real foothold in the Family, he'd marry me in front of all of Palermo and make the whole city come to watch. I believed him. With a steady trigger hand and a mean streak, I cleared every man who stood in his way. I dragged him up from a nobody bastard son into the inner circle of the Family, one body at a time. Then the day finally came, and what he said was, "I've already asked the Don for his daughter Camilla. It's settled. I'm marrying her." "Camilla's a mafia princess. The Don's pride and joy. Not some no-name orphan girl with nothing and no one behind her. She's the one who can actually lift me up." "Be good, Vera. As long as Camilla never finds out, we can go on the way we always have." "Be good. You mean play your mistress in the dark, is that it?" What Adrian didn't know was that my memory had already come back. My real name was Hale, heir to the Hale family, the one enemy the Marlowe outfit he'd sworn himself to feared most. Childhood sweethearts, princesses, Don. In the end they were all just one more debt I'd settle on my way to paying the Family back in full.

"I, Alpha Liam Hamilton, reject you, Elena Vance, as my Mate and my Luna. You are a curse to my bloodline. Now, get out before I hunt you down." On the night of the Blood Moon, my fated mate shattered my soul. He didn’t care that I was the True Lunar Bride. He didn’t care that I had loved him since we were pups. He chose his "prophecy" and his mistress over the woman meant for him. I left in shame, carrying a secret that would change the werewolf world forever: I wasn't empty-handed. I was carrying his twins—the strongest Alpha heirs the world had seen in a thousand years. Five Years Later. I am no longer the weak Omega he kicked into the rain. I am the "Silver Shadow," a world-renowned healer with a power that can bring Alphas to their knees. When a deadly plague strikes Liam’s pack, he is forced to beg for my help. He doesn't recognize the cold, breathtaking woman behind the mask. He doesn't know that the two prodigy children by my side share his emerald eyes and his lethal temper. But as my scent begins to leak through my disguise, the Alpha King grows obsessed. He corners me, his growl vibrating against my skin. "You smell like a ghost, Doctor. And those children... why do they have my claws?" The secret is out. The hunt is on. But this time, I’m not the prey—I’m the Queen. And the Alpha who rejected me? He’s about to learn that a Lunar Bride never forgets... and she never survives on mercy.

You need to leave him alone Elena, he’s a married man,” I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to make her spin on her heel with that bored look on her face. "He’s married to a mistake, Lori, and we both know that is just a matter of time until he fixes it," she said, snapping her compact shut and coming toward me, "you think you’re so smart with your little coding hobby, but I’m pretty sure I could give him a run for his money." ‘ “I built his company, Elena. I’m the reason he has anything at all,” I said, moving forward because I wanted her to look me in the eye and see what I mean this time. ********​Liora Vance didn’t just love her husband—she built him. ​For years, Liora was the silent genius in the shadows, writing the code that made Adrian Kade a tech billionaire. She expected a partnership; instead, she got a betrayal that nearly cost her life. Framed for a scandal by Adrian’s ex-girlfriend and discarded by the Kade family during her darkest hour, Liora was left with nothing but a broken heart and a secret pregnancy. ​Adrian thought he had erased her. He was wrong. ​Four years later, the Kade empire is crumbling. Their software is failing, and their only hope is a merger with NOVA//CORE—a global powerhouse led by a mysterious figure known only as “V.” When Adrian walks into the boardroom to beg for salvation, he doesn't find a savior. He finds the wife he called "nothing" sitting at the head of the table. ​

Elena Vance made a fifty-dollar mistake that cost her her freedom. Believing her one-night stand was a high-end escort, she left cash and a mocking note on his pillow, only to walk into a boardroom hours later and realize the man was Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless "Ice King" CEO. Adrian didn't just hold her career in his hands; he held a cocktail napkin marriage license signed in a tequila haze and her father’s $200,000 gambling debt. "You belong to me for six months," he declared, trapping her in a fake marriage to secure a corporate merger. Elena entered the "gilded cage" of Adrian's penthouse expecting a cold, transactional war of wills governed by strict "no-touch" clauses. She remained loyal only to save her father, unaware that he would eventually betray her to their enemies. But the boardroom battles quickly turned lethal. Victor Kane, Adrian’s bitter rival from MIT, obsessed with erasing the Blackwood legacy, sold the company's debt to the Russian Bratva. Suddenly, the fake spouses were forced into a terrifying reality: becoming FBI informants. The "Ice King" melted into a desperate protector, and the graphic designer sharpened into a survivor. Their bond shifted from a business deal to a sacrificial love, forged in the fires of betrayal. But when a mission to plant a bug at a mob wedding ends in a massacre, they realize the FBI is compromised. Stripped of his billions and presumed dead, Adrian stands in the ashes of his empire alongside Elena. A secret brother watches from the shadows, and the Russian mob is closing in. "We have nothing left," Elena whispered, staring into the dark. Adrian gripped her hand, his eyes burning with a new, dangerous resolve. "We have each other. And now, we run."

In the third year of my eating disorder, my husband, Nikolai Hollowell, is the only person who still insists on making me eat. Even when I vomit until I'm a trembling mess, he will make another dish for me again half an hour later. He coaxes gently yet stubbornly, "Have one more bite of the apple slice, Emi." But the moment I smell the food, I throw up again until I can barely breathe. That night, I make another post on X to ask for help. "How is someone with an eating disorder supposed to keep living?" The top comment says, "Get a boyfriend who's a chef! My darling cooks different dishes for me every single day, all 365 days without repeating once. Even the apple slices he cuts are shaped like cute little bunnies, so I absolutely love eating now." Someone replies enviously, "Wow! Where do you find a man like that?" She answers, "Find one? Good men like that no longer circulate on the market. He is actually married. His wife has had anorexia for three years. She has become only skin and bones. "He says just looking at her kills his appetite, and he does not even want to touch her. Well, I'm nothing like her. I always finish every dish he makes." My breathing catches in my throat. This morning, Nikolai personally made bunny-shaped apple slices for me. My fingertips turn cold as I tap into the woman's profile. Her caption reads, "Wow! If your wife won't eat bunny-shaped apple slices, then I will!" Attached is a photo of a man's long, elegant fingers holding an apple slice up to the woman's mouth. And the one reflected in her starry eyes after zooming in—is a face identical to Nikolai's.

He dipped his head back between my thighs and placed his hand under my a*s, pulling my waist towards him. He began licking around the edges of my p**sy, closing in slowly to the center. He traced me with the very tip of his tongue until he could taste my nectar. He licked the entrance of the v*****l hole, sucking my juice like it was liquid sin, like he wanted to drown himself in it. Then he dragged his tongue back to my c**t stroking it. I didn’t move, I kept still, as if I did he might stop and I was scared of that. My chest just heaved, letting out the faintest of breaths. Another stroke of his tongue on my sweet spot, and a very quiet m**n bubbled out of my throat. He moved his tongue again, flicking with more pressure and I jolted like I had been electrocuted. I pushed my hips forward and completely enveloped his head between my thighs, my knees bending until my legs were locked behind his head, burying his head deeper into my wet p***y. My body tightened, not like I was about to c*m, but like he was easing all the pressure he had built up. Are you looking for the best e****ca stories? The perfect e**tica content that would keep you on edge wanting more? Search no more, you’ve found the perfect one. Turn the pages and read, if you dare! This is a compilation of extremely erotica content ranging from forbidden s*x between step family members, student and teacher, between best friends, gays and lesbians and so much more! Note: Do not read if you’re below 18 Extremely erotica content!

"I need you to fuck me," she sighs. "But we both know that's not happening." If she keeps this up, I might just change my mind. I'm really close to violating my terms and taking her right here. "Sunshine, I'm not going to fuck you right now and you know it," I answer. "I'm going to fuck you all the way to the moon and back in due time, just not now." As if to persuade me, her hand cups my erect cock, and I turn my head to groan. The towel is barely hiding it at this point. Frankly, I'm surprised it hasn't fallen from around my waist. I desperately want her to feel it, to hold it, to lick it, to kiss it, to suck it. She keeps this up, she'll at least get to do two out of the five things. Elias Ford Vance Dabney-Aparo has never been the relationship type. Building a multi-billion-dollar hotel empire left little room for love—or for anyone who could keep up with his pace. But a routine visit to one of his properties turns anything but routine when he meets Cora Eldredge, a housekeeper and part-time model trying to find her footing in a world that keeps underestimating her. Cora’s always felt like an outsider, even at the hotel her uncle manages. But one unexpected encounter with Elias changes everything. He’s older, polished, and completely out of her league—and yet, when he looks at her, she feels seen for the first time. The spark between them is undeniable, but so are the complications: their worlds don’t mix, and the age gap isn’t small. Still, what they’ve found feels real—something warmer than either of them expected. Can they bridge the distance between status and circumstance… or will they both walk away before love has the chance to begin?

You were a three-year charity project, Elena. Now, the project is over." On their third anniversary, Julian Thorne didn't bring flowers. He brought a divorce decree and his mistress, Elena’s own adopted sister, Sarah Vance. To Julian, Elena was just the plain, penniless orphan the Vances took in after a tragic fire, a convenient pawn he used to bleed the Vance fortune dry. He never loved her; he only married her to fund a merger while secretly warming Sarah’s bed. He expected Elena to beg. He expected her to crumble. Instead, she signs the papers with a chilling smile and hands him a gift of her own: A total bankruptcy notice for the Thorne Group. Unmasked as the legendary Blackwood Heiress, Elena is ready to watch the world burn. But the trap has two sides. A hidden Reconciliation Clause forces her to still appear and be with her cheating husband and her backstabbing sister for thirty days, or she loses her claim to the Blackwood throne while Julian loses the Thorne-Vance merger. When Sarah frames her for a high-profile theft to get her out of the way, Elena finds herself in a cold jail cell, until the "Executioner" of Wall Street, Theo Sterling, appears. He offers her a Devil’s bargain: a contract marriage to save her from her predatory cousin, Lucius Blackwood, who is hellbent on declaring her mentally unfit to seize her empire. Elena falls for her savior, unaware of the blood on his hands. Theo is atoning for a sin she doesn’t know exists: his own father was the arsonist who murdered her parents. Trapped between a husband who wants her wealth, a sister who wants her life, and a lover whose family killed her past, Elena must decide.