Vicky Stark Glass Dildo Novels & Stories

A cold corporate contract was supposed to protect his empire. He never expected she would become his only sanctuary. ​Eight years ago,Ryan Hayes was a brilliant, vulnerable university student trying to survive his family’s dark shadow. Then came Vennessa Cole—the fierce, captivating girl who blew into his life, broke through his walls, and then completely destroyed him. Or so he thought. When a brutal betrayal tore them apart, he swore he’d never let anyone close again. He built an ironclad, multi-billion-dollar empire on Wall Street to ensure he would always be the predator, never the prey. ​Now, Ryan is a ruthless tech titan inside a glass fortress, cold and untouchable. But when an aggressive corporate war threatens his legacy,he needs an ironclad strategy fast. He gets a ghost from his past. ​Vennessa Cole is no longer the University girl he left behind; she is the sharp-witted queen of Manhattan crisis management. Forced into close proximity by a high-stakes, fake-relationship contract to protect his assets, Ryan is determined to make her pay for the university betrayal that hardened his heart. He wants answers. He wants control. ​But behind closed doors in his penthouse, the fury between them quickly burns into a fierce, undeniable heat. As the corporate sharks close in, the dark secrets of what actually happened during their college years begin to unravel. Ryan realizes the devastating truth: Vennessa didn't destroy him back then—she protected him. ​With an unexpected pregnancy raising the stakes to life and death, Ryan’s cold facade completely fractures. The man who thought he wanted vengeance realizes he’ll burn the entire city down to keep her safe. Because the girl he spent a decade hating isn't his enemy... she is his ultimate safe haven.

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.

I cleared my throat and picked up the menu, pretending to study it. “So,” I said after a moment, “before we start pretending this is something serious, you should know… I’m not exactly the settling-down type.” He arched his brow but said nothing. “I do hookups,” I continued, keeping my tone casual. “That night at the hotel? I was supposed to meet someone else. I went into the wrong room. You were literally a mistake.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just smirked faintly and reached for his glass of whisky, taking a slow sip. My fake confidence wavered. “Did you hear what I said?” “Every word,” he said quietly. “And?” “And I’m still here.” I stared at him with disbelief. “Wow. You’re not even mad? You’re supposed to call off the wedding and storm out or something.” He chuckled in a low tone, resting his elbow on the table. “You’re really trying hard to get rid of me, aren’t you?” ******* I caught my fiancé cheating with the woman he called his “sister.” Broken, drunk, and reckless, I stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of a stranger. By morning, he was gone, leaving only a note: Wrong room, but you taste good. I wanted to forget him. Weeks later, my best friend begged me to meet the man her father had arranged for her to marry and make him call off the wedding. I went there in her place, only to discover he was the same man from that night. He called off the wedding with her. Then he asked me to marry him, but I refused. But refusing a billionaire with an obsession is never that simple… especially when he shows up as my new boss.

I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria. In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf. Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration. As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me. A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain. "Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?" As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf. "Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?" The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here. "Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!" What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible. I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. "Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"

A sharp pull by my wrist bought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "what the hell" I cussed. "Shh, baby girl" he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirk face saying it all. His eyes are gazing my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes & moved my face to the left. He stopped right away & increase the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll" he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk like grip which resulted into breaking my bangles & a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut in my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said "even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this" Which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I won’t give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage. _______________________ This is the story of Payal Mehra and Kabir Khurana who are bound by vows in the sacred bond of marriage which was not in their to do list. But yet they are.

"Whether you believe this or not, you've never left my mind since the day you left, Giselle. I looked for you in her and the things I was pursuing, but none of them made me feel close to how I feel when I'm with you." "You made your choice when you chose her, Noah, that you didn't want me. If you want my forgiveness, you'll have to do more than what you do." "If I must walk through glass for your forgiveness, then I'll do it as long as it will bring me back to you." *** Now, after years of struggle, Giselle returns—not as the naive girl who once let others dictate her fate but as a determined woman fighting for her children. With her twins suffering from a rare blood disease, Giselle is desperate for help and protection for her little ones. Noah, her ex-husband, is shocked to learn that he is the father of the twins. Now married to Octavia, his ambitious wife, Noah finds himself torn—between his marriage with Octavia and grappling with a heart that never truly let go of Giselle. As his hope to gain custody grows, he quickly learns that Giselle is no longer the woman he once knew, but a fierce mother intent on shielding her twins from the past. When Octavia realizes Noah's rekindled feelings for Giselle, she devises a manipulative plan to regain her hold over him and their family. Deception and unresolved emotions intertwine as a battle for control continues to show the price of ambition. *** [BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS SERIES] 1. The Billionaire's Substitute Ex-Wife Returns 2. My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chases Me Back 3. Ex-Wife Transition: The Comeback Of The Hidden Heiress 4. The Poor Billionaire Heiress Returns! They can all be read as standalone!

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I nestled in the arms of my vampire husband, Alaric, and offered my neck to his lingering kisses. My breath caught as my hand fumbled in my pocket for the pregnancy test crystal. It glowed faintly, showing a clear positive result. I planned to reveal my pregnancy as my final surprise for the night: we were going to have a half-vampire child of our own. Alaric's confidant, Roman, grinned suggestively and asked in the Old Tongue of the Kindred: "Your Highness, and what of your childhood friend, the beautiful pureblood Elise? Does she satisfy you?" Alaric's mocking laughter rumbled against my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied in the same Old Tongue: "Like fire, wild and intensely hot. The harder you bite, the sweeter she yields." His fingertip was still tracing the bite marks on my neck, but his gaze was far away. "Just be sure to keep this quiet. I'd be ruined if my dear wife found out." The clansmen chuckled, raising their blood-filled goblets to pledge their secrecy. The warmth in my blood ran to ice. They had forgotten. Born of a noble human line that had intermarried with the Kindred for generations, I was fluent in their Old Tongue. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect hostess's smile plastered on my face, but the hand gripping my glass began to tremble. Alaric probably thought that if I found out, I would cry and demand to know why he treated me this way, just as I had before. But what he didn't know was that this time, everything was different. The marriage contract was void. I sent a message to my father: "Father, I've lost the bet. I am coming home to inherit the family estate."

WARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY The stories in this collection are highly raw, explicit content. MIDNIGHT DESIRES throws you straight into a story driven by raw desire and real, messy hunger. The scenes are bold and easy to picture, pulling you into a world of forbidden attraction, heated tension, and unapologetic dirty talk. Nothing is left off the page. This isn’t about sweet romance or gentle touches. It’s about lust tangled with power, danger wrapped around pleasure, and chemistry so intense it feels reckless and impossible to ignore. In this collection, you Will find a desperate intern fingering herself during a job interview with her father's boss, leading to raw office sex on the glass desk. To an engaged woman catching her first lover masturbating to an old video of her, reigniting a dangerous craving just before her wedding. A step-sibling secret affair exploding during family holidays. A boss's wife seducing the young intern at a corporate retreat. A married woman risking everything for overtime quickies with her coworker. A celebrity fan turned into a bound sex toy in a VIP booth. A nurse dominating a patient in the hospital ward at night. And many more. These stories don't hold back. Watch out for domination, oral sex, corporate affairs, multiple partners, bdsm, taboo sex, forbidden pleasure, outdoor sex, threesome, cheating partner, age gaps, deep throating, MILF seduction and fantasies. If you're the kind of reader who craves erotica that leaves you throbbing and desperate, grab your favorite toy now, these stories are going to soak you through. Crack open this book at your own risk. Warning: once you turn the first page, there is no turning back. You'll be hooked, breathless, and devouring every single filthy word until the last drop. This book is rated XXX – 18+ Only

To transfer my sister, Suri Voss, who was 13 years younger than I was, to a new school district, I took 7 days of annual leave and went back to my hometown. I pulled strings, delivered gifts, called in favors, and finally forced a spot for her in the best middle school in the city. At last, when I could pause long enough to catch my breath, I told Mom, who was heading out to buy groceries, that I wanted grilled pork ribs for dinner. Suri walked over with a cold expression, then threw a full glass of icy water straight onto my head and pointed at my face as she exploded. "You country leech, mooching off our family for years, eating our food and living in our house whenever you feel like it. I let all that slide. Now you want to steal my mom too? Do you have any shame at all?! "Listen carefully, Mom only has one child. She will only ever love me!" I stood there, stunned. Suri had no idea I was Mom’s biological daughter, too. All this time, she had treated me as some freeloading relative. I looked toward the doorway, where Mom was changing her shoes to go out. She seemed not to have heard a single word of Suri’s disrespect. She merely said casually, "Suri doesn’t like ribs. Let’s have grilled shrimp instead." She had forgotten that I’ve been severely allergic to seafood since childhood. I lowered my head and let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh. Unbeknownst to them, if I could secure Suri a place in that school, I could just as easily make sure she lost it.

She’d built two years of walls and he dismantled them in one evening. He didn’t announce himself. He never had to. The last person she expected walked in like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Halle hadn’t seen Adrian Vale in two years. Two years of carefully avoiding his name in conversations, his face on screens, and the memory of waking up in his bed, fully dressed, completely alone, and somehow disturbed by that, than if anything had actually happened. Then he showed up to her best friend’s wedding like he owned the place. He reached over her shoulder, lifted the glass of champagne from her hand without spilling a single drop, brought it slowly to his lips, held her gaze the entire time and had the absolute nerve to look good doing it. Adrian Vale didn’t do anything halfway. He never needed to raise his voice because the room already belonged to him. He never reached for things…things simply found their way into his hands. Including, apparently, her. On a moonlit dance floor, his hand slid warm and certain up her spine, his forehead dropped to hers in the dark, and he said the thing that short-circuits every rational thought in her head. “You’re the only thing I’d let ruin me.” He pulled her in for a kiss, close enough to feel his breath, close enough to lose her mind completely, and then he pulled away. Leaving her wanting. He calls her starlight like it’s a secret only he gets to keep. And Halle is so embarrassingly, helplessly gone for him. The ones who make you forget your own name? Those are the ones worth ruining yourself for.