Walking Disaster Novels & Stories

At nineteen, Linda crossed a line she can never uncross... she let her sister’s fiancé taste her in the shower while Laura slept down the hall. What began as one devastating night of forbidden pleasure becomes an all-consuming secret affair that stretches across years, cities, marriages, and betrayals. Vincent Hale is the man every woman dreams of marrying except the one who truly owns him isn’t the bride walking down the aisle. With slow-burn obsession, reckless passion, near-misses, shattered trust, and devastating consequences, Linda and Vincent spiral deeper into a love that destroys everything it touches. Family fractures. Weddings burn. Lives are rebuilt only to be torn apart again. Desire becomes addiction; guilt becomes identity; and the question is no longer whether they can stop but whether anyone will survive when the truth finally comes out.

She was labelled a curse. He defied the orders of the pack for her survival. Mayari Moonsbane was born an anomaly – a lone female werewolf that would bow to no one, she was born with a power that no pack could control. She is offered up as a scapegoat, framed for the murder of the pack’s sole heir and nearly executed. Instead of an execution, she had experienced an awakening with attracted the attention of Aysun Ragnor. Aysun is an alpha gone rogue, walking away from a power and a prophecy that had made him feel trapped in an endless cycle of control. Together, they ignite a spark of rebellion – a rebellion written in blood under the moonlight and marked by forbidden desires. Theirs was not a bond formed by destiny, they simply were two lone wolves who refused to conform and now found comfort in each other’s scars. Where the moon demanded their obedience, they defied her and chose each other.

I've been dating the country's most eligible bachelor for two years. My base salary is $2 million, with bonuses based on performance. Holding hands costs $10,000, putting an arm around his waist is $20,000, and a kiss on the lips is a bit pricier at $50,000. As for certain bedroom activities, well, those come with a whole different price tag. Brad is fair-skinned and handsome, appearing only once a month – he's practically a walking Tiffany's diamond. Life is so sweet, it's easy to get complacent if you're not careful. One night, a DM popped up on Instagram from a stranger. "If you trust me, check your boyfriend's phone." "?" "I'm his girlfriend." "Am I the third party or are you the third party?" "You're third, I'm fourth." "Let's meet and talk details."

Chase Olympus: Her name was Lucy Roshid. Or Salt, as she was popularly known as, at Davenport. The brothel she worked at. She was never meant to matter. Just another transaction. Another body. Until my father touched her and something in me snapped. The Olia cult marked her for death. So I took her instead. Claimed her. Hid her. Now she’s mine. My kitten. I expected obedience. She demanded her freedom. What I got is obsession. She’s a risk I shouldn’t take. A line I shouldn’t cross. But walking away from her means losing more than control. It means losing the only thing that’s ever felt like mine. In my world, that choice starts a war. And I’ve already made mine. I keep Lucy. Or I die trying.

I met Nikos Stavros on a flight to Athens. The moment our paths crossed, my life began to unravel. Nikos is arrogant. He is a man who moves through the Athens as if it belongs to him. And then I discover, he’s the billionaire my brother owes two million euros, so walking away from him isn’t an option. To protect my family, I agree to work for him for three months. A simple arrangement, strictly professional and clear boundaries At least, that’s what I tell myself. But working for Nikos means long hours, shared spaces, and a tension neither of us can ignore. Every boundary I set, he pushes. Every rule I enforce, he calmly tests. I remind myself this is just a contract. Then our parents announce their engagement and in three weeks, the man I’ve been trying desperately not to fall for… will become my stepbrother.

‎Amari Dawson has spent her whole life figuring out how to disappear. Locked in her room by a stepfather who sees her as less than nothing, she's survived by staying small, quiet, and out of the way. ‎Then the dead start walking, and disappearing is no longer a choice. ‎Thrown into the chaos of a city overrun by the rising, Amari finds herself navigating broken friendships, buried secrets, and a world that keeps demanding more from her than she thinks she has to give. But something is changing-in the world, and in her. The scratch on her arm that should have killed her didn't. The wounds that should hurt don't. And the veins creeping beneath her skin aren't going away. ‎Amari has always been told she's nothing. But she's starting to think they were wrong about her all along.

Kimani thought she was walking into her happily ever after, marrying her boyfriend of three years and fiancé of one. But at the altar, her dream shatters when proof of his infidelity is revealed. Instead of remorse, he humiliates her, blaming her and abandoning her before everyone. Whispers fill the church, pitying the bride left behind until a powerful man steps forward. Alaric Walker. Billionaire. Elusive head of the Walker empire. A man feared and respected in equal measure, who suddenly claims her as his wife right there at the altar. The city is thrown into shock. A marriage born out of scandal, doomed before it even begins or so everyone thinks. But when Alaric starts treating Kimani with kindness, protecting her, and proving to be the husband she never expected. And the marriage that everyone thought would be a joke turned out to become one of true love and protection.

“I’m—“ My breath catch as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare. “I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door. With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation. ……………………………………………… One drunken night. One shattered heart. One man she never planned to want. Irene Reynolds loves the thrill of the chase but the man who tempts her most, Damian Russo refuses to play along. He’s controlled. Unyielding. Off-limits in all the ways that matter. As desire dares duty and sparks fly, the question isn’t who will chase whom… It’s who will break first. And when Damian finally lets her win, will Irene be satisfied with the chase or will she want everything else he offers her after?

AN INTENSE, SIZZLING HOT, FORBIDDEN ROMANCE COLLECTION THAT WILL LEAVE YOU BREATHLESS. (50% STEAMY. 18+) MAIN STORY Trapped in a loveless marriage built on debt, sacrifice, and silent suffering… she thought endurance was her only choice. Until him. Her husband’s powerful, dangerously composed superior sees everything she tries to hide and slowly, deliberately, inserts himself into her life. His help becomes protection. His protection becomes control. And his control becomes something far more intoxicating than she ever imagined. Every glance lingers. Every touch burns like sin. She knows she should resist him. He is forbidden. Ruthless. Possessive. But the deeper she falls, the more she realizes… Ruin has never felt this sweet and walking away may destroy her far more than staying ever could.

"Kiss me." My eyes widened as my throat ran dry. His lips were inviting but I knew I was walking straight into trouble. "Stop this, Khalil." He came closer, backing me up against the wall, "I said, kiss me. Or no answers." -•- Life goes into sudden crumbs for Kezie when Khalil Ahmed, his rival and arch enemy takes his lips under the warm showers of the boy's locker room. For some stupid answers about what he had said the last night when he was drunken to stupor. But he knows deep down, that Khalil is using his body to invite him in slowly irrespective of what their society believes in. He knows it's a dangerous game. But why does he keep getting succumbed into his kisses? Why is he always begging for more?