Winona Ryder Young Novels & Stories

“The new doll in this shop is amazing! It feels like a real human being, and it gets wet too!” In order to catch my husband in his affair, I followed him to a massage parlor and accidentally got stuck between the railings. My back was arched and anyone could see my undergarment. In the end, someone mistook me as a new toy in the shop. He started to touch my bare thighs and bottom. I struggled and wanted to tell the person that I was a real human being, but I was afraid that my husband would discover me. While I hesitated, the person behind me touched my private parts. At that moment, I moaned from the excitement. Turning wet, I got into the man’s hand.

My Valenese neighbor dressed like a temptress—curves in all the right places, a delicate body topped with a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her name was Ayame. When she came by that evening to ask my husband to fix her computer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifting from the other room. "Wanna try my new tongue stud? Consider it your payment for the repair." Then came my husband's moans of pure, shameless delight. I couldn't help but feel jealous. It had been so long since he'd sounded that happy with me. As I listened, my hand slid slowly beneath the waistband of my pants. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. I'd heard that Ayame's husband had a full ring of piercings down below. I'd been craving a taste for ages. If Ayame could seduce my husband, then I'd take my own turn sampling those piercings.

"Wait… sir, I can't…" While I was performing physical therapy on a patient, the vest I was wearing accidentally tore. In front of the patient's guardian, it exposed my sweat-dampened body. The man's gaze settled on the soft curves that had sprung free, his eyes dark and unreadable. When he pressed me against the mirror and made me watch my own reflection—my body left in disarray under his relentless attention—I knew then that everything was about to spiral into an uncontrollable abyss.

"Don't lick there. Not now... My husband's calling..." I answered the phone, my face burning with shame. The husband on the other end of the line had no idea his beloved wife had another man's head between her thighs at that very moment.

Just like a mist, Michael's love life fluctuates without certainty. He has a beautiful wife, and his life is filled with wealth. Unfortunately, he is haunted by the memory of his ex-wife, who is dead because of his stupid mistake. She is a beautiful young lady with amnesia, having everything Michael loved in his ex-wife. She has a fiance, but he wants her at all costs. Will they unite even though Michael's life has changed? Will he receive love after finding the one woman who awoke his dead feelings once more? Wait, what if she's his supposed dead wife?

Chloe Miller never meant to fall for him. It was supposed to be a temporary home. A simple job and nothing more. But Harvey Fletcher is everything Chloe should stay away from—billionaire CEO, devoted father, and her father’s closest friend. Living under the same roof and working at his side, desire becomes impossible to ignore. Every glance lingers too long. Every touch threatens ruin. And every night, they cross the same lines they swore they would never. What begins as restraint turns into stolen kisses, whispered confessions, and an affair that can't be contained. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. But the most dangerous ones live in the same house… and sleep in the same bed.

Daciana, the Alpha’s daughter, is accused of the murder of her father and is banished from her pack. Her world is turned upside down, and the once heir of her pack is now on the run from her father's killers.  Rescued from the hands of death by Milton, the Alpha of Moon Valley Pack, and offered peace and comfort, Daciana's heart still longs for her pack where she left her mother and little sister. She seeks to avenge her father’s death but things get complicated when she finds out that the man who helped her get back on her feet could also be the man who murdered her Father.

"Bianca, be a good girl and spread those legs of yours. Tonight, you belong to us." During the holidays, my husband, Ernest Bowman, has lost a card game against his three childhood friends, so he decides to pay off the debt by offering me to the men. The village men have never seen a city woman as dainty and delicate as me. That's why they get turned on right away. I struggle against them violently, but I can't stop them from spreading my legs forcibly. Thanks to the strong sensations overwhelming me, I can't help but get aroused by their actions, causing my panties to get soaked. "Settle down! Slutty women like you are meant to pleasure us!" After that, someone tears my soaked panties into shreds.

Ryder Radstille, a young warrior from Khenealm is known for two things: his title as "The Roar" for his strength and the other for his ten-year long contract with his sigil partner named Raeya. But ever since their last war with the Shadows, he had been distancing his self from her as he was in the stage of healing from their losses. The Shadows took advantage of Ryder's dilemma and they keep on attempting to revive the wars. Ryder is faced with two things: to save the world; and to protect the one whom the whole world really means to him.

Adele thought the worst day of her life was burying her husband—until the Mafia came to collect the twenty million dollars he left behind. They didn’t just want money. They took her kidney, broke her leg, scarred her face, and left her for dead. Six months later, Adele discovered the cruelest betrayal of all: her husband, Eric, was still alive… and expecting a child with his mistress. When she threatened to expose him, he killed her. But death wasn’t the end. Adele woke up in the past, with one burning vow: this time, she would not be the victim. This time, she would make Eric pay. Her revenge plan was flawless until a new devil entered the game. Angel Dragovich. The ruthless head of House Dragovich—dangerous, sinfully magnetic, and calculative. He wasn’t part of her story before—so why was he here now? ……… Angel Dragovich doesn’t chase petty debts, but when he sees Adele, he claims her as his own. Her fire awakens something dark in him… something that won’t rest until she bends—or breaks.