Novelas de Amanda Myles

Chapter 3The world ripped me away from the Crimson Court and spat me out into pure, biting cold. I stumbled forward on a balcony carved from translucent ice, auroras swirling violently overhead. Snow stretched forever under a star-filled sky, and floating palaces gleamed like frozen diamonds in the distance.Vaelith Frostreign was already waiting.His silver-white hair whipped in the wind as those glacier-blue eyes locked onto me. He took one look at my flushed face, swollen lips, and the faint red marks still blooming on my neck from Pyrrathion’s mouth, and his expression darkened with cold fury.“Tell me,” he ordered, voice like cracking ice.The words tumbled out, bitter and raw. The long night of teasing, the feast, Pyrrathion’s thick fingers pumping inside me while he promised me everything… and then seeing him let that other woman drag him into a deep, hungry kiss like I meant nothing.Vaelith’s jaw tightened. Frost spread across the balcony railing beneath his fingers.“Then

Chapter 2The heat hit me like stepping into a forge. Pyrrathion’s court was breathtaking and terrifying, towers of black volcanic glass rising against a sky streaked with perpetual sunset, rivers of lava flowing in controlled channels that lit everything in molten gold and deep crimson. The air smelled of smoke, spice, and something darker. Desire, maybe.He stood before me, bare-chested, flames licking lazily along his shoulders. His crimson eyes burned as he reached for me.“Finally alone,” he murmured, voice rough. His big hands settled on my waist, pulling me flush against him. Gods, he was so warm. My body reacted instantly, melting into the heat, my nipples peaking, a slick ache building between my thighs.Just as his mouth descended toward mine, a thunderous voice cracked through the air like a whip of pure power.“ENOUGH.”Pyrrathion froze. The flames on his skin dimmed. A shimmering figure materialized above us…tall, androgynous, made of shifting light and ancient starfire

Chapter 5The stranger stood frozen at the mouth of the alley, half-hidden in shadow, but I could feel his eyes crawling over every inch of my exposed, filthy body. Circe’s hips never stopped moving. Her thick strap-on kept pistoning deep into my oversensitive pussy with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the damp bricks. Each thrust sent fresh aftershocks rippling through me, my walls fluttering and clenching around the silicone while I tried to catch my breath from the last shattering orgasm.I should have felt mortified. I was mortified, my dress torn open, tits spilling out, knees scraped raw on the grimy pavement, face streaked with dirt and drying tears. But the potions still hummed in my blood, turning shame into liquid heat that pooled low in my belly.Circe noticed him too. Her hand tightened around my throat as she looked over, that wicked, predatory smile spreading across her lips. “Like what you see?” she called out, voice rough with effort. She slammed into me harder

Chapter 1I never meant to ruin my life. I only wanted answers.The ruins crouched in the forest like old bones, half-swallowed by moss and moonlight. I’d come alone with my notebook, my lantern, and a half-translated scrap of parchment that promised secrets about the old fae courts. Stupid, maybe. But I was twenty-four, stubborn, and tired of dusty libraries telling me the stories were just stories.I brushed my fingers across the carved standing stone, tracing runes that seemed to flicker under my touch. A thorned vine had grown right through a crack in the rock.When I reached to pull it away, it bit me. One sharp prick. A single drop of blood welled up, bright as a ruby, and fell onto the stone.The ground under me shook immediately.Golden light exploded outward, cracking the ground beneath my boots. Wind howled. Frost bit the air. Shadows thickened around me like smoke and I stumbled back, heart slamming against my ribs, but something inside me pulled foward, a deep, intimate

Chapter 4The distant sound of footsteps echoes down the alley. They’re sharp, clicks against wet pavement. My body jerks, but Circe's grip on the bottle doesn't waver. Instead, she yanks it out with a wet pop that makes my hole clench around empty air. The sudden void sends a tremor through my limbs."Someone's coming," I manage to gasp, but Circe just laughs…a low, dangerous sound that vibrates through my bones.Without warning, she flips me onto my back. The rough pavement scrapes against my bruised flesh, sending sparks of pain-pleasure up my spine. My ripped dress offers no protection, leaving me completely exposed to the cool night air and whatever lurks in the shadows.Circe's fingers dig into my thighs, nails breaking skin as she spreads me wide. The position is obscene, legs splayed open, pussy glistening and swollen from abuse, chest heaving with ragged breaths. I can feel my own wetness pooling beneath me on the grimy ground."Let them watch," she hisses, aligning the s

Chapter 3I stayed slumped against the brick, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs slick and trembling. My ass and pussy throbbed with that deep, used ache that should have left me satisfied. It didn’t. If anything, the potions’ fading echo made me hungrier. The telepathic link had dulled to a faint hum, but it left behind this raw, exposed feeling, like every filthy craving I’d ever hidden was now laid bare between us.“We should go home,” Circe said, her voice still husky. She was buckling her harness back on, the thick strap-on jutting obscenely from her hips. Even in the dim light, I could see how flushed she was, how her chest rose and fell.“No.” The word slipped out before I could overthink it. I pushed off the wall and turned to face her, my ripped panties long gone, my dress hanging open at the top from earlier tugging. My breasts were exposed, nipples tight from the cool night air. I didn’t cover myself. “Here. I want it here. Don’t take me home yet.”Circe’

Chapter 4The yacht felt different after Kayden left. The air was warmer, lighter, like a weight had been lifted off my chest. His angry departure at the last dock barely registered. All I could focus on was Sincere, the way his eyes kept finding me across the deck, dark and hungry behind that easy smile he wore for his friends.Marinette picked up on the vibe quickly. After a few knowing glances and one very unsubtle wink, she faked a yawn and asked one of the crew to drop her back at the marina. “You two behave,” she called as she left, but her grin said she hoped we wouldn’t.Now it was just us.The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the water in deep oranges and purples. Soft music played from the speakers as Sincere led me back down to the private cabin, his hand warm and firm on my lower back.The second the door clicked shut, the teasing tension we’d carried all afternoon snapped.He kissed me like he’d been holding back for years. Deep, slow, and filthy. His tongue s

Chapter 3I told myself I wasn’t going to text him back. For three whole days after that park conversation, I ignored Sincere’s messages. They were simple, never pushy just “Hey, think about it” and “No pressure, Sole.” But every time my phone lit up with his name, my stomach flipped and heat pooled low in my belly. I kept remembering how he’d looked at me like I was already worth something.Marinette wasn’t having any of it. She barged into my room on the fourth day, phone in hand, waving screenshots of Sincere’s texts like evidence in court.“Girl, he’s fine, he’s rich, and he’s clearly been into you for months. Why are you playing hard to get? Kayden dumped you like yesterday’s trash, and now a guy who actually sees you wants to help? Say yes before I do it for you.”“I don’t need some guy to fix me,” I muttered, even as my cheeks burned. Deep down, I knew she was right. I was tired of feeling small. Tired of hiding.By the end of the week, I caved. Sincere’s invitation came thro

Chapter 2I woke up with my head pounding and my mouth tasting like regret and cheap vodka. Sunlight sliced through my half-closed blinds, stabbing straight into my brain. I groaned, rolling over in my tangled sheets, my oversized sleep shirt riding up over the soft curve of my belly. Kayden’s words hit me again like a slap. You’ve let yourself go. My hand drifted down instinctively, pressing against the warm, plush flesh of my stomach. I hated how it jiggled slightly under my palm. My thighs felt heavy, pressing together, and my breasts ached from sleeping in my bra. Everything about me felt too much this morning.But underneath the shame, there was heat. The memory of last night wouldn’t leave me alone, that tall figure in the shadows, watching me cry and stumble. Sincere. His eyes on my body like he actually wanted what he saw. The thought made my nipples tighten against the fabric.I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out my rose toy. The soft pink silicone felt cool

Chapter 1The words kept replaying in my head, sharp and ugly, like broken glass under my skin.“You’ve let yourself go, Sole. I mean… look at you.” Kayden’s voice had been so calm, almost bored, as he sat in the driver’s seat of his Mustang. His eyes had dragged over my body like he was inspecting something he no longer wanted. “I need someone who actually takes care of herself. This just isn’t working anymore.”I hadn’t said anything back. I just sat there, my thighs pressed tight together on the cool leather, feeling every soft inch of myself that he clearly hated now. My oversized hoodie suddenly felt too tight across my chest, my belly pressing against the fabric in a way that made me want to disappear. When he unlocked the door and told me to get out, I did it without looking at him. I slammed it so hard the car shook.Now I was walking alone down this empty suburban road, the summer night air thick and sticky against my skin. My strappy sandals were rubbing blisters into my

Chapter 5The hallway air is cold against my sweat-slick skin, every drop of cum cooling on my thighs and stomach. The wood grain presses into my back as I lean against the wall, chest heaving, cock still half-hard despite everything.Then i hear the click of the lock turning.The door swings inward and there he and my step brothers comes into the frame, his muscular silhouette blocking the light from the room. His boxer briefs are gone now, completely naked, his cock hanging thick between his legs. Behind him, I can see Ayra still on the bed, her legs spread, cum leaking from her swollen pussy onto the stained sheets."Did you really think I was done with you?" His voice is low, dangerous. He steps forward, grabs my upper arm, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Get back in here. Now."I stumble as he drags me back into the room, the smell of sex hitting me hard, It smells like sweat and coppery fluids. My bare feet stick to the hardwood floor slightly. Ayra watches us, her expres

Chapter 4I’m barely two steps toward the door when his voice stops me cold.“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”His hand clamps down on my bicep like a vice, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. I stumble backward, heart slamming against my ribs. Before I can even process it, he shoves me roughly toward the bed. Ayra is still lying there on her stomach, ass slightly raised, her pussy visibly wrecked and leaking a slow, creamy mix of cum onto the already-stained sheets. She doesn’t move. She just watches us with those heavy, half-lidded eyes.“We’re not done with you yet, little brother,” he says, that smug, cruel edge in his voice making my stomach twist. “Strip. Everything off.”My hands shake as I fumble with my shirt. The fabric is already damp with sweat and the sticky remnants of what’s still drying on my face. I peel it off and drop it. My jeans and boxers come next, catching on my painfully hard cock before it springs free, throbbing and leaking a steady bead of p