How Does Beauty Sleep End?

JOSIE FRANK PRESENTS EXCLUSIVELY “WET DREAMS” A DARK EROTICA ANTHOLOGICAL SERIES This is not a sweet romance Story.. This is not a gentle fantasy either! Wet Dreams is a dark erotica collection written by Josie Frank, the very first and only original WET DREAMS SERIES on Goodnovel, it’s created for readers who crave obsession, power, mystery, and desire that borders on dangerous. These stories dive headfirst into lust-driven encounters where restraint snaps, boundaries blur, and attraction turns feral and possessive. Each chapter of this anthology delivers a new fantasy one so intense, indulgent, and deliberately messy that will leave you wet and panting. From forbidden tension between adults who should know better, to secret affairs that spiral into fixation, obsession, to dominant men, daddy’s, brothers best friend, who do not just want the heroine.. They claim her! Possessive, alpha leads, Untouched heroines pulled into temptation, mafia brides in arranged marriages, Power and heavy dynamics, control, surrender, and obsession. This Insta-lust anthology is one that turns addictive, each chapter holds a different story filled with depth, background, and Fantasies. This story gives us the chance to indulge and sneak a glimpse at that kink you feel so deeply curious about one that start in the mind and refuse to stay there. This collection does not pretend to be polite, cause it’s not meant to be. It is hot, dirty, filthy, and written to awaken the desires you usually keep buried. The kind you think about when the lights are off. The kind that linger long after you close the app. This book is 18+ and contains mature themes, dark elements, and power-based relationships. So If you’re looking for something tamer turn back now but If you want indulgence without apology… Welcome, because things are about to get messy.

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

Diane Mercer has the perfect life, a loving husband, a brilliant four-year-old daughter, and a beautiful home by the lake. But perfection is a mask. Craving the passion her marriage lacks, Diane begins a dangerous affair fueled by lust and cocaine. When her two worlds violently collide one ordinary Thursday morning, the consequences are far worse than she ever imagined. What follows is a descent into psychological torment, betrayal, and supernatural horror that spans years. As guilt and paranoia consume her, Diane discovers the terrifying truth: some mistakes don’t end with death. They only begin there. Raw, relentless, and brutally intimate, Rest, Honey is a chilling exploration of desire, guilt, and the horrifying prisons we build with our own hands. A story that will haunt you long after the final page, because sometimes the worst thing you can see… is exactly who you’re becoming.

Loosely based on the well known fairytale, this is a re-imagination of the original Beauty and the beast; a story as old as time with an incredible twist. In the small town of Redwood- where she grew up- Arabella will find herself in more trouble than she bargained for when she ends up in the palace of the incredibly handsome, yet moody, Royce. Will Arabella find out the truth about her mysterious host or will her life end before she has a chance to escape?

MOST times the Beast doesn't have to be a guy that turns out to be a charming prince. Sometimes the beast could be that person you least expect. A member of your family or that friend you thought could never bite. When Amber's dad gets murdered, she falls into a coma. She wakes up and all fingers point to her as the whole world thinks she is responsible. But then someone is set to kill her. Who could that be? Was her fathers death all just a mere coincidence or is someone behind it? Find out the Beast in this breathtaking novel as Amber unravels the mystery behind her existence.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.