Does Veldora Die Novels & Stories

"Choke on my dick, baby girl," Daddy growled, fisting my hair as he shoved his cock down my throat. "This what you wanted?" he growled. "Your uncle's cock inside you? Fucking you while your parents sleep upstairs?" • She’s young, dripping wet, and utterly fucked the moment they lay eyes on her. In YOURS, DADDIES, one insatiable woman gets claimed hard and without mercy by older, dominant men who know exactly how to break her open and make her beg. These aren’t gentle lovers—they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl “Mine” while pinning her down, stretching her tight holes with thick cocks, and filling her until she’s leaking their cum and screaming their names. From the ruthless CEO who bends her over his desk, spanking her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her his perfect little slut… to the tattooed brothers who take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess, sobbing “Yes, Daddy, harder.” Every story is packed with filthy daddy kink: choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation (“Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore”), rough breeding fantasies, light bondage, and group scenes where multiple alphas use her body like their personal toy—edging her, denying her orgasms, then ruining her with explosive releases. No vanilla bullshit here. Just raw, sweat-soaked, pussy-pounding obsession. She gets marked, owned, and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible—left gaping, bruised, and addicted to being their fucktoy. If you can’t handle getting soaked just reading the warnings… walk away now. But if you crave being utterly destroyed by possessive daddies who won’t stop until you’re theirs forever—open wide, baby girl. They’re coming for every hole.

In the eighth year after breaking up with Tyler Goff, we bump into each other at an international airport. Tyler is in a hurry to fly overseas just to see his wife. I, on the other hand, need to go on an international business trip. After a moment of silence, he gives me a polite nod. "How's life after you're back in the country?" I reply politely that everything is fine on my end. When we're about to board our respective flights, Tyler suddenly turns to look at me. "Rosemary, the truth is, back when you flew thousands of miles just to see me, I was…" The blaring announcement in the airport drowns out what Tyler has to say to me. I don't bother listening to him. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk away. Back then, when I lost contact with my home country for eight hours, Tyler came clean about the life he had shared with another woman. I'm so glad that the thousands of miles stretching between two different cities have given me a chance to see through Tyler's actual colors as well as the nature of this wretched relationship.

Three years ago, my husband, my parents, and my adopted sister faked their deaths to test whether I had married into the DeLuca family for love or for power. They cut off my money, took my home, and left me and my son with nothing. Three years later, they came back. My husband stepped out of a black Rolls-Royce, looked down at me, and said, “Evelyn, you passed the test.” What he didn’t know was that my son was already dead. And I was dying too.

I was vacationing in St. Moritz, Switzerland with my mother when Vivian from the Valenti family office sent me a photo. The woman in it lay on the cold marble floor of the estate, her coat stripped away, her body covered in blood. No one stood near her, as if she had already been set aside like a problem to be dealt with. It was hard to tell if she was still breathing. A voice message followed, her tone sharp and controlled. “Elena, don’t assume that marrying the Don and being called Donna means your small-town family can step onto Valenti property.” “The lakeside estate Mr. Valenti just acquired is a family asset. Letting someone like your mother stay there breaks rules.” “I act on the Don’s behalf. It is my responsibility to remove people who should not be there.” “This is what happens when someone crosses a line.” I went still. Then I looked up at my mother sitting across from me. She held her tea, calm as ever. I lowered my eyes and enlarged the photo. The moment I saw the woman’s face, my chest tightened. It was not my mother. It was Luca’s. I called Vivian immediately. “Have you lost your mind? That’s Luca’s mother.” She gave a light laugh, her tone cool and distant. “Mr. Valenti has always been clear. Your mother is yours. His mother is his.” “The Valenti family does not take in outsiders.” “You may be Donna, but that does not mean your family steps inside with you.”

He is the king of the Italian underworld. She is the woman fate marked with a deadly curse. Alessio De Luca, the ruthless head of the De Luca Crime Syndicate, has built his empire on fear. Cold, untouchable, and impossible to defeat, he has never believed in love… until an arranged marriage binds him to Seraphina Rossi, a woman whose beauty hides a terrifying secret. On their wedding night, one kiss changes everything. Blood stains Alessio’s lips. The doctors find no poison. No disease. No explanation. Then an ancient truth comes to light. Every time Alessio kisses the woman he loves… he moves one step closer to death. Determined to save his life, Seraphina pushes him away. But the more she runs, the more dangerously obsessed he becomes. As rival mafia families ignite a brutal war for the De Luca empire and a centuries-old curse begins to awaken, every kiss steals another piece of Alessio’s life. With betrayal lurking inside his own family and enemies waiting for him to fall, he must choose between his empire… and the only woman capable of destroying him. But some curses demand more than a life. They demand a love willing to die for the truth. When every kiss is a death sentence… will the Mafia King stop loving her, or will he kiss her until his very last heartbeat?

It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal. All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat. Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack. By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link: "Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration." I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore." "Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand." I cut the link. After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time: "The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."

“She is so small, can she take us?” “Her skin looks so soft and chunky, I want to bite it.” “Medora, from this moment onwards, you belong to us.” “Will you strip for us? Or should we help you?” ****** Medora walked into her sister’s wedding and found her fated mate standing at the altar. Only he’d chosen her sister. But beautiful girls don't have to settle for ruthless Alphas. That’s what plus-sized, overlooked little sisters are for. So Medora steps up to take her sister's place in the Ironholt pack. It's fine. She can handle being a bargaining chip to carry the Lycan bloodline. What she can’t handle are the four Alphas waiting for her. Kaz, Kai, Kol, and Kenzo. Her father’s oldest friends. Men, she spent her childhood watching from the shadows. They don’t know her face, but the second she arrives, they look at her like she's everything they've ever wanted. And Medora is terrified she's going to want them back.

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

Trigger warning!! This book drips with heat and secrets. It’s bold, shameless, and unapologetic. Vows will be tested, and desires will betray. Step inside and let passion, temptation and sin consume you. Freak for daddies is the ultimate den of the damned, horny and the forbidden. This collection isn’t soft romance, it’s temptation wrapped in unhinged obsession and fixation, a descent into forbidden cravings, dangerous power plays, dark toe-curling kinks, role reversals, day-to-day life smut, animalistic temptations and vintage seduction. Every story drips with tension, innocence that begs to be corrupted, possessive hunger and an intoxicating addiction. Anticipate the darkest fantasies that can’t be spoken, but written because of how heated they are, blurred boundaries, addictive chemistry, and enough heat to make your cheeks warm, and your legs clenched with desires. This is a tale where cocks are hard at first sight, pussies are purring with wetness, characters are pinned against the walls and choked, bent over the nearest surface and fucked into oblivion. Be warned, dearest readers, for this novel will consume you with sinful desires, and leave you gasping for more.

Lira was never meant to survive the fire. Marked by an ancient spiral and hunted by the bloodline that should have protected her, she has spent her life being shaped into someone else’s weapon. A queen. A mate. A vessel for power older than memory. But Lira has learned the cost of obedience. When the ruins of her past rise again and Draven returns with promises of thrones, legacy, and a kingdom built from blood, Lira is forced to face the truth buried beneath every scar. The spiral was never only a curse. It was a calling. And now that calling has awakened something inside her that even the dead still fear. Kael stands beside her, bloodied, loyal, and bound to her by more than survival. But love cannot shield her from what waits beneath the Bone Moon. Because Draven doesn’t only want Lira back. He wants the future she carries. And Lira will burn every throne before she lets her child inherit chains.