Double Soft Cream Novels & Stories

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

Marriage? Ugh! A kid? Double yuck. Billionaire CEO Kylian Litt needs a wife and fast, as not only is his inheritance is on the line, but he's scared his infuriatingly attractive younger brother, Kieran, will beat him to getting claiming hus inheritance. Yvonne, who's on the brink of bankruptcy needs a lifeline and so, a fake marriage is their perfect solution, until.... It turns out Yvonne has history with Kieran, Kylian's younger brother, who's reluctant to let Yvonne marry his brother. This fake marriage is about to get messy.

End of the year. I was gonna use my bonus to treat Mom to a quick getaway. Instead? No bonus. Four hundred bucks sliced off my paycheck. I shot the HR supervisor a notice—three days to pay up. She laughed. Called me dramatic. Fired me right then. Coworkers backed her. Said I brought it on myself. Said I didn't care about the company. What they didn't see? I laughed the second I got that termination letter. Double severance? Come to mama.

He watched her in the distance, his mind clouded over in confusion. How could he, one of the coldest Alphas in the country, have a mate?The thought of having to take care of someone for the rest of his life haunted him. He always thought he was meant to run the most powerful pack that had no weaknesses; once his wolf becomes attached to hers, nothing can tear them apart. It is known to be the cause of the deaths of many great Alphas, and yet here he stood, unable to tear his eyes away from her.Her soft, shimmering lips stood out to him from across the clearing, occasionally being grazed by her soft, silky golden hair. Her delicate fingers brushed a strand from over her crystal blue eyes as they continued to gaze over the leather-covered book resting in the center of her lap.A soft breeze flowed over her bare shoulders, sending her scent right in his direction. A shiver traveled up his spine as his eyes rolled back into his head. A low growl erupted from his chest, wondering why she was all alone in an empty clearing. She seemed like a prize he had yet to win. (Complete

"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * * This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.

I was a top-tier heart surgeon. The kind they gave a government-issued black SUV with diplomatic plates—armored, red-light-skipping, cleared-for-anything kind of ride. I parked it at my fiancé Marco Varonetti's place so he could keep it in shape. Bad call. One day, I got an emergency call: heart transplant for the Chancellor—yeah, that Chancellor, the one with state secrets ticking inside him. I rushed over to Marco's to grab the car. Right as I was about to leave, some rando slid into the back seat like she owned it. "Mall first. I need a mani," she barked. "Then get the ice cream Marco ordered. If it melts, I'll kill you." Excuse me? "This is my car," I said, trying to stay chill. "I've got a critical airport run. You need to get out." She rolled her eyes. "You're just the driver. Open those eyes and check the plate." Then the maid chimed in. "Everyone knows Mr. Varonetti takes Ms. Caro out in this car. Nobody says a word." I froze. Marco used my federally issued SUV... to chauffeur her? This wasn't just messy. This was criminal.

WARNING: This collection contains extreme dark romance, age gaps, possessive step-daddies, bratty step-brothers, shared mates, BDSM, Voyuerism, Exhibition, light bondage and other dark Kinks and zero limits. If you like your taboo thick, your men fighting over you, and your nights ending with you unable to walk... step right in. ~ ~ ~ Welcome to the house where 'Family' is just a word, and 'Sharing' is the only rule." You think you know what goes on behind closed doors? You have no idea. This isn’t just one story, it’s a collection of 40 Nights of Dripping Desires where bloodline doesn't matter, only the heat does. This is the ultimate forbidden anthology. It starts with just Him (The Step-Father), but it doesn't end there. By the end, you’re trapped in a web of possession, discipline, and double the trouble. WHAT’S INSIDE: Every story in this book is a collection of dirty secrets that gets progressively filthier: The Solo Sessions: Just you and Daddy. Pure, heavy, possessive "Daddy" energy. Zero limits on his patience, strict limits on your clothing. The Double Trouble: When they both decide you need to be "taken care of" at the same time. The Rivalry: Brother vs. Dad. Who gets to kiss you goodnight? Who gets to spank you? (Spoiler: You do). The Audience: Daddy teaches you a lesson while Brother watches... and joins in. Consensual? Yes. Forbidden? Always. Wet? No. It's soaking. You can dive in.

"You can't love him, you need someone who you're more compatible with," he insisted. His arms moved suddenly, his palms slamming against the wall beside my head, his arms locked into place. "You wouldn't know," I gritted out in frustration. Landon sighed, leaning in further till his soft lips pressed against my neck lightly, briefly, making me gasp. "Trust me, I know exactly who you suit," he whispered. "Remember the night at your house after dinner?" He asked, his lips leaving soft kisses up to my ear. I shuddered, nodding. He smiled gently against my skin. "I did want to kiss you."

She is the contract wife of his nephew, who got into his bed after drinking. He is the most powerful billionaire in the city who had no thoughts about any relationship except the strange woman he met that night. One night sex made her lose her virginity and made him addicted to the sweet and soft strange woman. A family reunion drove her to meet her first man again. She tried to hide the ONS memory and avoid his eye contact. But he turned out to be her contracted husband's uncle! When she hides in the upstairs lounge to escape the lively crowd, he was already in the room. The sweet smell and soft skin brought him back to the night. Holding the little woman in his arms, he said, "Divorce my nephew, marry me!"

I could smell his tempting cologne as he walked closer, his presence making my heart skip a beat. He placed his hands on the wall, caging me in with his strong arms. My breath hitched. He leaned in, his honey-colored eyes boring into mine like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Meanwhile, I was melting—like ice cream on a summer sidewalk. "You look familiar," he murmured, biting his lip as if deep in thought. "Have we met before?" Of course, Jack Harrison—the most popular lacrosse player at Wilford High—wouldn’t know who I am. Why would he? I’m the invisible girl. The one who hides behind books and avoids eye contact. The one no one remembers. And yet… I’ve always noticed him. Jack Harrison. The boy every girl wants. The boy I’ve secretly dreamed about since sophomore year. And then—just when I thought I’d spend another year in his shadow—I found out a new family was moving in next door. To my utter disbelief, it turned out to be him. Jack Harrison, the boy I've always wanted.