Dripping Roses Novels & Stories

Ripples of want clenched around his finger and my eyes snapped closed, forgetting I was cursed and shouldn't want this— “Already dripping from how much you milked from me. Fuck…” I choked on a groan. ——— A Cursed Heir. A Dangerous Alpha. After a brutal assassination leaves her orphaned at eight, Willa is heir to lead the Moonveil Pack. Only a child then, her uncle took over the Alpha role. A role he was greedy to leave when the young woman came off age. But the goddess seemed to fail her even more when her first love mysteriously bled to death while they made love for the first time. This dark event sparked rumors that any male who slept with her was cursed to die. Branded cursed, the traumatized Willa lost her wolf and was savagely exiled by her own uncle, who hunted her in other to keep the Alpha title. Willa strayed into a pack, but was captured and accused of a crime she knew nothing about and now found herself at the mercy of Nox, the ruthless Alpha of the Starfall Pack. A predator she couldn't avoid needing to regain all she had lost – her wolf, her title, her freedom.

"Fuck… so wet," he groans. "Listen to that greedy little cunt sucking me in." I reach back between my legs with one shaking hand, fingers slipping through my dripping pussy to rub frantic circles over my swollen clit while he fucks me harder. *** What happens when the wrong twin touches you exactly the right way? Ciara has spent years craving passion her husband never gives. One night, in the dark, she gets it—fingers, lips, release so intense she sees stars. Only it wasn’t Simon. It was Cain. The twin she never knew existed. The one who’s rougher and hungrier. For seven years, Cain watched Ciara from the shadows—his brother’s perfect wife, the woman he could never have until the night she mistook him for Simon… and begged for more. Now he’s moved in and the mansion feels smaller every day. She tells herself it’s wrong, she tells herself to stop but when the lights go out and the house is quiet… …her body remembers who made her cum alive.

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT It contains mature themes, explicit language, graphic violence, strong emotional content, and sexually suggestive situations that may not be suitable for younger audiences or sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised. By continuing, you confirm that you are at least 18 years old and understand that this story contains dark and mature elements meant for adult readers only. In a world where desire knows no limits, Flames of Hot & Steamy Collections burns with forbidden passion and raw, unfiltered lust. From a young woman’s obsessive craving for her handsome stepdad, to a hockey captain begging his dominant coach to claim him, from rival basketball players surrendering to heated rivalry-fueled intimacy, to a poor student corrupted by her rich roommate’s wicked temptations, and powerful alphas locked in primal, possessive mating — this scorching anthology delivers five intensely spicy stories that push every boundary. Steamy age-gap taboo. Sweaty MM locker room secrets. Seductive FF enemies-to-lovers heat. And so much more. If you crave filthy, heart-pounding encounters that leave you dripping and desperate for more, step into the flames of Hot & Steamy Collections Where every taboo desire is set on fire.

Athena is blind, and adopted by a merciful Alpha who takes her in. But being blind didn't do justice to her as she faced hatred and torment from those around her, especially the Alpha's daughter, Lorrie. Out of spite, Lorrie sets Athena up at her engagement party to have her deflowered by her best friend who has eyes for Athena. Unfortunately, Athena is drugged but the person who lays with her isn't the best friend of Lorrie, but Lorrie's own boyfriend, Ragas. Hell breaks loose as Athena gets accused of seducing her boyfriend and is severely punished. Just when Athena feels like her time has expired, in the crowd, someone takes her hand and pulls her up. To her surprise, it was Alpha Jeremy, the man everyone fears, but the strange thing is, he turns out to be her mate. At that moment, Athena, just like any other person at that moment, feels like the goddess is finally coming to her rescue. After being taken by Jeremy from the hand of her abusers, Athena expected to live in a bed of roses, but that dream was prematurely cut short when she turned out pregnant for Ragas. She yet again faces cruel mistreatment and is banished by Jeremy. In anger, Athena vows to take revenge on all those who hurt her and, as the goddess will have it, she meets a third Alpha named Tristan who sympathizes with her. What's in store for Athena and this third Alpha? Will he be the one to truly liberate her, or will he be just like the others who'll only treat her like trash and abandon her again?

Aiden Hale tends to deceased souls in a funeral home, amidst quietness, darkness, and lingering spirits’ whispers. To everyone else, he is merely quiet and aloof, but to some, he holds a lethal secret: he sees spirits. The restless spirits beckon to him, calling for peace, confession, and sometimes vengeance. But recently, there has been something else haunting him. A living person. A masked stalker has been trailing Aiden. This stalker has been leaving Aiden roses and messages, which are sweet and frightening all at once – always with the presence right behind. And suddenly the stalker’s victims begin to appear in the body bags Aiden prepares every day, further muddying the distinction between the living and the dead. And then there's the stepbrother, Ezra Grayson. Charming. Brilliant. And ridiculously overprotective. He's always on hand when Aiden needs him—perhaps a little bit too much. His eyes linger on his face for a fraction of a second too long. The softness of his voice is just a fraction too soft. The smile that stays on his lips for a fraction of a second longer. The more Aiden fights to get out from under the stranger's mask, Until the truth bursts open like a coffin lid. The stalker and his half-brother are the same individual, a male who will kill anyone who dares to threaten Aiden, resulting in a trail of angry spirits and a love plagued by obsession. Aiden finds himself poised between saving Ezra’s soul or being overwhelmed by the darkness that holds not only him but the stalker. Because it is inasmuch as love, being born from sin, that it dies not in silence

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?" I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn. I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings." Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway." The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling. The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology. I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"

Ronald you have to stop, you are my brother, we shouldn't be doing this," Arya whispered in her brother's ears as his hands traced her smooth legs, moving slowly upwards to her hidden cave. We shouldn't be doing this, yet you are holding me tight, we shouldn't be doing this yet you are dripping wet and you can't push me away, admit it, Arya you want this as much as I do, I know it's wrong but we can't help it," Ronald muttered, his hands finally touching her treasure, he caressed it gently making sure she enjoys every bit of it. Ronald!! She moaned with her eyes closed and her fingers digging into his skin. Yeah, louder sis," he said softly sucking on her neck and making sure to leave hickeys. Ronald and Arya Benson are blood siblings but couldn't stop themselves from growing deep erotic feelings for each other despite being under the same roof with their parents. Will their parents find out their secret? Will their love be accepted by the society? Let's find out!!!!!!!

All her life, Jessica Smith had been running from dangerous men. But when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away. He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop fantasising about her. Will they be able to break all the forbidden rules and find closure in each other's arms? ****************************** "Your pussy is dripping for me, begging for me to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped my skin and pulled me up to sink me down his length. “You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have been fantasizing about him since the beginning. “Y..yes,” I moaned.

Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ........................ Lyra runs away when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha Tristan. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha she fled from. The Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?