Kindle Cloud Viewer Novels & Stories

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.

The three of us got dragged into a horror game. My handsome CEO husband, Adrian Chase, tore through dungeon after dungeon and shot straight into the top four on the player leaderboard. Then we entered an SSS-level dungeon, and he and our son decided I was deadweight. They left me behind in a monster-filled zone. The chat instantly blew up: [Adrian Chase is so hot! He should've dumped that deadweight forever ago!] [Theo's only ten and already this strong? Total mini-Adrian.] [Adrian and the number two player, Mollie, are perfect together. I ship them so hard!] I was crouched in a pool of blood, zoning out, when a shadow dropped over me. The stream chat lost it: [Holy crap! That's the SSS-level BOSS!] [Did she freeze up?! Run!] I looked back— The boss who had the entire server terrified dropped to one knee without hesitation, silver hair spilling across my lap. "Master, you haven't spent time with me in three days..." I shoved his stupidly handsome face away. "Not now. I'm busy." Viewer chat: [Wait, WHAT did we just hear?!]

Thanks to the paparazzi sneakily taking a photo of Caitlin Randall in her swimwear, she's been rated as the most perfect woman in Lunbury for seven years in a row. Countless men who wish to bed her can line up to the moon and back. The thing is, everyone knows that Caitlin only favors me, the deaf man who stays by her side all the time. When I was 18, I blew out my eardrums when I was saving Caitlin from danger. Since then, I can no longer hear the sounds and voices coming from the external world. Whenever we're passionately entangled with each other in bed, Caitlin will always kiss my ears with red-rimmed eyes. But I can never hear what she tells me every time. That is, until the night of Caitlin's birthday, when she blindfolds me and tells me that she wants to play a game. That's when I can finally hear her voice. "Let's play something spicy, Terry." Caitlin ties me up and convinces me to drink some alcohol. When the lashing heat pooling in my gut threatens to break me down, I'm so close to telling the truth to Caitlin—that my hearing is restored. "Ms. Randall, the people and the tools are ready. Are you sure you want to do this to Mr. Boyer?" When I hear the robotic voice coming from Caitlin's earpiece, I freeze up immediately. But at that moment, she has already injected me with a dose of sedatives. "Be a good boy, Terry. Everything will still be fine when you're asleep."

My wife has a severe sex addiction. But in the seven years we've been married, she never lets me touch her. To suppress her urges, she spends all day submerged in ice-cold water, and her arms are covered in needle marks. Several times, I try to initiate intimacy out of concern for her, but her reaction is terrifying. She even threatens to kill herself. "I told you, I only want a Platonic relationship in this lifetime. Can you stop being so selfish? If you insist on making me do that, I'd rather die!" she exclaims. She maintains this unusual obsession for seven years. Even after ending up in the hospital multiple times from suppressing her desires, she refuses to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a man comes in for a pre-check of his phalloplasty enlargement for the ninth time. After the anesthesia takes effect, he begins rambling incoherently. "Honey, I love you so much." Looking at the surgical scars, I shake my head, thinking this guy is really willing to go to extreme lengths for his wife. Then, I hear his final murmur. "Tasha, aren't I so much better compared to your useless husband?" My hand jerks, and I nearly drop the scalpel. It is because my wife's name is Tasha Snyder.

Six has a lot to handle between caring for her drug-addicted mother, raising her three year old brother and going to school. She seems to have everything under control, but she's had to make some touch choices and do some things she isn't proud of to get to this point. Axle is a spoiled rich kid on his third attempt at senior year who never takes responsibility for anything. He's got a quick temper and is prone to letting jealousy cloud his judgment.They are complete opposites on paper yet they can't seem to stay away from each other. Will they be able to stay together despite Six's messy past and present?

Scarlette Newton thought her five-year marriage was built on love—until she walked in on her husband in a hotel room with her younger sister. Betrayed. Humiliated. And constantly blamed for not giving him a child. As if that pain wasn’t enough, Ethan served her divorce papers and spat the words that shattered her soul: “You’re useless. Broken. Unwanted.” Just when her world came crashing down, Liam—Ethan’s younger brother—stepped forward with a shocking proposal that flipped everything. “Let me ruin you for him, Scarlette…” Liam growled, his breath hot against my thighs as he knelt between my legs, eyes burning into mine. “Marry me—and I’ll make you forget what it ever felt like to be touched by my brother. I’ll make your body scream my name until his becomes a curse you never speak again.” Now Scarlette must decide: walk away quietly like everyone expects… or marry Liam and tear the Newton name down from the inside. Viewer Discretion Advised ☠️ This book contains intense, dark themes: rough sex, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content

**Story On Hold** Life is complicated enough as Charlotte has twin Alpha mates who don't get along, but suddenly, after an accident, she has a second chance to relive her life! She has the opportunity to change things. But what Charlotte doesn't realize is that everything comes with a price and her rebirth did not happen by chance. Bickering, lies, and secrets seem to cloud the perfect life she once desired with her mates and now has her questioning if she even wants them. What she doesn't know is that they each have a secret that they're keeping from her. And one of those secrets involves... murder. Is this second chance just what they needed or will it complicate things even more?

My mother got remarried. I thought it would be a better turn — a new father, a stable home and a chance to breathe. The plan was simple; move on from my toxic ex, survive my final year in college and stay out of family drama. Until I met him at dinner. My new stepbrother. The new head of my department in school. Rough, tattooed and deadly hot. The leader of dead vultures club. He was everything I was supposed to avoid. Instead, I ended up slammed over his desk. We played with fire, we were reckless. It was addicting but very wrong. When the cloud of dangerous affection clears, whose life gets ruined first? His career and club or my entire existence?

"I hate this life!" Isabella screamed, her frustration rising with each second. Finally having had enough with being confined to the castle walls, she decided to take her life into her own hands. But her duties as the only one who needs to marry the Alpha King for the safety of the kingdom loomed over her like a dark cloud that would never go away. Afraid of her parents reaction, she sneakily created a plan that she had hoped would be better for her. But little does she know they made a pact with the Alpha King that would change her life forever. Is she ever going to be able to take destiny into her own hands and forge her own path. Or will she lose her freedom forever?

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!