Long Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Burning Hot Ignite Your Darkest Desires ️Do NOT open unless you’re ready to BURN ️Do NOT read unless you crave the HOTNESS. A filthy, pulse-pounding collection of taboo erotica crafted exclusively for sinners who live for the forbidden rush. Inside, you’ll devour: Stepfather-stepdaughter secrets: that drip with guilt-soaked lust, his rough hands claiming what he shouldn’t, her tight, trembling body arching under him in the dark. Office affairs: where power suits rip open, desks become altars, and her moans echo as he bends her over, thrusting deep while the clock ticks. Exhibitionist thrills: strangers’ eyes devouring every exposed inch as she’s taken against fogged glass, her cries muffled by his palm. Voyeuristic obsessions: hidden cameras catching every slick slide, every gasp as step-siblings finally snap, bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and sin. Kinky one-shots that push every limit: cuffs biting wrists, blindfolds heightening every wet lick, every brutal thrust until you’re begging for release. Each story is a standalone inferno, different bodies, different taboos, same blistering heat. Feel the throb between your thighs, the slick ache building, the shudder when they finally give in. Lock the door. Let the flames consume you. You’ve been warned.

‼️18+ Adult Content In the quiet heat of suburbia and beyond, desires turn deliciously dark. Married women, curious strangers, and hungry lovers surrender to their most depraved cravings — holes stretched double and overflowing, asses claimed mercilessly until they gape and beg, thick creampies pumped so deep they leak for days, explosive squirting that soaks beds, floors, and faces, face-sitting marathons that leave everyone breathless and dripping, golden showers under steamy lights, clamps tugging painfully with every thrust, bondage machines forcing orgasm after shattering orgasm, and raw taboo fucks that shatter every rule. There is no shame and no limits, but pure, sticky, shameless sin. This is an erotic compilation where filthy forbidden desires aren't just explored… they're devoured completely.

“Spread your legs for me, printsessa. Show me how desperate that pretty pussy gets just thinking about my cock.” “My pleasure, sir…” * Trixie waited five years for Zahar to come home. One weekend is all it takes for everything to fall apart. One look from him. One touch. One quiet groan of her name, and she’s on her knees, begging for the man she was never supposed to want. He’s her father’s best friend. Her childhood crush. The man who stopped pretending he didn’t feel the same the second he saw her again. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. And neither of them is backing down.

Blair thought she was stepping into a new family. Instead, she walked straight into a world built on blood and secrets. Her step-brother had always kept his distance, treating her as if she was nothing but a child. But behind the coldness was something far more dangerous—because he was not just the aloof heir of her new family. He was a shadow in the underworld. A man who killed without hesitation. They called him "Ghost Rider," the heir of a powerful Mafia family rooted with Biker Gangs. “Having read your diary, I know what you dream about, angel. I know every craving you try to hide.” His words unsettled her. His touch terrified her. Yet the closer he drew, the more she realized escape was impossible. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her protector. Trapped under the same roof with him and her ruthless stepfather, Blair soon discovered the truth: there were no lines between family and enemies, love and ruin. In a world ruled by power and violence, desire turned into a dangerous game of control. And once he claimed her, breaking free would cost more than her heart—it could cost her life. A forbidden mafia romance where passion is a weapon, and love is just another way to destroy.

She broke into the wrong man’s office. Now she belongs to the Ghost of Wall Street. Clara Sterling came to steal back her father’s empire. Instead, Julian Cross, the ruthless billionaire known as the Ghost of Wall Street, caught her red-handed. His offer was simple and merciless: “Marry me for one year… or watch everything you love burn.” Trapped in a contract soaked in blackmail and obsession, Clara must play the perfect wife while a shadowy enemy, the deadly Goddard Family, circles them with poison, betrayal, and blood. In a world of luxury honeymoons, deadly boardrooms, and lethal secrets, hate ignites into something far more dangerous. Every chapter title is a line he once said to her. And the only man who can save her… might be the one who destroyed her. Married to the Ghost of Wall Street: Twisted Vows

**18+, A COLLECTION OF ONE SHOT SPICY SHORT STORIES** Meet your match in the Obsidian Suite. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself." A woman near the centre raised her champagne flute. "How do we know we'll be compatible with our match?" "Trust the algorithm. We have a 98% success rate. Your preferences, desires, and boundaries are all carefully considered. The algorithm doesn't just match physical attraction, but psychological compatibility. The depth of connection our members report is... extraordinary."

This book contains steamy contents. Lust and Fangs contains steamy erotic vampire Oneshot stories capable of revealing a whole new world of swirling, Thigh tingling, lust and hunger to you. Read with caution.

A series of different sexy short, filled stories to widen your love for pleasure. For those who wish to indulge in secret fantasies and adventures, who want to make their pleasures a reality and unleash their inner desires, this is for you. Embrace it on your terms, at your own pace. Trust the journey and make it uniquely yours.

⚠️WARNING This is a filthy, no-limits collection. Prepare yourself for raw and sinful content that will soak your underwears and leave you aching. These stories dive deep into dark desires including rough non-con to dubcon, forbidden claiming, age-gap seduction, group love making, degradation, public humiliation, taboo relationships, and intense multi-partner scenes. This is not a sweet romance. This is wet, boundary-pushing smut that will make you blush and squirm when no one is watching. Reader discretion is highly advised. But if you want stories that hit hard,turn you on or craves wild, intense, and deliciously wicked moments with zero apologies… Then dive in. Welcome to Wild books (Naughty collection) where good girls get claimed raw and secrets are soaked in sin. Let the depravity begin.

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”