Orc God Novels & Stories

Amara tries to make the best out of her forced marriage to Ace Milton, the rich playboy that she hated from her high school days. Forced into a corner with Ace's proposal as her only way out, she now has no choice but to agree to marry him and provide him with an heir. What she doesn't know is that Ace is hiding a dangerous secret. He is a werewolf, and she is his mate.

WARNING:⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE CONTENTS Damon's eyes blaze with unholy delight as he watches Hazel struggle to take his massive cock, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He can feel her throat constricting around him, the pressure exquisite, and he knows he's pushing her to her limits.Fuck, yes, he snarls, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully, that's it, take it all. Swallow my cock like the obedient little cumslut you are.He rocks his hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts, relishing the feeling of her saliva coating his shaft, her nose pressed to his groin. The sounds of her gagging, choking, and slurping only spur him on, stoking the fires of his lust.Damon's roar of pleasure echoes through the chamber as Hazel's hands find his sac, massaging and caressing his most sensitive flesh. The added stimulation pushes him closer to the edge, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.Enough, he growls, yanking her off his dick with a wet pop. On your knees, bitch. Time to fill that greedy cunt with my seed.He grabs her arms and forces her onto her knees, spreading her legs wide apart. With one hand, he unfastens his belt and frees his cock, stroking it impatiently as he positions himself at her entrance.Open wide, he snarls, pressing the head of his cock against her slick folds. Take it all, like a good little whore. Let me mark you as mine.Forced into a marriage with a mysterious, dangerous man known as "the Devil," a young woman must survive his dark world while uncovering secrets that blur the line between hatred and unexpected desire.

Three years of marriage, and I'd become known in our social circle as the ultimate doormat. My husband staying out all night, his silent treatment, bringing his first love home to flaunt in my face—through it all, I'd smile and make him hangover soup, keeping the house spotless. Everyone thought I loved him to the point of madness. Even he believed it. Until the day of the divorce, when he begged me with tears in his eyes not to leave—and then watched "me" collapse rigid to the floor after a power outage, revealing a charging port on the back of my neck. He lost his mind. Meanwhile, the real me was lying on a beach in the Maldives, running my fingers through the hair of a gorgeous twenty-something with a six-pack, cheerfully pressing the "factory reset" button.

Isabella Reyes thought she knew the man she married. Gabriel Thorne wasn’t just her childhood best friend—he was her husband, her forever, the billionaire who once swore she was his whole world. But after five years of lonely nights and his cold indifference, Isabella walked away. The divorce was her freedom. For Gabriel, it was just another contract signed with ruthless detachment. He thought he could live without her. He was wrong. Months later, fate drags them back together when Isabella inherits a vineyard his empire needs. The wife he let go too easily has returned stronger, fiercer—and far more tempting than he remembers. Now every clash, every deal, every stolen glance reignites the fire they once shared. Gabriel is ready to risk everything to win her back. But Isabella carries a secret that could shatter them both—one she’s guarded since the day she left. This time, he’s not just fighting for the woman he lost. He’s fighting for the family he never knew he had.

"Fuck you, Marcel.” “I could,” he says, smiling. “Though I haven’t had sex in years.” “Well, I pity the woman who breaks that streak.” “I do too,” he murmurs, his eyes shamelessly roaming my body. ~~~~ Marriage is supposed to be a blessing. Mine? A fucking curse. My husband loved his job more than he ever loved me—or so I thought. Until I discovered he wasn’t just married to his work. He was screwing half the damn city. And then he had the audacity to serve me the divorce papers. So I left. And Aiden King—his powerful, arrogant rival—opened his door. That was five years ago. Now I’m wearing a ring again. But not his and Marcel doesn't seem to care “This is….so …wrong,” I said practically out of breath “You still taste the same” He Says lining at my entrance “I'm not your wife anymore I'm married now” he said raising my hips to meet his mouth “That means fuck to me and Last I checked, you said ‘I do.’ Walked down the aisle to me. I’ve got the marriage certificate—and a memory of you screaming my name while taking my cock,repeatedly that night any other marriage you think you're in is irrelevant” He says as he slams into me with one brutal thrust God help me. He wasn't wrong….

“I want you back, Lexi,” Ryan confessed with teary eyes and a squinty expression. “Dream on, Mr. Ryan Middleton. I came here for business, and so, let’s face it,” Lexi asserted in a cold voice. Ryan’s heart broke by the kind of response he got from Lexi, his ex-wife. He didn’t need to be told that it was really over because the woman sitting prettily in front of him has built barricades around her heart. . Alexandra Lexi married Ryan Middleton because she thought she could escape poverty, but things went south when Ryan blamed her for trying to break his love story with Jasmine Stevenson. Despite having his baby, Ryan maltreated Lexi, and she endured everything until she couldn’t take it in anymore. Lexi took the bold step and walked out of the marriage. She found out about her real identity on the same day. What would Ryan Middleton do when the same woman he despised returned three years later as the heiress of an elite family and the head of the biggest conglomerate in the country? Would he try to win her back or wallow in his regret? What would Lexi do when she meets her ex-husband, who caused her nightmares in the past? Would her heart soften, or would she take revenge with her newfound power and resources?

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.

A year ago, Aveline Young found a man with amnesia on the side of the road and brought him home. This man was strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a face that could easily earn a fortune in modeling. Aveline felt an embarrassing flutter in her heart and on a whim, they quickly got married. However, once the man recovered his memory, his first action was to divorce her, claiming he needed to go back and take over his family's business. Aveline was stunned but accepted the divorce, thinking that money was more important and that she shouldn't be tied to one man when there were plenty of younger options available. On the day they finalized their divorce, Aveline shocked everyone in Cloudflare City with a bold statement in the divorce papers: "He’s no good, so I got bored." Post-divorce, Aveline was never short of attention from young, attractive men. At one social event, a friend inquired whether she would ever consider reconciling. Aveline scoffed. "The one who brings up getting back together is a dog!" Late one night, her phone rang. "Who's this?" "Woof!"

The seventh time Dante Moretti served me divorce papers, I was sitting with my son in a cheap diner on Chicago's South Side. I forced a smile and brushed my hand over my son's hair. "Just wait a little longer, sweetheart. This time, Mommy will get custody of you." He stayed quiet for a long moment. Then he looked up and asked, “Mommy, how much do you need to sell me for before you're happy?” Before I could answer, he pulled a handwritten divorce agreement from his backpack and pushed it toward me. "I know you keep fighting Dad for me because you want more money from him." "I wrote the agreement for him. Please sign it. Dad is already tired. Stop making his life so hard." His handwriting was crooked, but every word had been written with care. Dante would give me three million dollars. At the bottom, in my son's childish scrawl, was one more line. [After you take the money, don't bother me, Dad, and Serena anymore. Let us be happy.] Serena was Dante's childhood sweetheart. The woman he trusted more than his own wife. For five years, I had stood against Dante's family, his lawyers, and half the Chicago underworld just to keep custody of my son. For him, I would've walked away with nothing. But the child I had raised for eight years had already chosen another mother. So why shouldn't I give their perfect little family exactly what they wanted?

"You don't own me." "Believe me darling. I own every part of your body. Even your soul belongs to me. Only me." .... Xavier Night , the only heir of the Night family. He is 29 years old with a devilishly handsome face and body. He is arrogant yet sweet, cruel yet soft. He is a combination of good and bad. He is an Angel trapped in a devil's body. Xavier had no other purpose rather than growing his company and helping the poor. He wasn't ready to share his life with anyone until a specific someone came into his life or rather was forced in his life. A forced bride!!! Anyone would hate it but Xavier was different because he was obsessed with his forced bride..... ~~ She was forced on me but now she belongs to me ~~