Pot Calling Kettle Black Novels & Stories

⚠️”BDSM, abuse, master-slave relationship, graphic…”⚠️ Illegitimate daughter, unwanted by her own family, Avelyn is sold off to settle her father’s debts in place of her sister and lands in the arms of the city’s most dangerous man. Her heart already belongs to someone else, yet she must survive one year under his roof without surrendering her body… or her soul. Can she resist the pull of temptation when her enemy becomes the only man who can save her? This is a dark romance. You have been forewarned⚠️ Now swipe like a good girl

He betrayed her bed. Now she’s burning in someone else’s. For six years, Sierra Black played the perfect Luna—devoted, obedient, untouched by scandal. Until the night she walked in on her Alpha husband between the legs of a younger woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, Sierra agrees to his twisted offer of an open marriage… but only to make him regret ever calling her boring. Enter the Nightmoor twins—Riven and Rafe. Sinful. Ruthless. Off-limits. Her younger brother’s best friends… and the only ones who ever made her feel wanted. One night turns into temptation. A kiss turns into surrender. And suddenly, Sierra’s not just tasting freedom—she’s starving for it. But secrets run deeper than betrayal. Her husband won’t let her go. The rogue mistress wants her dead. And the twins? They’re not here to play fair. Now the Luna everyone dismissed is about to become the one they all fear.

For years there's been a voice in his head calling him, howling for his inner wolf. He had tried to find out who she was, his mate, the wolf calling out to him, but he couldn't, until it was too late.

The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left. For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect. Then Clara Voss appeared. She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage. He said he still loved me, but he also said I was spoiled, jealous, and needed to learn my place. So I did. I signed the divorce papers and left New York behind. Mrs. DeLuca was dead. Evelyn Moretti had come back.

In Kingdom where women and girls are thrust into a life of bondage to be used as pleasure dolls for men and rich folks who could afford to buy them, a young, innocent girl of fifteen, green in life finds herself looking toward this life, with horror stories of dolls echoing deep in her heart, leaving her green eyes wide with terror. Then fate strikes and she finds herself in the path of another, though in a different path, but shares the same fate. A life in bondage. She has been made one of the most powerful woman in the kingdom, not through her making, but by the greediness of a mother, and the ambition of a father. She is the twelfth wife of a cruel old King, who kills his wives without hesitancy at the failure to produce a male child. Their path intertwine at the wedding ceremony, indoctrinating the young black haired beauty into her new life. They were not looking for it, but love came knocking on their door. It is frowned upon, it is an abomination, if found out their lives is at stake, but these young women couldn’t resist the calling of their heart. Is love worth all the hell they would go through?

I was supposed to be a bride, not a prize. On my wedding day, the scent of expensive pine and pack law was replaced by the metallic tang of blood and ancient power. The man who dragged me into the darkness wasn't a stranger—he was the ghost who haunted my childhood. Silas. My former stepfather. "You’re shaking, little wolf," he growled, his voice a low vibration against my neck that made my skin ignite. "Is it fear, or is your heat finally waking up for its True Alpha?" Years ago, he was the man who walked out on my mother; now, he’s the Rogue King who’s come to reclaim the throne. But the twist isn't just the mate bond burning between us—it’s the realization that the boy I was supposed to marry is Silas’s long-lost son. The 'Step' was just a label; the 'Mate' is a blood-deep command. Silas isn't just taking back his pack—he's taking his Queen. "Your fiancé was a placeholder," he whispered, pinning me against the cold stone of his den. "Tonight, you learn why I’m the only one allowed to hear you scream." In this realm of wolves and war, I’m no longer a pawn. I’m the Luna of the Rogues, and the True Alpha has finally come home to claim his crown—and me.

BLURB He wanted her just for one night and not forever. On his birthday, drunk and careless, the future Alpha, Harry Black ridge takes what he had always wanted for years, her body and by morning he realises the mistake fate had made. She is his mate. “Forget what happened,” he tells her, cold and distant, and she does, or tries to, until a rogue attack puts her in the pack hospital, bleeding and calling his name, over and over, while he stays in another room holding another woman’s hand. This shatters her completely, everything turns out worse when she even finds out she's pregnant too. Pack law leaves no choice. One year, a contract and a marriage with no promises and no love. At night, he touches her like she belongs to him, his body sure even when his heart isn’t, and she lets him, but never gives him more. Now he wants everything but she isn’t sure she wants him anymore.

BLURB Zeva Stone, the warrior queen who built an empire with blood and grit was traded by her own husband for a pair of working legs and a new mate. At twenty eight, her reign as the Luna Queen of the Darkmoon pack ended in a silver shackled nightmare. Sold to the four Malvaine brothers- the very monsters she ran away from thirteen years ago. Zeva is thrust into a dark, ancient protocol. They don't just want her strength; they want her womb to resurrect the Aethel Vrykol, a forbidden hyrbid vampire-werewolf race wiped out by the gods. But when the brothers drag her secret- a ten year old hybrid son, Zeva us forced to kneel. Caught in a gilded hell, she realizes the eldest brother, Valerius, wasn't just her captor- but her destined mate. Between a Lycan King who hunts her and her son, an ex husband who sold her and now wants her back, and a forbidden bond between a vampire mate who owns her. Zeva has only one goal: protect her son and burn the whole world to the ground- but when love gets in the way. What would she do?

My best friend, Laurel Elliot, has gotten brainwashed by the infantile mindset. She ends up buying ten boxes of strawberries just so she can eat the strawberry mousse glacee during the Midsummer Festival. Instead, I just whip up some chocolate ganache. In my previous lifetime, Laurel had threatened the strawberry seller, Dave Hoffman, over the phone to refund her the money. On top of that, she even used AI to generate images of spoiled strawberries. I transferred Laurel the money immediately, saying that I'd pay for the strawberries. But that was when Laurel widened her eyes. "I've already used AI to generate spoiled fruits so that the shopping platform can deal with this incident. Since you're that rich, you might as well spend all that money on a smol bean like me!" After advising Laurel multiple times to not do that, she finally conceded. But Dave showed up on my doorstep with a blade in hand the next day. Only then did I find out that not only did Laurel not pay for the strawberries, but she also drove the seller up the wall with her actions. To my horror, Laurel was quick to pin the blame on me. "Dave, Cassie is the one who refused to listen to me and kept making things difficult for you on purpose. I couldn't stop her at all…" Before I could react, Laurel pushed me out immediately. When I open my eyes, I've returned to the day Laurel is about to cause trouble. Upon noticing that I've already made chocolate ganache out of the ingredients meant for the strawberry mousse glacee, Laurel drops the pot into the trash can. "Oopsies! I can't hold the pot at all! It slipped out of my cute widdle hands!"

Run! Run! Run! Carmella run!!!! A huntress been chased by demons...... Not just demons, soul eaters and other vile creatures She is destined to be the next demonress But.... Something keeps calling her..... It whispers Calling out to her Carmella...........your blood!!!!!! Between this demonic possession, she finds companion in an angel..... But something..... Something feels wrong!!!!! Something walks to the door.....then knocks...... "Carmella....... "Open my sunshine!!!! momma is here for ur blood!!!!!