Pretty Belly Button Tattoo Novels & Stories

Content Warnings Explicit sex, non/dub-con, breeding, captivity, supernatural horror elements, cheating, taboo family relations, mild violence during passion. In the hidden halls of Lust's Asylum, desire isn't gentle — it breaks you open. This collection brings you twenty-five raw, standalone confessions told by people who surrendered completely to their darkest cravings. Each story peels back another layer of taboo, obsession, and filthy pleasure, shared under the watchful eye of a mysterious Host in a secret midnight club. From haunted mirrors that bleed into reality, to step-siblings crossing deadly lines, to ancient demons demanding carnal payment — these aren't sweet romances. They're soaked sheets, bitten lips, power that turns violent with lust, and orgasms that feel like punishment and reward at the same time. The heat is extreme, the emotions messy, and the hooks are uncommon: psychological twists, supernatural edges, modern taboos with fresh spins that make you question what you'd do in their place.

Evelyn Langford spent three years loving Khalid Voss in silence, trading her promising career as an interior designer for the role of the perfect, understanding wife in their opulent Manhattan penthouse. But when Khalid’s empire expands and his charismatic Executive Vice President—and ex-lover—Natasha Cross reclaims her place at his side, Evelyn becomes invisible in her own marriage. Tired of broken promises and lonely anniversaries, Evelyn reclaims her talent and independence, shining brighter with every passing day. As her name rises in New York’s design world, Khalid finally notices the woman he has taken for granted. Now, faced with the terrifying possibility of losing her forever, he must confront the depth of his regret. In a city that never sleeps, can a forgotten wife find the strength to either forgive or walk away?

Kurt Kenton- Billionaire, arrogant, closed off. Laurel Hyde; Most beautiful woman in the world, actress and filthy rich. What happens when the little secret that Laurel has spent years hiding comes into light? What happens when their hatred for each other hits another level? Revenge or love?

Isla Harper spent three years being the perfect, invisible girlfriend until the night her boyfriend chose his childhood sweetheart over her and left her to drown. Pulled from the water by a stranger’s commanding hands, Isla discovers her rescuer is none other than Damien Voss: cold, ruthless CEO, and the father of the man who just discarded her. What starts as reluctant gratitude ignites into a dangerous craving. Damien doesn’t ask he claims. He doesn’t beg he commands. And in his world of wealth, control, and dark desires, Isla is no longer second best. She is his good girl. But when ex-lovers, jealous rivals, and buried family secrets threaten to drag them under, Isla must decide if she is willing to drown again this time willingly for the one man who refuses to let her sink.

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

"Mr. Clarke, can you help me get rid of the tattoo on my butt?" The young man asks me for help with red-rimmed eyes. A lot of people have specifically requested me to tattoo something on their body. Honestly, this is the first time I've received a request to remove a tattoo from one's butt. He grits his teeth, as though he has finally made up his mind. "I just found out that my girlfriend has a husband! I want to break up with her, so I must get rid of the tattoo!" I nod in response. "Strip down and let me see the area and the mass covered." The man hesitates for a moment before turning his back on me and slowly taking off his pants. As soon as his right buttcheek is revealed, I feel my breath getting hitched in my throat. My wife, Annie Sylvester's face is actually tattooed on that area.

They said that every werewolf has a mate but being an omega means, Zeph has no mate that was meant for her and it makes her a laughingstock in their pack. On her eighteenth birthday, a crescent moon suddenly appeared on her forehead without her knowing. Keiver, a Beta who adopted Zeph asks a witch to secretly transfer the crescent moon tattoo from Zeph to his daughter, Hillary. Hunter is the powerful alpha of the Golden Wolf Pack. He didn't believe the saying that a woman with a crescent moon tattoo on her forehead will become his luna so he open a selection for candidates to become his luna. But what if he falls in love with a maid which is an omega, the lowest rank of their pack? Will he choose her despite her lowest rank or the Beta's daughter who has the crescent moon tattoo on her forehead? And what will be the destiny of Zeph, the last omega of their pack? Will she get back her crescent moon tattoo and her right position as the alpha's destined luna or she will remain a maid and an omega forever?

He never looked at his mate until the day she died. For five years, Belly was nothing but an unwanted burden to Alpha Kage Keating, the most powerful Alpha that ruled the South. He gave his love to her beautiful sister, gave his attention to everyone but her, and when Belly was framed for a crime she did not commit, he locked her away and forgot her. She begged to see him one last time before death, but he never came. Now Belly is gone, and Kage is left with guilt, a daughter who looks too much like her, and a love he discovered far too late. But guilt becomes obsession when the most beautiful woman walks into his engagement party. She has Belly's face. Belly's eyes. Belly's rare, unforgettable hair. And when his daughter runs to her like she has finally found home, crying, "Mummy!" the entire room falls silent. But the woman only smiles at Kage like he is nothing and says, "I do not know you, Alpha Kage. I have no business with you. You're mistaking me for my twin. I'm only here to take the child you took from my sister." But the Alpha is about to learn the cruelest truth of all, that the mate he never wanted has returned. And this time, she is not begging to be loved. She is here to take everything back.

On the day I was supposed to get matching tattoos with Zach Cross, I waited at the studio from sunrise until nightfall. The tattoo artist glanced at me nervously. “Miss Annie, is the Godfather still coming? Maybe we should reschedule.” I lowered my eyes and forced a smile. “He promised he’d be here. I’ll wait a little longer.” Two hours later, Zach finally arrived. He was not alone. Julie Williams walked in behind him. She was carrying his jacket. When she saw me sitting in the tattoo chair, she offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Annie. I had no idea you two had a tattoo appointment today. Otherwise, I would’ve never asked Zach to pick me up from the airport.” Zach walked right past me. He glanced around the empty studio and said, “Let's begin.” Before I could say a word, he pointed at the tattoo chair and turned to Julie. “You first.” Julie froze for a second. She glanced at me, then reluctantly took the seat. The tattoo artist turned to look at me. Standing off to the side, I overheard Zach’s men whispering among themselves. “After all these years, Miss Julie is still the perfect match for the Godfather.” “Yeah. It’s a shame things didn’t work out back then.” I looked at Zach. I knew he had heard every word. However, instead of denying it, he turned to me and said coldly, “Julie’s here today. Watch your attitude. Don’t embarrass me.” My gaze drifted to his left hand’s ring finger. It was still bare. He once told me he would hide my name inside the petals of a rose tattoo—a secret only the two of us would ever know about. I worked with the tattoo artist through seven different revisions to get the design just right. When he proposed, he held my hand and said, “The most painful mark I’ll ever wear will belong to you alone.” I put on a bitter smile. Unfortunately, none of the marks he carried had ever truly belonged to me.

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]