Re Zero Pride Route Novels & Stories

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content. Taboo and forbidden relationships. Stepfather/stepdaughter. Stepbrother/stepsister. Father-in-law. Age gap. Dubious consent. Possessive and controlling men. Stalking. Dark obsession. Power imbalance. Boss/employee. Mafia. Enemies. Jealousy. Degradation. Praise kink. Rough sex. Multiple partners. Cheating (not between main characters). Morally grey everything. This is not for good girls. Good girls don't read this. Good girls don't wonder what it would feel like to get caught, pinned, owned. Good girls don't lie awake thinking about the man they're not supposed to want — the stepfather who looks at them like a problem he's decided to solve, the stepbrother who knows exactly what he's doing, the boss who makes the air thin every time he walks into the room. If you're a good girl, close this now. Still here? Good. Make Me Scream, Daddy is a collection of filthy, unhinged, no-apology erotica for the woman who wants it wrong, wants it rough, and wants it with a man who has absolutely no business giving it to her. These are short stories, not slow burns. There is no waiting. There is no fade to black. There is only the moment things tip over the edge — and then everything that comes after. Stepdads who stop pretending. Stepbrothers who don't. Dangerous men who decided you were theirs before you even knew their name. Bosses who ruin the professional relationship on purpose. Stalkers who make you feel seen in ways that should terrify you and don't. These men are not good for you. That's the point. 100 chapters. Zero remorse. Read alone. Or with your little Rose.

Ethan Hollen had a lot going for himself, including the status of being a billionaire. He was set to marry the woman he was dating until he met Emma Cole and offered her a job as his live-in-maid and the person in charge of making his coffee. Things became stronger than caffeine when he fell for her, but his fiancee had zero intentions of becoming a woman scorned.

Nora Ashford thought she was giving a desperate couple the gift of life. Instead, she became a pawn in a cruel game. Contracted as a surrogate for billionaire CEO Marcus Wolfe and his fiancée Jade Rivers…. Nora's former best friend…. she endures nine months of isolation, control, and cold indifference. But when she gives birth, Marcus rips the baby from her arms and discards her like trash, invoking a contract clause she never saw coming: zero custody, zero rights, zero compensation beyond medical costs. Broken and alone, Nora discovers the devastating truth…. Jade was never infertile. The surrogacy was a lie to avoid "ruining her body." Worse, Marcus isn't just ruthless; he's the man who had her father killed five years ago to steal his groundbreaking tech company. Enter Elias Moretti… a dangerous nightclub owner with mafia ties and a smile that promises violence. He saves Nora from rock bottom and offers her something irresistible: revenge. He'll help her destroy Marcus and reclaim her daughter. But Elias has secrets of his own. He orchestrated their meeting. He's been watching her for years. And the baby Nora carried? The fertility clinic switched the sample. Elias is the biological father. Caught between two ruthless men…. one who discarded her, one who's obsessed with her…. Nora must become the player instead of the pawn. As Marcus realizes what he's lost and begins a terrifying pursuit to win her back, and Elias's true motives unravel, Nora faces an impossible choice: revenge or redemption, safety or passion, the monster she knows or the devil she's falling for. In a world where everyone has an agenda, Nora must fight for her daughter, her identity, and her survival.

At the age of 26, Darcy had intended to still be a party girl, enjoying a great experience in Ibiza or any other unique party Island, but life had not gone according to plan. She was carried away, despite being conventional, and she signed up for an unhappy marriage after an unplanned pregnancy led her down a different route than she had originally intended to take. It took the arrival of the hot Scottish farmer Rory into her life for her to understand that life was too short to settle down and that she should keep moving forward. If being in Love would make her feel as amazing as she did when she was with him, then she would make some important decisions.. "If Love does not have the vibe of R&B from the 1990s, then I do not want it!"

Nawal, an ordinary girl with ordinary life, who have zero expectations in this life. To Nawal, her life is perfect, until an in counter with a handsome "jerk" in the bakery, where she went to pick up a cake for Mami's mysterious Fahad.Fahad the mysterious, charismatic Prince. Who left Nigeria 15years ago for an unknown reason. Now he is back, but is he ready to face the greatest challenge of his life?.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

My mom, Susan, had a habit of sending me to get her shopping. However, she would always leave out a zero when paying me back what was owed, blaming on her poor eyesight. I never minded. In fact, I would just cover the cost without another word. Then, Summer, my sister, had to throw shade. “Mom sends you money whenever she wants something. You never show us the actual costs, though. I bet you’re making a nice little profit off Mom behind our backs.” Susan smiled and didn’t even bother to defend me, as if confirming Summer’s accusations. My heart sank. Over the years, I had bought her things from major appliances to the smallest groceries, and each time, the payment she sent was short. Susan would just brush the whole thing off by saying, “Oh, my eyes aren’t what they used to be. My bad.” I had poured hundreds of thousands into her expenses, only to end up with a reputation as a thief who cheated her own family. When Susan sent me money for the New Year’s Eve catering, I simply booked food that fit the budget she paid for.

I spent six months and a quarter million dollars to secure a week in Sicily. But when my husband’s childhood obsession, Chiara, cried nostalgia into his ear, Dante didn’t hesitate. He removed my name from the armored motorcade roster and replaced it with hers. He told me to take a commercial flight alone through rival family territory—a route where three associates had “disappeared” last month. The entire famiglia supported Dante’s decision without a single thought for my safety. So I changed my itinerary. I boarded a plane to Monaco instead of Palermo. I spent three months at the roulette tables, ignoring their frantic calls. That was when the famiglia started to bleed…

At midnight, the ER receives a pregnant patient with an extremely pale face, and she's convulsing violently at the same time. I lift her shirt on the spot so that I can diagnose her symptoms better. But my wife, Selena Carson, who also works as the head nurse, suddenly berates me angrily. "Do you have any idea that what you're doing is sexual harassment? Can't you spare the patient her pride? "Don't use your treatment as an excuse! I refuse to believe that there aren't any female doctors in the ER at all!" The patient's family members streamed the whole thing live. Soon, everyone was blasting me on the Internet. The hospital forces me to apologize to the pregnant patient. But I decide to tender my resignation the very next day. After all, the patient's disease has a frighteningly high chance of getting misdiagnosed, not to mention it's incredibly difficult to cure. In fact, no one but I can cure her once and for all.

I was engaged to Silas, Don of the Vance Famiglia, yet in the annual family portrait, I was shoved into the back corner. Standing right beside him was Camilla, his most trusted Capo. He sighed impatiently. "We have plenty of photos together, Scarlett. Missing one won't kill you. You're the future Donna. Stop being so petty." I swallowed my pride and gave up my spot. But my compromise bought me nothing. The necklace meant for me ended up around Camilla's neck. His plus-one to galas became Camilla. His excuse was always the same: "She's a vital part of the syndicate. You shouldn't compete with her." So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I stopped being petty. I shredded the wedding planner I had poured my heart into, trashed our photos, and left New York for good. And suddenly, the cold, calculating Don was tearing the city apart looking for me.