Short Classic Novels & Stories

WARNING: mature content ahead. If you are below 18years, please abstain from reading this story. If you find the content unsuitaitable for you, don't continue reading. DARK DESIRES: Forbidden romance stories is a collection of short steamy stories. Let's explore those toe-curling sensations together. Forbidden things tend to be more fun, right? if you agree with me, join me in this journey. NB: This work is not a sole creation but a partnership between two authors. Author Winnie Wamae and Redbutterfly

Forbidden fruits have always tasted the sweetest and one deliciously tempting bite is all it takes to reel you in. Filthy, Dirty Desires is a collection of short, steamy and graphically explicit stories perfect for readers searching for a temporary escape into a wild, pleasure-filled world where you can be whomever you want to be with zero judgements attached. Each story spans across three to five chapters with raw, undiluted smut. Due to the volume of explicit content in this book, it is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

I'm Julia, just 18 years old and don't know to much about the world. I'm brought up secluded and protected from everithing bad and than when I'm about to start my life outside that protection, from my parents, i met HIM....the DON....and everithing that i know of in my short life changes..... Because now the DON has sets his eyes on my virgin ones with no intention of letting me go!!

When Maya's luck started going down the drain, she had no choice but to work as a rich old lady's assistant. Her main job? To be a modern age cupid. In short, a matchmaker. But how can she do it if the most eligible bachelor in town was not willing to cooperate? She could not even focus on the job, mostly when he stares at her as if she is the only woman that exists in his world... Will Maya be successful in doing her task or be involved in the dangerous Tycoon's passionate game?

This collection contains highly mature content, heavy power dynamics, age gaps, and exhibitionist themes intended for mature audiences only. Some desires aren't meant to be tamed, they demand to be seen, surrendered to, and pushed to the absolute edge. This scorching collection of short stories pulls back the curtain on the ultimate worlds of the forbidden. From the breathless tension of a massive age gap to the pulse pounding thrill of being watched, every story dives headfirst into the intoxicating realms of control, exhibitionism, voyeurism, domination, submission and deep, dark heat.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT AND MATURED CONTENT, BDSM, AND SOME VIOLENCE. Like it hot, messy, and deliciously forbidden? You’re in the right place. This collection of short erotica serves up pulse-pounding passion, taboo cravings, and fantasies that push every boundary. This isn’t sweet romance. This is hunger - raw, reckless, and intoxicating. Between these pages, you’ll find stolen moments, dangerous liaisons, and fantasies that should probably stay hidden. But where’s the fun in that? Consider this your invitation to indulge - no judgments, just pleasure. Read at your own risk.

"Girl, you have to help me satisfy my husband. I honestly can't take it anymore." Recently, my wife couldn't handle my intensity anymore and went crying to her best friend for help. Wanting to ease the tension between us, her bestie decided to come to our house alone. She showed up in a sexy short dress that barely contained her curves. "So I hear you're pretty wild, huh? Let me see what all the fuss is about."

Alexander Petridis: I still have not found my mate in the seven years since my first shift. I nearly gave up, but then I left to build alliances and hopefully find her. Little did I know she'd been under my nose all along. When I see her, though, I'm stunned, not just because she's innocent little Delilah Fayte but because, in my absence, she made a choice I don't know if I can live with. Delilah Fayte: People have always thought I'm this naïve innocent girl. And okay, maybe I am innocent and all that. After my first shift, I didn't actively seek my mate. I had other plans. And sure, my family was against it at first, but mate or not, I wanted to help André and Darren. I didn't think in doing so, I'd alienate my mate and long-time crush, Alexander Petridis. This is the fourth of the Incubi Pack series. You do not need to have read the previous books to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. The Incubi Pack Series: Book 1 - Alpha of Nightmares Book 2 - The Hybrid Alpha Book 3 - Dream Mate Anthology Short Story - Chosen Mate Anthology Bonus Story - Sicilian Holiday Anthology Short Story - The Quiet Giant's Mate Book 4 - Beta's Innocent Mate

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

Mom was a world-class micro-expression expert. She always said no lie got past her. To replay every emotional moment of Maya and me, she packed our house with HD security cameras. When Maya scraped her knee and burst into tears, Mom called it real pain. But when stomach cramps twisted my face, she pointed at the monitor and picked me apart. "The mouth twitch. The darting eyes. Classic attention-seeking." That day, I'd accidentally eaten something I was deadly allergic to. My throat swelled shut. I could barely breathe. Panicking, I clawed at my neck and crawled to her feet, begging for help. Mom adjusted her glasses, flipped open her notebook, and calmly wrote everything down. "Rapid breathing. Bluish skin. Sophie Schneider, your acting's gotten better again. Too bad your micro-expressions gave you away." To punish me for lying to her, she shut off the house's panic button, locked the front door, and took Maya to a concert. "If you love putting on a show so much, keep performing for the cameras. We'll see how long it takes before you admit you were wrong." I curled up on the cold tile, shaking in pain, and looked at the camera's blinking red light. My vision faded. Mom, you spent your whole life reading people. But you never understood your own daughter.