Short Olive Green Nails Novels & Stories

Whispers of Forbidden Desire A seductive collection of passionate short stories where hidden yearnings and intense attractions collide. These tales delve into the thrill of forbidden connections, the heat of unspoken chemistry, and the irresistible pull between hearts that were never meant to meet. Each story weaves a world of longing, surrender, and breathtaking intimacy that will leave you breathless and craving for more. For readers who love to lose themselves in dangerously romantic and emotionally charged fantasies.

This is a hot collection of addictive short steamy stories featuring powerful alpha men — ruthless mafia bosses, dominant professors, forbidden brother-in-laws, and billionaire twins who ruin innocent women through intense sensual tension, raw passion, and total surrender. Each story delivers scorching chemistry, filthy encounters, and irresistible power play in luxurious and dangerous settings. Perfect for readers craving quick, highly explicit, and unforgettable erotic romances.

Get your fingers and vibrators ready!! This collection of steamy, spicy short stories is guaranteed to bring your wildest fantasies to life. Remember, There will be blood play, choking, whipping, bondange, affair with step families and friends, lust, BDSM, pure love, dark fantasies and role plays... #WARNING: Do not read this book in public!! Dive into this book with caution, baby oil and your wild imagination. See you at the other side!

Twenty five year old Jaselle Green, years after getting her heart broken on her wedding day finds herself in a whole new life with Adriano Moretti a Mafia Don who sees her as a living shadow of his Late Wife and hoards her all to himself against her wish. Adriano's imperfections and secrecy are only viewed by Jaselle as annoying obsessions and she plots to escape by any possible means. Her escape struggles leads her to a path where many truths and secrets are revealed to her. At both their toughest moment of Denial and pain, influenced by emotional attachments, Jaselle makes her big decision.

Luciano gazed at the little boy who tugged at his sleeve. His eyes mirrored the green of an emerald, a trait they shared. Kneeling down, Luciano faced the boy. "What's your name?" "Juan," the boy replied, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Juan, what a wonderful name," Luciano said, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He couldn't help but wonder where the boy's parents were. "Where are your parents?" he inquired softly. "My mom's at the store over there," Juan pointed across the street. Then, turning to Luciano, he asked, "As for my daddy... Will you be my dad, sir?"

“You don’t kiss your sister,” I whispered, taking a step closer to him. “You don’t touch your sister the way you touched me.” Another step. “You definitely don’t get down on your sister.” Liam’s jaw tightened, his green eyes darkening with restrained desire. But his voice stayed calm. Controlled. “We’ll pretend it never happened.” The night Vera was supposed to move into her new stepfather’s mansion, she went to a party hoping to forget her painful breakup. Instead, she met Liam. Tall. Gorgeous. Dangerous. What started as a reckless attempt to make her ex jealous turned into a night she couldn’t stop thinking about. A night that left her addicted to the taste of a stranger with sinful green eyes. Then morning came with a cruel surprise. Liam wasn’t a stranger. He was her new stepbrother. Living under the same roof should have ended whatever happened between them. Liam is determined to keep his distance, pretending their chemistry means nothing. But Vera has never been good at walking away from what she wants. And she wants Liam. No matter how forbidden he is. Now every shared glance feels electric, every argument turns heated, and every moment alone threatens to destroy the lines Liam is desperately trying to keep intact. Because resisting Vera might be the one thing Liam can’t do forever.

It was my son's engagement party. However, my husband stopped me from giving my soon-to-be daughter-in-law her gift. "His mother will do the honors. This is not your place." I thought he was joking until he put his arm around his childhood sweetheart and sat down together around the main table. "I know Bianca mishandled your baby, but she had postpartum depression, and it was an accident. "She gave you Jason to make up for her mistake. It's time for them to be a family again. She has atoned for her sins." My nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Just when I was on the brink of losing it, my son raised a toast to her. "Someone has stolen your place for 30 years, Mom, but you'll never have to suffer again." Right now, my husband and son were like strangers I'd never met instead of my family. A bitter smile curled my lips. We'd spent more than three decades together. Time had left its mark on my graying hair, yet I was treated as nothing more than an outsider in a place I was supposed to call home. Perhaps this home was too small to fit all of us. Since that was the case, someone had to bow out and that someone… was me.

“Look at me when I touch you,” Sebastian growled, Mara swallowed hard “this isn't part of the deal”. Sebastian's lips brushed her ear.“Everything about you is part of my deal” pinning Mara against the penthouse glass, city lights blazing behind her. His hand slid possessively between her thighs. “I own your moans, your wetness and every filthy inch of you.” She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “You bought my body to save my son. Not my fucking soul.” His lips crashed against her neck “ then I'll take that too until you beg me to keep you forever”. He caught her falsifying figures to steal for her dying son then chained her to his bed with a devil's bargain instead of jail. She was the only woman who never wanted him until desperation made her his sex tool every night. Now Sebastian's obsession burns hotter than ever. He hates seeing her around other men. He starts claiming her publicly. Mara is no longer just the desperate thief warming his bed. She's his obsession, his property, his addiction. And what happens when a medical test exposes a secret buried in the past?

The family was holding a celebration for my newborn daughter. For some reason, my husband, Jonathan Shamrock, brought his secretary along. At the dinner table, his secretary dropped an unpeeled shrimp onto his plate and said matter-of-factly, "I just had my nails done, and I'm still wearing the diamond watch you bought me. Peel this for me." The Shamrocks' friends and family stared at Jonathan in shock, but he peeled the shrimp without missing a beat and popped it right into his secretary's mouth. Something inside me shattered. I stared at my old and very outdated clothes. Then I looked at my hands, rough and callused from years of being neglected. Then, Jonathan spat out something cold. "A man's wife shows the world how life has been treating him, and you look no better than a worn-out servant. You don't work. You don't even bother looking presentable. You contribute nothing to this family. "Starting tomorrow, we'll split every household expense evenly. I'd rather put my money into something that actually gives me a return." "Sure," I said quietly, and added nothing more. Then I called my brother. "Pull your investment out of Jonathan's company. I'm getting a divorce."

At a family gathering, my fiancée gently wiped her recently returned childhood friend’s mouth with a tissue right in front of me. “Sorry about that. Clairy had always been this thoughtful.” I nodded, then turned to her younger sister. I draped my jacket over her shoulders and fed her the shrimp I had just peeled. “If she was so thoughtful, I could not fall short on courtesy either.”