Slit-mouthed Novels & Stories

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

Princess Vivienne Aurelie Eloise managed to escape after their kingdom fell into the hands of Felix, the sly King of Weacomor. The young princess was left with nothing but her mother's last words and that is to find Archer, the dragonslayer. Life has always been an arrow of death for Vivienne until she met the huntsman she was tasked to find which was unknown to her, she was mated to him since she was in her mother's womb. When she found Archer, she thought life would be easier but she got it wrong because her life is destined to be an ocean of threats and chaos. She's perfectly weak but has to draw a sword and fight. She's vulnerable and fragile but needs to slit her enemies' throats to live. Her journey of restoring the throne of Grilux is never easy but with her mate alongside her, all odds and evils shall vanquish. In the middle of the endless journey of bloodshed, Vivienne and Archer found themselves drawn to each other, sharing love and affection.

I'm a medical miracle by nature. My blood is a natural antidote that can cure various poisons. When Miriam Wiley, the unmaterialistic heiress of the upper crust, gets bitten by a venomous snake, her life goes into countdown. At the critical juncture in my previous life, I slit my wrist and bled in order to help her cure the poison. After saving Miriam's life, I found out that whoever saved her would become the future son-in-law of the Wiley family. But the first thing Miriam did after inheriting her family fortune was to drain me of my blood. "Back then, Cedric was already rushing to me with a special drug! If I could wait for five more minutes, I'd be able to marry him! "You just had to interfere with my plan by stealing the position of the son-in-law from him! You made him slit his wrist and take his own life out of despair! "You claimed that your blood is an antidote to all the poisons in the world, right? I'd like to see how many antidotes I can actually produce from your blood!" After I got my blood drained, I was tossed into a cage filled with predators. My corpse ended up being battered and broken. As for my parents, they took some poison and ended their own lives after the Wileys forced them into bankruptcy. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Miriam gets poisoned. Her mother, Verna Seymour, looks at me expectantly. "I heard that you're a medical miracle. Are you willing to save my daughter's life?" I quickly turn her down. "Those are just rumors, Mrs. Wiley. Besides, it's unsanitary to use blood as a form of antidote. You don't have to worry, though. I heard that Mr. Campbell is rushing toward this place with a special drug as we speak. Surely Ms. Wiley will live to see the day!" I'm starting to look forward to the outcome. Without my antidote, Miriam can forget about inheriting her family fortune. In fact, it'll be a miracle if she can live for an extra month.

In the two years since we got married, my husband, Kieran Zucker, has pampered me like a princess every day. However, I want to escape from him because he's an extreme control freak. I've been forced to behave exactly like a living doll, and I can't leave his sight for a single second lest he deprive me of dinner. I've run away from him 16 times, but he's accurately predicted my location and dragged me back every time. I've eventually been driven to desperation and slit my wrists in search of liberation. When I next open my eyes, I find that I've actually been reborn back on the day Kieran proposes to me. This time, I resolutely turn him down and decide to escape far from him with his arch-enemy, Scott Quinlan. I assume that I'm finally free of Kieran, but then I discover Scott having a friendly conversation with him…

Overnight, my best friend became the long-lost principessa of the Toscano family. After returning to her family, she transferred all her villas and luxury cars under my name. Even on her deathbed, she made sure to hand over control of the family's dockside trade operations to me. However, I never once visited her grave. Three years after her death, I took her place as the true heiress of the Toscano family and married her former fiancé, Gaspare Volpe, the young heir to the rising mafia family in Damerelli, the Volpes. Everyone called me a social climber and an ungrateful traitor, but I did not care. I obeyed the womanizing Gaspare without question. When he called me to bring condoms for his hookups, I moved like my life depended on it. I became the laughingstock of Damerelli, someone everyone looked down on. Five years later, on the anniversary of my best friend's death, I slit Gaspare's throat at her grave. "From the very beginning, I came for revenge."

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.

Antonio Rodriguez reigns as the ice-cold mafia king, a man whose heart is locked away behind walls built by betrayal and ambition. But when Isabella Albero finds herself auctioned to him by her own father, her life is thrust into chaos. Desperate to reclaim her freedom, she forms a plan to buy herself back, unaware of Antonio's obsession with her. Isabella is not naive—she’s fierce, resilient, and unwilling to be anyone’s possession. As their paths intertwine, the tension between obligation and desire escalates, awakening feelings neither saw coming. Just as Isabella begins to crack the icy armor around Antonio’s heart, her vengeful ex emerges from the shadows, determined to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his. Will Isabella shatter the chains of her past? Or will she uncover a truth that could tear her and Antonio apart? *** "I own you, Isabella. Every little part of you has my name on it," Antonio taunted me. "If I see you with another man again, I will make you watch as I slit his throat."

She was hired to guard his body… he ended up owning hers. “Yes, Kai… fuck, don’t stop!” she screamed as he buried his huge cock deep inside her. She swore she’d never lose control. She vowed he’d never get under her skin. She promised herself she’d stay professional. All these vows were shattered the moment he buried himself deep inside her and made the unbreakable bodyguard beg. Rhea Kane is the deadliest bodyguard in Baltimore, cold, professional, and untouchable. Until her new client, spoiled billionaire heir Kai Lennox, turns her world upside down. After she saves his life in a hail of bullets, the two are forced into hiding for fifty dangerous days. Kai is cocky, filthy mouthed, and infuriatingly attractive. Rhea is five years older, ten times more lethal, and determined to keep things strictly professional. But one explosive night changes everything. Now the man she’s supposed to protect is fucking her senseless, making her scream, and turning the unbreakable bodyguard into a trembling, begging mess. As assassins close in and jealousy burns hotter than their sheets, Rhea realizes the biggest threat isn’t outside the safe house… It’s the spoiled, huge cocked brat sleeping right beside her, the one she’s dangerously close to falling for. Fifty days. One rule: Don’t get attached. Too bad that rule was already broken the moment he pinned her against the door.

For ten years, Rose has lived in the shadow of her own nightmare. She was only six when Alderon Kane, the ruthless Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, ripped her life apart. Her father—slaughtered at his feet. Her sister—defiled by his men. And Rose? Claimed. "That one is mine," he had said before shoving her into his car like a possession, branding her with his cruelty. Now, she is no longer the helpless girl he stole. She has spent a decade sharpening her hatred, becoming a phantom in his own pack, waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat. Mooncrest will burn. Alderon Kane will die by her hands. But fate is a cruel mistress. The night she prepares to run, the moon whispers a horrifying truth—Alderon Kane is her mate. Bound by an unbreakable bond to the very monster she has sworn to destroy, Rose faces an impossible choice: surrender to the mate bond and become his, or defy the gods and carve out her revenge, even if it means tearing herself apart in the process. Because love was never an option. And mercy died the night Alderon Kane claimed her.

I'm a coward—someone who gets bullied and never fights back, who only swallows the humiliation in silence. That is, until the year I turned twenty. A well-dressed, elegant couple found me and told me I was their long-lost son. Overjoyed, I followed them back to their castle-like home, convinced that I was finally about to live a better life. But on the very first day, the fake heir made it clear—I would never know a moment's peace. I didn't dare say a word. Cowardly as ever, I could only think about ending my life. The first time, I slit my wrists. They saved me. The second time, I tried to jump off a building. My sister dragged me back. The third time, I drank an entire bottle of pesticide—and still didn't die. … My family finally saw through the fake heir's true color. "So it was you, pulling the strings all along!" My sister plead, "Brother dear, I'm begging you—please don't kill yourself."