Strobe Edge Novels & Stories

Born from rape and abused since childhood, Layla loses her ability to speak and gradually loses the zeal to continue living. Giving up on life, she made her way to the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast ocean. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes and let her body go, welcoming the peace and calmness that came with death. And when she opened her eyes again, there was a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. ... Supreme Alpha Riven Qinn, Alpha King of Dark Creek Pack, strongest and most powerful lycan ever, has lived for centuries and with each passing full moon, he loses the hope of ever finding his one true mate. But fate directs him and he finds Layla on the shores of the river surrounding his territory, almost buried under the wet sand. He touched her and one word resounded in his head. MATE! Safe in the arms of the Alpha, Layla realizes the world is not as cruel as she thought. A deep passion springs forth between the mated lovers and Layla finds herself longing for his touch and presence. Suddenly strange phenomenon begins to occur. Layla's speech is restored and along with it comes strange powers coupled with the gut wrenching pain she endures every full moon. Her identity is discovered. She's the first Tribrid ever. Born from the three strongest bloodlines. This discovery brings forth damned creatures and giant titans from Tartarus, all with a desire to possess the blood of the Tribrid which can cause great havoc in the wrong hands. Riven and Layla will have to fight against Tartarus and the endless conspiracies that threatens to tear them apart. In the course of saving the world, can their love overcome all obstacles or will fate bring them to ruin?

Sixty-nine ways to make you sin. Sixty-nine positions to leave you soaked, dripping, trembling, begging for more until your bellies are bloated with hot loads of cum. These daddies do not hand you candies. They want your mouth wrapped around their dirty, hungry cocks. This is not romance. This is not gentle bedtime stories. This is pure, filthy desire, grown men with hungry mouths, ruthless hands, and cocks that know exactly how to make you cum undone. Neighbors with dark smiles. Daddies who do not ask, only take. Stepbrothers who turn one look into a night you will never forget. From late-night encounters that start with a knock and end with your legs shaking, to a therapist giving you private sessions that blur the line between control and surrender, every story drags you deeper. Tongues that do not stop. Fingers that find every weak spot. Bodies locked together in positions designed to break you open and keep you wet. These innocent virgins are adults with secrets they are ready to unleash, craving dominance, chasing the edge, surrendering to pleasure that leaves them gasping. And wet. And dripping for these daddies. Each story pushes them into new positions, new sins, and orgasms they cannot take back. No rules. No apologies. Just sweat-slick skin, whispered commands, and climaxes that hit hard and do not let go. If you want sweet, close the book. If you want dirty, and your sheets soaked; if you need your pussy throbbing, your thighs slick, and your thoughts twisted, step into this wet dream. This is your dirty fix to get your lips swollen, panties ruined, your new wet obsession. Note: A few stories contain incest. Welcome to 69 Positions: Make Me Cum Daddy.

📖 Full Synopsis (Professional, 30-Chapter Summary) In a realm where the abyss bleeds whispers into men’s hearts, Aria, a gifted warrior bound to light, finds herself tethered to Lucien, a man scarred by an ancient mark. Their alliance begins in unease but quickly deepens into fragile trust, even as shadows stir within him. As armies clash and kingdoms fracture, Rowan, the enigmatic elder, and Kael, a fierce commander, fight to keep their ranks united. Yet Lucien’s mark grows restless, seeding betrayal, suspicion, and fear. Aria stands at his side, convinced that his humanity can be preserved, while others believe the abyss has already claimed him. The march to war spirals. Battles scar the land, alliances fray, and Lucien’s struggle becomes the fulcrum of fate. In the Breaking Storm, shadow and flame engulf the battlefield. Lucien teeters on the edge of becoming a weapon of the abyss. Aria refuses to yield, her voice anchoring him even as his blade rises against her. Kael’s blood is spilled in defiance, Rowan binds the storm in desperate runes, and Aria steps into the abyss itself, whispering her vow. In the climax, Lucien shatters his own blade, breaking free from the darkness—but not without scars. The storm collapses, leaving silence in its wake. In the aftermath, enemies bury their dead side by side. Kael rebuilds broken ranks, Rowan warns that the abyss never releases its scars, and Aria tends to Lucien’s healing—both body and soul. Though the mark lingers faintly beneath his skin, her vow holds stronger: never again will the abyss take him. The book closes on dawn: the storm passed, the stars returned, and two hands held fast against the dark.

"I’m not angry," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I’m focused." "On what?" He walked toward her, and for the first time, Giovanni felt her wolf howl in warning. She backed up until her heels hit the edge of the massive bed. "On the reason you’re here," he said. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke her, but to force her to look at him. "Do you have any idea what you’re worth to me, Giovanni?" "I... I love you, Russell. I’ll be the best Luna I can—" "I don't need a Luna," he interrupted, his face inches from hers. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "I need an heir. A strong, Alpha-blooded heir to secure my legacy against my brother and the council." "And we’ll have one," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears of relief. "We’ll have a family." Russell let out a dark, chilling chuckle. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, but there was no heat, only ice. "You don't get it, do you? You’re not a queen, Giovanni. You’re a vessel. And tonight, I’m going to fill you." He shoved her back onto the bed, his weight following her down instantly. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his eyes flashing that terrifying, predatory gold. "Wait," she gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Russell, please, let’s just slow down..."

They were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn’t follow contracts. Kellynne Mea Morleigh never believed in settling. She’s waited her whole life for a love story worth telling. One that begins with butterflies and ends in forever. No boyfriend since birth, by choice. Because she knew what she wanted. But when her family’s company teeters on the edge of collapse, she’s forced into a marriage that feels more like a business deal than a dream. Her groom? Elias Callum Fenwick. Young, brilliant, and dangerously untouchable. Elias is a billionaire by reputation, a strategist by nature. Raised to chase power, not affection. To him, marriage is just another transaction. One that unlocks the inheritance left by his late grandmother. And Kelly? She’s the key. They enter the marriage as strangers. No vows of love. No promises of forever. Just a contract built on convenience, wealth, and legacy. But behind the facade of a cold, calculated union, sparks begin to fly. Arguments turn into conversations. Clashes reveal vulnerabilities. And slowly, Kelly starts falling—not for the idea of love she once held, but for Elias himself: his honesty, his quiet sacrifices, and the way he listens even when they fight. She never meant to fall. He never planned to care. But love doesn’t ask for permission. Just when she begins to believe in their story, a devastating truth shatters her world... Elias had a past with his secretary, a woman who still lingers in the shadows of their present. Seven years. That’s how long the contract binds them. But when hearts are broken and trust is betrayed… Will Kelly fight for the love she never expected—or walk away before it destroys her?

Just as the Garner family teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, Seth Garner's parents come to my doorstep. They beg for a marriage alliance. My father knows I've loved Seth for ten years. So, he pours ten billion into the Garners to save their empire and marries me off to him. On our wedding night, Seth blindfolds me with red silk and takes me again and again with ruthless intensity. A month later, I excitedly bring him the pregnancy report. However, I overhear him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "So, who do you think knocked up Luna?" Laughter erupts. "Seth, don't tell me the child's mine!" "I bet a hundred grand it's his!" That’s when I realize the man in my bed on our wedding night wasn't even Seth. I storm in and demand answers, but he just sneers. "What are you crying for? If your family hadn't threatened me with money and driven Ash away, you think I'd treat you like this? "Let me be clear—the day Ash forgives me is the day I let you go." Dead inside, I ask for a divorce. He responds by threatening me with footage from our wedding night and locking me in the basement. "You're not leaving. You owe Ash, and you'll repay it!" Eight months later, I die in that basement, along with the baby I couldn't deliver. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the Garner family first begs my father for that deal. This time, Seth is the one crying on my wedding day.

Abandoned as a newborn on the edge of rogue territory, the female lead never knew a mother’s touch or a father's protection. She was raised among outcasts—rogues feared and despised by the werewolf packs. Though life was brutal, it was all she knew. Despite their coldness, she learned to survive, hunting like a shadow and fighting with a ferocity that belied her soft features. But one truth haunted her every breath: at nineteen, she still hadn’t shifted. No wolf. No bond. No howl. To the rogues, she became an oddity. An embarrassment. A burden. Whispers turned into suspicion. Some claimed she was cursed. Others swore she was human. But her instincts screamed otherwise—especially under a full moon, when her body trembled and her veins burned with an unknown power. Everything unraveled when a visiting beta from a powerful pack, known for his cruelty, sensed a faint bond and tried to claim her. When she rejected him publicly, his pride cracked. In revenge, he spun a web of lies, calling her a witch, a traitor, a danger to everyone around her. Without a trial, the rogues chose exile. But they didn’t stop there. To appease the packs and protect their own hides, they sold her. Chained like an animal and dragged into the world beyond the rogue borders, she was labeled a slave, her identity erased. She was passed from master to master; beaten, starved, and silenced. Yet something inside her refused to break. With every insult, every chain, her soul burned hotter. Stronger. And then, one night, in the deepest hour of despair, her wolf howled. The world will regret what it did to her. Because she is no mere rogue… She is the Luna fate forgot and the one destiny has been waiting for.

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

“Nicco's fingers didn't stop their magic dance. His index finger was rubbing my nub, pressing down and stroking up when he used his thumb to slide into my core. That was enough to send me over the edge and I gripped the sides of the couch, arched my back and opened my mouth in a wordless shout while his fingers milked me. Finally, the spasms stopped, and I lay back, limp, looking over at Nicco, mortified that I could smell my arousal. Nicco pulled his fingers out, showing me the sticky juices that coated them. Then he put a finger in his mouth, sucking my nectar as I watched.” Tired of the nightly abuse, sixteen-year-old Hope runs away from her stepfather, changes her name and hits the road in an old minivan. She is homeless but surviving, trying to keep at least one step ahead of her past. One moonlit night four years later, fate places a stranger on the side of the road that needs her help. She finds herself inexplicably drawn to him. Alpha Nicco is New York City's youngest crime boss. He's also the alpha of a pack that is actively involved in his sketchy business deals. He doesn't have time for relationships, especially one with a human, but the moon goddess has a sense of humor and has chosen Hope to be his mate. Someone is stealing from Nicco and Hope has the skills to help him figure out who it is. Despite the danger she's ready to help, but Nicco has reservations. After all, she's just a human and she could never be the Luna he and his pack needs. . . . or could she?

Legends of old had been passed throughout the Kingdom of Shaldan. That the great kings of the past, the Alpha of the East had lost his mind and ruined the Kingdom. The Queen, the Luna named Galatea had been murdered by her own mate. Songs about the legend had been made. "Don't go to the forest. Don't go to the east. Don't go near the forest, or you'll face the beast." The villagers knew the song by heart and they knew the reason, though the monsters were only talked about in whispers. In a lullaby. The Eastern Forest was dangerous for it had been neglected, forgotten. The forest was dark. Even the lights from the moon, the stars and thousands of fireflies were not enough to illuminate the sky. Everyone knew that. For how could they forget. A stone had been carved for the purpose of everyone's protection. Sometimes the village young boys and girls dared each other to step to the edge of the meadow, just to see, but none of them actually went beyond the protective bushes at the edge. "Phil, wait for me!" Accashia screamed. Accashia had always felt that her family neglected her. Shunned her. Sometimes her older siblings would even chase her through the meadow for fun. It was easier to catch her, which meant it was easier to beat her up and tie her to the big oak tree. The only difference is when they left her that night and came back during daybreak, Accashia was gone. "Find her! Mom's going to kill us if she finds out!” Little did they know that she was picked up by someone who's silver hair glows under the moonlight. A Survivor from the East. A young man named Calleb. WARNING! CONTAINS BEASTIALITY