The Electric State Penny Novels & Stories

The story depicts two parallel worlds, namely the Italian state in the present and the Italian state in the form of a constitutional monarchy. The Kingdom of Italy is led by a lycan king named King Alano Dante. Where all the residents in it are lycans. The king could not forget the death of the queen or his wife who had died, until a law prohibiting marriage appeared. For any lycans who violate the rules of the king, they will be killed without mercy. Once upon a time, there was a human woman named Alexandria who avoided her bad luck, and got lost in another world. A world that looked so different from the world of ordinary people. Alexa, who is only an ordinary human, is forced to get us

Eleanor Vance has everything society expects—status, success, and a perfect marriage waiting. But behind her composed life lies a secret she can no longer ignore. When she walks away from a wealthy, “ideal” man, she collides with Leo—a younger artist who awakens a truth she has spent years hiding. Their connection is electric, but built on secrets that threaten to unravel everything. As family pressure, public judgment, and hidden identities collide, Eleanor must choose: return to a life of approval, or stand in the light of who she truly is—no matter the cost.

“Marry me.” Ashleigh Hartman froze. The CEO of Tixton Industries, Adrian Cagliari, had just offered her a deal that made no sense. “I’m sorry...what?” “It’s simple. A six-month marriage contract. You’ll get everything you need. I’ll get what I want.” **************** Ashleigh thought her life was predictable; she cleaned offices by day to save every penny for college, and stayed far away from public scrutiny. But one unsettling incident thrusts her into the attention of the powerful and mysterious man like Adrian Cagliari. Suddenly, she’s no longer invisible. Adrian’s proposal seems outrageous, but Ashleigh is cornered. With no real choice, she signs the

Content Warning: This story contains mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ***** Within these pages lies a collection of intimate confessions: raw, daring, and unapologetically honest. Each entry invites readers into the secret world of women exploring passion, desire, and the thrilling edges of pleasure. These stories aren't just about encounters, they are about discovery, empowerment, and the electric moments that linger long after the night ends. A provocative tapestry of experiences, this diary captures the heat of forbidden temptations, the sweetness of surrender, and the boldness of women owning their deepest desires. It is more than erotica, it

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a wom

While studying abroad, I move into a shared apartment. Not a single day goes by without my housemate, Stuart Harper, calling himself some variation of a sweet, brave, and responsible guy. On the very first day he moves in, he hires workers to take out the insulation from the walls. I confront him about it, but he simply grins at me and proudly boasts about his decision. "That was all just some shoddy foam that the construction workers padded the walls with. Not only was it useless, but it was even taking up so much space. The fact that I forked out my own money to get rid of it proves that I'm such a sweet and responsible guy!" With a scowl on my face, I explain to Stuart the purpose of h

The day my mafia boss husband, Zann Lima, went bankrupt, a car accident crippled both his legs. He was paralyzed from the waist down. I inherited his astronomical debt, and with it, the responsibility to care for him for the rest of his life. For an entire year, I was beaten by debt collectors until I vomited blood, yet I couldn’t bear to buy painkillers. I collapsed from exhaustion working eight jobs a day, yet I couldn’t bear to take a day off. Every penny I earned went toward keeping Zann alive. I believed this was love’s steadfast devotion, until one night, when I was delivering drinks at a club. I stumbled upon the man who was supposed to be sitting and waiting for me at home in

My parents forced me to drop out of school and work eight jobs just to support my cousin Lola. I was only allowed to keep twenty bucks a month. One day, while working on a construction site, I got buried in a collapse. Dying, I called them—but they were busy throwing a lavish birthday party for Lola. Turns out they'd faked bankruptcy. Every penny went to her. After I died, they spread rumors that I'd run off with some guy. When the truth came out, my parents lost their minds. Their company went under. Later, I found out Lola was actually my twin sister—she'd been sent away as a baby to avoid some legal trouble. In the end, my mother poisoned Lola, then killed herself. Only then could my

One accident led to An Xin waking up in the body of her best friend. The once domineering Miss An was now suddenly the gentle Madam Ye, but this does not mean that she is without thorns. The first thing to solve, is this cold and unapproachable husband of hers that makes her pity her best friend. At the same time, perhaps squeeze a pretty penny off some hustle, and save up so she can travel. Perhaps she will find a few hunks on the way and her newfound life would not be boring at all. But wait, why is the once unapproachable husband suddenly so clingy? Good sir, I am not your wife, and marrying me is impossible. Unless...you promise to spoil me for the rest of my life, love me like nothing e

Five years of unfulfilling, two-minute sex ended the night I caught my fiancé screaming in pleasure, completely stretched and taken by another man. Fleeing to a hotel, a mix-up trapped me in the dark penthouse of a naked, glistening, and brutally thick billionaire. Drunk and desperate for a real man, I begged him to stretch me. His rough hands sent electric shocks through my skin, his wet mouth sucking my breasts while his thick fingers drove deep inside me, leaving me soaking, aching to be split open by his massive, throbbing weight. Until the lights flickered on—and the dominant stranger inside me was my mother’s new husband.