Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

Sorrel was born for one purpose—to marry the Alpha King. Their union is meant to secure peace for her dying pack and strengthen the kingdom’s rule. Love was never part of the arrangement. But on her wedding day, everything shatters. The moment Sorrel stands before the sacred altar, she feels the mate bond snap into place… not with her future husband, but with the man officiating the ceremony. Kaine. The cold, untouchable oracle of the Wolffang Pack. Nathaniel’s very own brother. Bound to the Moon Goddess and forbidden from taking a mate, Kaine rejects her before the bond can fully form, tearing their souls apart and leaving Sorrel broken in the middle of a marriage built

In my previous life, my husband Kael Drayne, heir to the Beast King's throne and full-blooded dragon, cut open my belly with his own hands on the day I gave birth. He pulled our child out and dashed it against the floor in front of me. That was the moment I finally understood. The one he truly loved was my stepsister, Ivy Wren. Because she couldn't bear to watch the man she loved marry someone else, Ivy had staged a dramatic exit on our wedding day, slipping out alone, only to run into a gang of rogue beastkin. She vanished without a trace. Kael blamed every last bit of it on me. He hated me for it with everything he had. "Just because you're the only pure-blooded white wolf, you think

" I hate you." his piercing gaze on me darkened. "Hate me all you want,that, doesn't change the fact that you belong to me." Gripping my chin, his eyes challenge me to deny it. I take a step back, his grip on my hair tightens, as his lips graze against mine "Never ever deny me your touch wife."

“Shut up and take every thick cock like the greedy cumslut you are, princess.” Warning: 18+ 🔕🔕🔕 Featuring hardcore taboo, filthy age-gap erotica, and the darkest forbidden fantasies that will wreck you for anything else. This is a super steamy boxset loaded with thirty wild stories of raw, dripping desire. Think twisted, sweat-soaked, heart-racing adventures so naughty and intense they'll leave you squirming, gasping, and desperate for more on every page. These aren't cute little love stories, honey. These are straight-up ruthless, rule-breaking romps where older men take total control and younger women melt into the kind of sin that has you soaked and shaking all over. If you'r

In the underground casino, my ex-fiancé Don Dante Castellano threw the card in my face. His arm was around Sabrina—his first love—and his eyes were ice as they shoved me toward the table. "Your father owed mine a life. The thing in your belly isn't mine." He pressed the card flat against my cheek. "The daughter pays the father's debt. Tonight you're the living chip on that table." The paternity test was fake. The child was his. I knew. He didn't believe me. That night, with a gun pointed at my head, I took off all my clothes in front of everyone. Two years passed. Two years later, in Vegas, he saw me again. I was in a red silk dress with a gold chain around my neck, the other end of

Warning: 18+ Only 🔕🔕🔕 This book is a compilation of two extremely explicit books and intended for adults only. If you are under 18, do not read this. Turn back now. It contains very graphic sexual content, rough scenes, dirty talk, and intense adult situations. ************* I swore I'd never fall for an arrogant bad boy. Especially not the two loud, tattooed, dangerously ripped football gods who just turned my quiet neighborhood into a nonstop party zone. I'm the President's daughter. Prim, polished, and always under the microscope. One wrong move and the entire country explodes. So dating even one filthy-mouthed, possessive athlete would be political suicide. But c

They called me a monster. They chained me to the stake. The Alpha King branded me the murderer of his Luna and sentenced me to burn. I hate him with every shattered fragment of my heart. Then fate played its cruelest joke. The man who tried to burn me alive is my fated mate. Now I'm trapped within the gothic walls of Mooncrest Academy, where wolves sharpen their claws for my blood, witches brand me a traitor, vampires whisper that I am their long-lost princess, and dragons bow before their rightful queen. Every secret I uncover only deepens the mystery of who... or what... I truly am.

"Mommy, can I stop being a Lawson?" My daughter has a peanut allergy. We always kept an EpiPen at home. But on her birthday, my husband took the only one and gave it to his first love's son. He said, "Tommy's school has a field trip. Serena's worried something might happen. What's the big deal about lending it?" Later, my daughter accidentally ate peanut butter. Her face turned blue and she couldn't breathe. I rushed her to the hospital and called my husband seventeen times. He didn't answer. His first love's son had just won first place in a speech contest. He was in the audience, taking photos of the two of them. When my daughter woke up, her first words weren't "Where's Daddy?" She just c

“Ahh—fuck! It’s too big, Daddy!” ⚠️CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This book Collection is intended for strictly adult audiences (18+ only). It contains explicit sexual content including detailed depictions of: Taboo themes, Dark romance, Heterosexual, GAY, LESBIAN, BDSM. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This work includes graphic descriptions of sex, rough play, and psychological intensity. It is not suitable for minors, sensitive readers, or anyone uncomfortable with frank, unfiltered erotic fiction. Each book contains sweet mind-blowing chapters.🫦🍑🍆 Proceed only if you are a consenting adult fully aware of the mature and explicit nature of this book. If you're not up to 18. F

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I