Wrecked Lightning Mcqueen Novels & Stories

“Your words, bunny. Use. Your. Words.” Zephyr growled, and it was all I could do to not come undone right there and then. How do I even use my words when my mouth was already stuffed full with Aeron’s cock? “Tell us who you want.” Tristan probed, twisting his fingers inside me, making my back arch and my cunt clench around the intrusion. “And tell us what you want.” “A—All of you.” I choked out when Aeron let me. “I want all four of you.” I whimpered. “I want to be ruined. Marked. Used.” “That’s not quite what we were hoping for.” Zayden murmured, forcing his thumb in my mouth where Aeron’s cock had been just a minute ago while Zephyr twisted my nipples. “We want to feel your desperation.” My body shook violently, muscles spasmed and I knew that I wouldn’t get what I wanted if I didn’t do as I was told. “I want you to fuck me until I’m wrecked, wretched and the only words I know to utter are your names.” ************* After finding a woman sprawled out on her husband’s bed as he asked her for a divorce, Marian Alford immediately knew there was nothing and no place for her in her marriage. The plan was to drink all night, forget her sorrows, but her life changed when she bumped into them—her husband’s best friends. She knew she shouldn’t want them, but she does, and when they touched her, sparks flew. Marian has no other choice but to submit to the four brothers, who were bound to ruin her in ways she never could have imagined.

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

From a young age, Alexus had never liked Cassandra. He could see her mischief even when she was a child-like a spoiled brat heiress. He despised her because she was obsessed with him. It was almost as if she wanted to be his shadow. They had a four-year age gap, so he treated her like a younger sister. During his college days, when she was a freshman and he was about to graduate, Cassandra would chase away and bully any girl who approached him, which only made him dislike her more. A particularly disturbing incident occurred when he found out that she had pleaded with their parents to arrange a marriage between them. Their parents were close friends, so when they heard about this, they immediately told him that he was engaged to Cassandra. He detested her, so he decided to show her his worst side. He would hire women and introduce them as his girlfriends every week. He would also pretend that something was going on between him and the women he hired. "I don't like you, Cassandra. Why are you so stubborn? I hate your obsession with me. I will never like you, remember that!" After saying this, he left her on the road. It was dark, but he knew she had bodyguards. He later heard that she was almost assaulted. Fortunately, her bodyguard arrived just in time. He wanted to apologize to her, but the next day he found out that she had gone abroad. He didn't know where. When Cassandra returned, she was different and no longer obsessed with him. She became a renowned model and actress. Twisted fate plays the both of them when they are on the cruise ship and have been wrecked and cast away on an island with several strangers with them.

Cinzia, brutalized and sold off after the death of her parents, found herself at the mercy of the ferocious Hybrid King. She lost all sense of reasoning while with him, and even her main goal, which was to avenge the death of her parents. He was known as the Hybrid King, a man of mixed blood, shrouded in mystery. But no one truly knew who he was. Cinzia, in his eyes, was the solution to a problem he had suffered for many years – a possession he acquired on impulse. Despite his treatment of her, her presence in his life was somehow redeeming. Could she succeed in penetrating his frozen heart and curing him of the curse before it was too late? Would she succeed in bringing justice to her dead parents when she found the killer, or would she cower forever in the presence of the Hybrid King, who now more than ever treated her as nothing? ______ "I, Cinzia Aetos, daughter of the slain Alpha and Luna of the Royal wolf tribe, reject all your possible advances, whatever you have in mind..." His anthracite eyes swirled into a dangerous golden color, and his grip on my wrists tightened. "W-what are you doing?" I sputtered. "Let go of me this instant!" "I, Raphael Grace, The Hybrid King, accept you, Cinzia Aetos, as the mate sent by the goddess Selene. I promise to do as I desire with you. I swear on the river Styx and by my father, Zeus, the god of the sky!" The heavens thundered, and I saw a lightning flash in his eyes briefly before he pushed me away from him. What had just happened? He swore and accepted me as his mate?!

"Want me." He groaned. I hadn't taken a good look of the man I was in bed with. I opened my eyes a bit, and looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but he had black hair. "My name is Asher, and I'll make you scream it in different positions." His hand left my breast, into my vagina. "Asher…" I rubbed his head, holding him closer to me. I moaned loudly. I was enjoying every second of this. Amelia Brooks spent three years loving Damian. He spent those three years lying. At her own engagement party, he got down on one knee — and proposed to her younger sister instead. That night, humiliated and half-drunk, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room and into the arms of a stranger. Rough. Unforgettable. She left before sunrise, no regrets. She walked into a boardroom at the company her grandmother left her — and found him sitting. Asher Sinclair. Major shareholder. And Damian's uncle. The man who wrecked her body in the dark now holds her future in his hands. Desperate to fulfill her grandmother's secret marriage clause or lose everything, Amelia signs a contract that makes her his wife. No feelings allowed. But Damian isn't done with her. He wants her back. He shows up at her office with roses and lies, at every turn whispering that she was always his. And Asher? He watches. He waits. And one night, he reminds her exactly who she belongs to — not with words, but with his hands, his mouth, the way he says her name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Now Amelia is trapped between the ex who shattered her and husband who owns her.

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

⚠️ WARNING: This book will ruin you for vanilla sex. Side effects include spontaneous wetness, missed deadlines, "one more chapter" syndrome at 3 AM, and explaining to your partner why you suddenly have ideas. Reader discretion advised. Vibrator recommended. For readers 18+ who like their fantasies FILTHY and their boundaries FLEXIBLE. She didn't know she needed five frat brothers until her boyfriend offered her up as initiation. She didn't know she craved her stepdad's best friends until they caught her skinny dipping. She didn't know she was a fertility goddess until the clinic offered natural insemination. Now she knows. DIRTY DREAMS is a scorching collection of no-holds-barred erotica for women who want MORE. More men. More holes filled. More loads taken. More of the fantasies you've only whispered about in the dark. Inside you'll find: → Gangbangs that leave her dripping and delirious → Taboo encounters with men who should be off-limits → CNC scenarios that blur every line you thought you had → Breeding rituals designed to fill her up and knock her up → Good girls corrupted, wives shared, and innocence absolutely wrecked From fraternity basements to fertility clinics, from camping grounds to cult ceremonies, these stories don't tease – they deliver. Every hole. Every load. Every filthy fantasy you've been too ashamed to Google. This is not your mother's romance novel. This is the book you hide on your Kindle. This is the book you read with one hand. This is the book that finally scratches that itch. Contains: gangbangs, reverse harem, dubcon, breeding, taboo relationships, CNC (consensual non-consent), age gaps, degradation, cum play, and absolutely zero apologies. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are guaranteed.

After rejecting the 999th consort candidate my master, Madam Freya, had introduced to me, she finally reached her limit. "What the hell are you waiting for? You're the once-in-a-lifetime genius of Nymphomist magic, and yet you've never gone through the Great Rite! You're not getting any younger, girl. At this rate, how are you supposed to improve your spiritual power?!" I sighed. Of course I wanted to find a consort and perform the Great Rite already. But every single one of those candidates looked like shit. Unfortunately, my absurdly high standards for men ended up stalling my spiritual power for too long. I failed to survive the Trial of Lightning and died... Then I opened my eyes and realized I was in another body, in another world. The beauty standards here were completely different from those in the elven world. I looked across the room, and my eyes immediately landed on the most perfect man I had ever seen. He was 6'2", with sharply defined washboard abs. His face looked as though the gods themselves had sculpted it. I ran straight toward him and threw my arms around his waist. Oh, he's the one! To my surprise, this god among men narrowed his eyes and grabbed me by the neck. Rage burned in his expression. "You would throw yourself at a man as hideous as me just for my money?! You disgust me!" What the hell was he talking about? Honestly, all I could focus on was the way his sexy, seductive lips moved against each other whenever he spoke. Please. Just let me bite them already!

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?