Short stories Books for Women
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365 Days to Bond With the Cursed Beast King
[Fated/Forced Mate Bond + Forced Proximity + Only One Who Can Save Him + Hidden Royal Bloodline + Cursed With A Ticking Clock + Secret Villain Hiding In Plain Sight + Betrayal By A Trusted Insider + Escape Attempt Gone Wrong + Enemies to Allies Royal Court + Choosing Him Twice + Second Chance Choice] Zenaida Kessington has 365 days to make a monster fall in love with her or watch him disappear forever. She fell through a portal expecting to die. Instead, she landed in the lap of the most feared king in the Beast Realm, and woke something in him that hasn't stirred in a decade: a mate bond neither of them asked for. Vyrn is dying by inches, his humanity eaten alive by a curse with a deadline. The bond could save him. But it only works if she chooses him freely, and Zenaida doesn't do anything freely but escape. When the one chance to go home turns out to be a trap set by the same enemy who cursed him, Zenaida has to decide what's worse: staying bound to a man who broke his own rules to save her life, or losing him to a beast that might not remember her name. With 365 days, one impossible bond, and a king running out of time to be saved by the one woman who was never supposed to find him... except she was./0/28765/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ba0ea111643e15fefca90496fb4527&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Pairless
Have you ever lost a precious thing dear to your heart? Have you ever been bullied cause you are Pairless? That's sounds awkward right? You knows how I feel right? "Don't you dare open that damn room!Mom yelled as she caught me Tiptoeing to the closed❎ room. The room is suspicious right?Yes I knew it.....She makes 3 servings instead of two and passed it to the damn room "Am no longer a kid mom! I need to know what in this damn room! I yelled my throat out "Then proves that to me kiddo" She said the most annoying part/0/94955/coverorgin.jpg?v=25edabb872391e9b7399f8d10c183ee4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friends' Reckless Cravings
"I am starving, Len..." But that hunger was for her. ~~~ For ten years, Alex has been nothing more than Lena's best friend. They have the sweetest relationship ever and have shared laughter, heartbreak, late-night secrets, everything. Until the night he gets hard for sweet, innocent best friend... One night rips the mask away and Alex can no longer ignore the truth: his so-called best friend has always been his deepest craving. But is Lena really innocent? What if she has her own little secret world with desires she never dared to confess... And drags Alex into this world? *** Best Friends' Reckless Cravings is a full compilation of dangerous desires between best friends who were never meant to cross the lines. Fast paced, filthy, and emotionally brutal. If you want the tension, the heat, and the fallout... this one is for you ;-)/1/123508/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcc7e769e7278e981637e18078faf34a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Erotic Stories For The Horny Souls
Some cravings can't be ignored. Some stories refuse to stay hidden This collection explores the powerful pull of attraction, the thrill of the forbidden, and the quiet moments where desire takes control. Step into a world where emotions run deep, connections ignite, and every page leaves you wanting more. Once you begin... it's hard to stop./1/115400/coverorgin.jpg?v=063ab08af4c89dd65c081514f94687b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress. Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door. Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest. "Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises." The original owner had left her an absolute mess. Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings. If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days. Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic. Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies? She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim. Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest. "I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm. She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed./0/46956/coverorgin.jpg?v=8be33148a4bf441c43c388128d59cab9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Impermissible Desires!
Hi, Your Majesty! Welcome to the world of forbidden lust that always has a tasty, desirable ending. In this book, there are over twenty smexxy stories. They aren't limited to one genre. One moment, you'd be reading a werewolf story, next thing you're reading campus romance or a stepdaddy x stepdaughter romance, and before you know it, you're reading about a perverted demon king and a feisty human warrior? Exciting right? You never know what genre or plot twists, or most importantly, how smutty the next story will be! But one thing is guaranteed, Your Majesty. Mindblowing sex scenes guaranteed to make you wish to swap lives with the characters. You are going to squeeze your thighs together. You are going to want to touch yourself. You are going to cum. Here, forbidden is delicious, the best. Kinks and fetishes? No problem. Intense kisses? Check. Big, fat, veiny dicks that deliver thrusts so intense that you'll lick your lips like no one's business? Guaranteed. So what are you waiting for? Turn to the next page to be blessed with creamy tales 🤤/0/62211/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A family of lies
The Clinton family appears to be the epitope of perfection, with the wealth, lavish lifestyle, and impeccable manners. However behind close doors, they struggle with secrets, lies and unresolved conflicts. As tensions rise and secrets spill, the Clinton's must confront their flaws and weaknesses to find peace and redemption./0/78441/coverorgin.jpg?v=24aa9133563f41581192e1f5c4108c8b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Echoes of her kiss
A quiet, brooding seaside town-out of season, filled with gray skies, the scent of salt, and crashing waves. A distant lighthouse watches like a sentry over secrets buried in time. Juliet Johnson returns after eight years-now a solitary, reclusive artist-summoned by a letter from her brother, Jones. She is met by the chilling familiarity of the town and memories of Mario Telly, the man she once loved and left behind. The lighthouse becomes a recurring symbol: a guide, a warning. Lewis Johnson, her calculating and image-obsessed father, is running a campaign for regional governor. His reputation, built on false morality and suppressed scandals, depends on alliances. His current project: grooming Anderson Williamson, the ambitious son of wealthy industrialist Taylor Williamson, as Juliet's future husband. Jones, Juliet's brother, serves as the campaign's loyal executor-cleaning scandals, controlling narratives, and silencing dissent. He believes loyalty to their father is a noble cause. Juliet sees it as servitude. Juliet is introduced to Sophia Williamson, her father's illegitimate daughter. Sophia, sharp-witted and ambitious, has grown up in the shadows and seeks her place in the family legacy. Juliet is torn between empathy and mistrust. Mario Telly, now a local fisherman and folk hero, bears the scars of Juliet's departure. Once the town's golden boy, his opposition to Lewis's politics made him an outsider. He is the voice of the town's truth-bitter, honest, and unforgiving. As Lewis prepares for a major political gala, Juliet discovers documents hidden in her father's study-evidence of land acquisitions, bribery, and the silencing of whistleblowers, all orchestrated in tandem with Taylor Williamson. The lighthouse grounds, she learns, are to be sold for development. Juliet rekindles a hesitant connection with Mario. He reveals her father's role in the downfall of his family's boat business. They begin planning a subtle resistance-Juliet with her paintings, Mario with the support of townspeople. At the grand gala, Juliet publicly unveils a haunting painting series: abstract, storm-laden seascapes hinting at corruption, decay, and betrayal. Whispers spread like wildfire. Lewis fumes. Taylor wants to stop the damage. Anderson, feeling used and manipulated, turns on his father. Sophia confronts Lewis, declaring she will not be hidden or shamed. Jones begins to crack under the pressure of conscience. The town awakens. News spreads. Journalists arrive. Lewis tries to buy Juliet's silence, but she refuses, choosing truth over family legacy. Mario and Juliet stand together at the lighthouse, watching the sea consume the gray morning. Sophia starts her own political podcast, exposing power games and giving voice to the silenced. Anderson leaves politics for good. Jones vanishes from the public eye, disillusioned. Lewis's empire crumbles. Juliet, though uncertain of what comes next, opens a gallery in the town. The lighthouse still stands-weathered but resilient. Much like Juliet. Blurb a story about broken ties of loyalty, hidden truths, and the kiss that changed everything. Sophia Williamson once had faith in family, legacy, and most importantly, her husband, Taylor Williamson, a powerful patriarch with as many ambitions as he had secrets. Sophia, on the other hand, begins to question everything she once defended as their son spirals into scandal after scandal, fueled by privilege and disdain for the women he rejects. As Taylor's elite circle presses them further into moral compromise, domestic tensions rise. Unbeknownst to them, Juliet-quiet, observant, and dangerously underestimated-has been listening. She hears everything, including the manipulation, the deception, and the deals made in the shadows, behind closed doors and carefully selected smiles. Juliet knows she is just a pawn in Taylor's political chessboard, used to secure an image that never truly included her. But knowledge is power, and a single kiss-given in trust, taken for granted-becomes the echo that exposes a dynasty built on lies. One question now looms: How many lives must be broken before the truth is revealed, as Sophia confronts her husband and Juliet contemplates vengeance./0/24277/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ab436c74892e222dfe90a543af34310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Short Muses Vol 2
Short stories of blending lives with mingling singles. Living in every dark corner of the city where no one is there to watch or to witness but needs to be happened and always will do. No one can stop or hold those moments where passed nor anyone can see the fourth coming but can endure to withhold the upcoming shores of love, lust, innocence, mysterious misfortunes or exceptional redemptions./0/30445/coverorgin.jpg?v=901b921912f4819ab176fdb3487d06a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don't Love Me
He stood up and turned away from her after grinning. She was able to breathe at last. Due to the blood that trickled from the wounds on her cheek and lips, her hair had already become tangled and adhered to her face. Her workout attire was also stained with dirt, sweat, and a trace of R blood. As he moved away from her, she once more raised an eyebrow at him. However, he abruptly 22 halted and turned to face her. "The most crucial guideline of them all. Regulation No. 6 "He said. AVOID FALLING IN LOVE/0/52509/coverorgin.jpg?v=68691b762dfd6a1f4142512665e7d1e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The power of choice
A family sat down on the bed at night for a summer night words of wisdom by their father Jameson. During this, Jameson finds out that his childrens did not understand his proverbs then he brings in a short story in which the children's later gain knowledge and understanding of it ./0/61607/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd36484f85104419a409a5306143935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wild Pleasures( Steamy Romance)
Rated: strictly 18+ This collection of short steamy erotic stories is a tantalizing journey into the world of passion and lust. Each story immerses readers in intense and intimate encounters, exploring the boundaries of desire and pleasure. From fiery romances to forbidden fantasies, these tales push the limits of sensuality and seduction. Get ready to be swept away by the heat and intensity of these steamy narratives, where passion reigns supreme and desires are unleashed without inhibition./0/47656/coverorgin.jpg?v=f10e4ebaabb1b4be8ffe3435927a8b6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Seven words
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried. "She won't suspect anything tonight." Betrayal should have broken her. Instead, it sharpened her. While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity. As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late. Seven words ended her trust. Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world. A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence./0/27220/coverorgin.jpg?v=66d900b98cb3316174b0e012c69fd287&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Terror in the mountains
A group of three girls go to a private chalet to spend three days as a holiday in the mountainous forest side. And to add to it there is a wild wolf who is roaming outside and the caretaker who is an ex murderer. Jeremy their friend is supposed to join them but goes missing before he even reaches there and they end up getting stuck with no light and phone connection. And many more stories .. A collection of thriller mystery romance adventure suspense historical novellas./1/111905/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf15e6eb178b401bf43c4dbe11808cff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: Creaming on daddies spicy erotica
TRIGGER WARNING Close this page right now if any of these will ruin your day: • Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession • Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad's downstairs. Kitchen-counter pounding with the cake burning. One last soul-shattering night on the eve of Liam's wedding to his old school crush. She knows it's wrong. He knows it's wrong. But every time he growls "Mom" and slams into her, wrong feels so fucking right. No hearts and flowers. No redemption arc. Just sweat, cum, guilt, and the kind of dirty, obsessive sex that leaves you shaking. If you want your taboo served raw, breathless, and unapologetic-this one will ruin you in the best way./0/78494/coverorgin.jpg?v=90387befb65348193257c2e41f95d393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Laced with lies
Juliet leaned against the weathered rail of the boardwalk, the salty breeze tangling her hair as she closed her eyes. Allen's laughter echoed in her mind-quiet, low, the kind that wrapped around her ribs and stayed. They used to sit on this very spot, passing sketches between them, dreaming of galleries and quiet lives. He had called her "wild with restraint," a phrase she never understood until he was gone. She could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her art. "Don't vanish," he had whispered. And yet, she had. The town of Bridgeport hadn't changed much in eight years. The same white cottages lined the coast, the same gulls circled overhead, and the same scent of seaweed and cinnamon buns from Margie's Diner floated on the wind. It was Juliet who had shifted, reformed, rebuilt herself in cities where no one knew her name. She turned back from the rail and walked toward the cluster of buildings that made up the town's center. Her father's campaign posters were pasted on nearly every pole-Lewis Johnson for State Senate. The sight made her stomach twist. Juliet had returned for three reasons: to sell her late mother's house, to visit Allen's grave, and to face the past long enough to escape it for good. But the house had not welcomed her. Dusty, echoing, full of old canvases she'd never finished, the rooms felt like frozen whispers of a girl she no longer was. She reached Margie's and stepped inside, the bell over the door chiming like an old friend. A few heads turned. A pause. Then came the hush. "Juliet Johnson?" Margie stepped from behind the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, eyes wide. "Well, I'll be. You're a ghost." Juliet smiled faintly. "Just visiting." Margie's hug was warm and cinnamon-scented. "Your daddy'll be glad to know you're in town." Juliet doubted that. "I'll stop by." Margie gave her a booth and a slice of cherry pie without asking. As she ate, Juliet stared at the walls. Photos from decades past filled them: fishermen, town fairs, prom queens, and one image in particular-a black-and-white shot of Allen and Juliet on the boardwalk, his arm draped around her shoulder, both laughing mid-sentence. It hurt to look at. So she didn't. The next morning, Juliet walked to the cemetery on the edge of town, her sketchpad tucked under her arm. She passed rows of sun-faded headstones until she reached Allen's. The marker was modest-Allen Graves, Beloved Son, Dreamer, 1989–2017. At its base were seashells, dried flowers, and a small bundle of pencils bound by twine. She knelt. Ran her fingers over the name. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have left the way I did." There was no reply, of course. Just the distant crash of waves and the rustling of dune grass. But Juliet opened her sketchbook anyway and began to draw. A boy at peace. A sea that never stopped moving. She didn't hear the footsteps until they were close. A small voice broke the silence. "Are you an artist?" Juliet turned. A boy stood a few feet away, freckled, maybe ten years old, holding a crumpled bag of marbles. He looked like Allen had once-same dark hair, same curious eyes. "I am," she said. "My name's Marco. My granddad's buried over there." He pointed. "What's your name?" "Juliet." He nodded solemnly, then peered at the sketch. "He looks nice." "He was." Marco looked at the grave. "You must've loved him." Juliet didn't answer right away. "I did. In ways I didn't understand until I couldn't tell him anymore." Marco sat cross-legged beside her, uninvited but not unwelcome. "I think when you draw someone, it means you still love them." Juliet smiled. "You might be right." They sat there for a while, two strangers in quiet company. When Juliet finally stood, Marco said, "You should come to the boardwalk fair. It's tomorrow night. My mom says it's the best thing about this town." Juliet hesitated, then nodded. "Maybe I will." Later that afternoon, she found herself in her father's office. Lewis Johnson stood behind his desk, speaking into a headset, gesturing toward charts on a whiteboard. Politics still clung to him like cologne. Juliet waited until he noticed her. He froze mid-sentence. "Juliet," he said, removing the headset. "Hello, Dad." He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into a surprisingly firm hug. "It's been too long." She stiffened, then relaxed. "Eight years." "You could've called." "You could've asked why I left." A beat passed. He didn't answer. Instead, he motioned to a chair. "You look well." "So do you. Campaigning suits you." "It's exhausting." He smiled thinly. "But rewarding. We're close." Juliet nodded, unsure what to say. So many unspoken things between them. He cleared his throat. "Your brother's organizing the fair tomorrow. It's part of the campaign. You should come. Reconnect." "Reconnect with who?" "With the town. With you/1/113537/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ff42411a40049c7dea94cbe150f2b02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires
Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires. This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it's stories that will keep you up at night. ****************** "Ever had sex before?" he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There's a huge bulge in his boxer already. "Ye..yes," I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm. "Good, cause i'm going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop." I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there. "Bend over, princess." ************************* This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED This is a collection of every lustful desires you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!/0/80446/coverorgin.jpg?v=b26806a0527b964e5760d6acf97a6b21&imageMogr2/format/webp)
