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99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
589·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
9.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
Daddy One Shots
3.0K·Scarlett Jane "Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.
The Godfather's Blood-Stained Betrayal
2.0K·-On our third anniversary, I activated my plan to fake my own death. At dinner, he told his men in Italian: "She's so obedient, she won't cause trouble." He never knew I understood every single word. As the mafia don's "trophy wife," I had long discovered his mistress and the high heel she deliberately left in my home. I refused to endure it any longer. Ten days from now, only the gun he custom-made for me and a pool of blood will remain on the seaside cliff. Don, those ninety-nine times you said you loved me—I don't want them anymore.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
2.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
117.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
824·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
2.0K·Luciana RielleWarning: ⚠️ EXTREME HEAT WARNING⚠️ This collection is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, filthy, taboo-soaked erotica that will ruin you for anything vanilla ever again. L U S T R O N O M I C A A savage constellation of stories where desire burns hotter than dying stars and bodies collide in wet, brutal, unstoppable gravity. Here, professors claim innocent throats in locked lecture halls. Mountain daddies split trembling girls open under star-drenched skies. Forbidden lovers choke on cock and cunt until mascara runs black and cum drips down shaking thighs. Every page is drenched in sweat, spit, and slick. Every scene drags you deeper into the black hole of dominance, denial, and devastating release. where pain twists into pleasure, control snaps into surrender, and orgasms hit so hard they feel like the end of the fucking universe. These aren’t love stories. These are depraved confessions of how good it feels to be used, owned, wrecked, and remade in the throes of the filthiest kinds of lust. Once you fall in… there’s no escaping the pull. You’ll come screaming. And you’ll beg for more.
Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection}
33.0K·The Book MagicianRated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.
Scarred Heart: A Mafia Revenge
365·-Three years into our marriage, I overheard my husband on the phone: "That useless woman—if she can't bear a son, just dispose of her." He didn't know I was still clutching today's positive pregnancy test in my hand. His mistress sent me a screenshot of a bank transfer, the note reading: "To my true love." At the gala, she flaunted my work in my face. He slapped me in public and locked me in the basement. The night of the shootout, he shielded her with his life as they fled. I clutched my bleeding belly and crawled into the forest. Just wait, mafia don. I'll send you to hell with my own hands.
No Roses Left to Burn
20.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Rejected, Claimed by the Alpha King
11.0K·AliceAs the first Luna in history without a wolf, I was despised by my husband and scorned by my family, and my life was literally worse than an Omega! On our sixth wedding anniversary, I got pregnant, but my husband's first love - my sister - also returned... From then on, I was haunted by nightmares! My husband favored my sister in everything, and he even secretly held wedding ceremony with her! I was in despair and left with the child in my womb, only to discover when I turned around... my mate was actually my husband's uncle - the terrifying Alpha King! Wait! The child in my womb seems to be the King's too? I was completely dumbfounded - can someone just tell me what happened?! Then another shocking secret was revealed. My real family came looking for me, and they smiled at me lovingly, "Dear princess, welcome home." Huh? So I am a princess now? Jesus, what is going on!
On My Wedding Day, I Married the Don’s Deadliest Enemy
68·-I was Elara Ricci. The don's daughter. The woman Nico Ferrante flew across an ocean ninety-nine times just to watch from the street below her window—and I called it love. He spent five years building a replacement while I was gone. And when I came home to nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses with my name on every card, I walked straight into the most carefully arranged humiliation of my life. He let them hit me at my own welcome-home dinner. He stood in the room while his soldiers put me on the floor. And when three men had me blindfolded in a warehouse and called him for ransom—he told them they had the wrong woman. So I made one call. To the man who'd been waiting. And then I got married. Nico knelt on my father's floor and took ninety-nine strokes just to ask where I'd gone. The answer was: somewhere he couldn't follow. Some men only understand what they had after they've destroyed it themselves.
The Mark That Alpha Gave His Mistress Became the Painting He Gifted Me
134·-I was the Luna publicly witnessed by the entire Pack, declared to bear his “one and only mark.” Three years later, I saw another Omega on social media, her pregnant belly cradled in her hands—and the permanent flame mark on her skin was identical to the painting in my living room that he once called “our future.” He told me it was duty, an alliance, an accidental heat gone out of control. But when the assembly hall collapsed, he hesitated for a single second between me and the pregnant woman—then ran to her. The night I formally rejected our bond and walked away carrying the true Alpha heir inside me, he finally realized he had destroyed the only bloodline that truly belonged to him—and by the time he dropped to his knees begging me to return, it was already too late. ……
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
5.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
Glory Deception
45·-Six years into our marriage, my husband always said he was too busy to come see me. So I decided to fly back and surprise him myself. But when I walked into the coffee shop he frequented the most, the cashier sneered and asked me, “Why are you harassing my boss’s husband?” For six years, I had been working on a classified NASA project, believing my husband was just as busy with his own work. Only now did I discover that he had already built another perfect family. Even more ridiculous—he had been using **my benefits** to support them all this time. When I exposed the truth, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threatened me: “Six years of your career—are you really willing to destroy it just to expose me?” Until the moment NASA Security and the FBI knocked on the door, the lie he had spent six years weaving finally collapsed.
The Mafia Heir That Wasn’t Mine
1.0K·Z·NyraThe day I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant, his late brother’s widow showed up with a belly—claiming the father was my husband. He defended her, called me worthless, and in the hospital… he kicked hard enough to end my own pregnancy. The next day, she walked into my home wearing my wedding ring and carrying his “heir.” Everyone thought I was finished—but they had no idea that from that moment on, I had only one goal: to make them pay a price far worse than betrayal.
Luna Has No Tears
1.0K·Luna_2When I was attacked by rogues and left severely wounded, my mate, Alpha Kieran of the Crescent Moon Pack, was supposedly on a business trip with his Beta, Seraphina. His car passed by where I lay, bleeding out on the ground, yet he ignored me. Even though I reached out through our mate bond, pleading for help, he continued on his way with Seraphina. The lead warrior arrived just in time with his warriors and rushed me to the pack doctor. The doctor looked at me regretfully. "Luna, your pup... is gone." I broke down, but for the sake of the pack, for the burden Alpha Kieran carried, I chose to bear my grief alone. But my most loyal warrior told me the truth: Kieran was never on a business trip. He had taken Seraphina on a vacation to the beach. Pain and betrayal crushed me. When I needed him most, he chose her over me. So, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Alpha Darius," I said, voice steady despite my trembling hands, "it's time for you to keep your promise." On the other end, the Alpha of the Blue Star Pack chuckled. "I've been waiting for this day."
After My Fiancé and Best Friend Used Me as Their Plaything, I Snapped
341·JuliaTwo days before the wedding, my best friend asked me to test my fiancé. She didn't believe that such a playboy prince would truly settle down. Her intuition was always accurate, so I stayed up all night creating a fake account to flirt with him. He completely crushed me. Just when I was torn between crying and laughing, he suddenly turned it around and replied: [This boring game ends here.] [Besides you two, I don't play with other women.] [Little Orange, next time you want to flirt with me, just use your main account.] Little Orange was my best friend.
The Don and My Daughter： A Double Betrayal
3.0K·MontoyaTeaser: "My husband is the Mafia Don. My daughter just wished for a new mother. They betrayed me together. This is how I make them pay." Elvira never expected that on her birthday, her daughter, Sophia, would walk towards her, beaming, holding a carefully crafted walnut meringue cocktail. "Happy birthday, Mom! I made this just for you." Elvira was severely allergic to walnuts. Everyone in the family knew that. As her consciousness faded, she heard Lucas's icy voice, heavy with unquestionable authority: "Sophia. Do you understand what you're doing?" Sophia's voice remained sweet, yet carried a chilling calmness beyond her years: "Of course, Papa. Aunt Chloe said a true woman of the Rossi family should be able to face any challenge, including... a little allergy test. Besides, Papa," she turned to Lucas, asking with innocent cruelty, "don't you also think Aunt Chloe is more suited to stand by your side?" "You..." Lucas's words were cut off by Elvira's violent gasps. Before blacking out completely, only one thought burned in Elvira's mind: If she survived, she would no longer be Lucas Rossi's wife or Sophia Rossi's mother.
