18+ Some secrets should stay buried.
Ours only make us burn. Evie comes home from university with a sprained ankle and nowhere else to go. What she doesn't expect is the way her stepfather looks at her now that she's twenty. Or the way her body answers him. Damian has spent two years pretending. Pretending he doesn't watch her. Pretending he doesn't remember the night she called him Daddy in a red dress. Pretending the hunger will eventually die. It doesn't. When her mother leaves them alone in the house, the pretense shatters. What starts as stolen touches under the kitchen table becomes nights of rough, desperate claiming. Every surface. Every room. Even the marriage bed. But Cass is not blind.
And she is not the kind of mother who looks away. She offers them a choice: hide like cowards, or do it clean.
Divorce. Honesty. No more secrets. Now Evie has to decide if she wants the man who raised her under the same roof... or the man who is finally free to keep her. Dark. Forbidden. Obsessive.
This is not a love story that asks for permission.

If you think it's a vampire story, you're sadly mistaken. What does it feel like to become completely smitten with someone at first glance? What does it feel like to gradually fall for someone you never thought you could have? And just how romantic do you think office crushes really are? Find out what Shikha Ravat goes through after developing a major crush on a mysterious colleague. Follow her journey from a girl who is completely smitten, to a girl obsessing over her crush, to a girl who won't rest until she figures him out.

I was an orphan. He was a billionaire. He adopted me to hide his money, and for six years, he didn't even know my name. But when I turned eighteen, the cold, apathetic monster finally looked at me. And he decided he wanted to play with his investment. I thought I could survive him. I thought I could make him love me. But in Julian Thorne's world, you don't get loved. You get owned. Dark. Taboo. Unhinged. Enter at your own risk.

She was born to serve. He was born to rule. One glance was all it took to ruin them both. Maya has spent her entire life learning how to disappear. As a palace maid in the Emperor's obsidian halls, her survival depends on being invisible - silent, obedient, and utterly forgettable. She cleans the floors of the throne room, avoids the shadows of the guards, and never, ever , looks up at the man who sits on the burning throne. Until the night she does. Emperor Kaelen is young, merciless, and impossibly beautiful - a golden god carved from ice and fire. The empire whispers that he has no heart. That he collects obedience the way other men collect crowns. That no one has ever held his gaze and lived to tell of it. But when Maya's eyes meet his across the throne room, the world stops. He sees her. Really sees her. And a man who has spent his life owning everything suddenly discovers the one thing he cannot have - a palace maid with fire in her blood and defiance in her bones, who refuses to kneel for anyone. The Emperor does not ask. He commands. He claims. He consumes. But Maya is not a possession. And the throne room that once felt like a cage is about to become a battlefield - where obsession meets resistance, where power meets desire, and where one forbidden glance ignites an empire.

Two twins. One woman. And a bond none of them were ever supposed to crave. Betty wanted peace, not chaos. After losing everything, she took a quiet job in the city - a chance to start over and forget the ghosts of her past. But the moment she stepped into Drevaux Industries, she caught the attention of two men she was never meant to meet. Mark Drevaux - the cold, calculating twin who controls his world with ice in his veins. Wade Drevaux - the wild one, hiding his pain behind danger and charm. They share everything - power, secrets... and soon, her. What starts as protection spirals into something forbidden. Every touch feels like sin, every glance like a promise. But the Drevaux twins aren't just billionaires - they're broken men built from darkness. And Betty? She might be the only thing holding their fragile world together... Or the reason it finally burns to the ground. This isn't a love triangle. It's a collision. And in the wreckage, someone will always bleed.

MATURE CONTENT A collection of short stories. The stories are a variety of lengths and a mixture of supernatural and human. Read on Inkitt!

Jeffrey, a young lad, finds himself soaked and drowning in the sea of pleasure and desire. He quenches his thirst, thirst of lust. Jeffrey encounters a couple of ladies who share his passions and this creates a bond that results in coitus. His strong appreciation for the female anatomy propels his knowledge of his way with the woman body.

CONTENT WARNING 🌶️🔞 • 18+ adult content only • Explicit sexual themes • Detailed solo masturbation scenes • Orgasm denial and orgasm control • Psychological erotic tension • Power dynamics between consenting adults • Authority figure dynamics (coach and mentor figures, no minors) • Somatic bodywork and intimate touch • Trauma recovery and mental blocks • Emotional vulnerability and loss of control • Explicit language Read only if comfortable with all listed content. FIND THE REST OF MY STORIES ON SUBSTACK FIRST: https://substack.com/@doveharperauthor -- Rankings: #1 - Adult - 15Jan2026 #1 - eroticaromance - 15Jan2026 #1 - hard - 23Jan2026 #1 - Smutshots - 23Jan2026 Tessa Ortiz is an elite collegiate diver frozen at the edge of everything that matters. After a career-ending injury almost takes her scholarship, her body recovers but her mind does not. The platform becomes a psychological cliff. So does intimacy. So does control. As Tessa trains to reclaim her place in the sport, she is forced to confront the deeper truth beneath her block. Fear is not just stopping her from diving. It is stopping her from letting go at all. The Edge is an adult psychological erotic story about trauma, control, power, and release. It focuses on internal tension more than action and builds slowly toward physical and emotional surrender. This is not a light romance. It is introspective, explicit, and centered on the body as both battleground and refuge.

Elara lives in two worlds - the one the world sees, and the one that follows her when the lights go out. Onstage, she is untouchable. Untamed. Worshipped. But behind the fame is a girl still haunted by a loss she never survived - only learned how to hide. Three years after tragedy shattered her past, something begins watching from the shadows. At first, it feels like exhaustion. Stress. Grief resurfacing. Until the dreams start feeling too real and reality starts feeling like a dream she can't wake from. A presence follows her - protective, dangerous, and impossibly drawn to her in a way that feels older than memory itself. He knows things about her no one should. He appears where no one else can. And every time he gets closer, the world around her becomes more unstable. More violent. More unpredictable. As whispers of the supernatural collide with buried family secrets and a past she never fully understood, Elara is forced to question everything - her memories, her grief, even the tragedy that shaped her life. But the deeper she digs, the clearer one terrifying truth becomes: She was never meant to live an ordinary life. And whatever is tied to her... will not let her go easily. Because some bonds are not built on love. Some are built on obsession. And breaking them may cost more than her heart. Now, with unseen forces closing in and reality itself beginning to fracture, Elara must decide who she is willing to trust and what she is willing to sacrifice before something ancient decides for her. And when the truth finally steps out of the shadows- Will it save her... Or destroy everything she thought she survived?

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.