Spicy Stories

"You don't belong to your father anymore, Elena. You belong to me. And I don't share my toys." Elena Kelly was the sheltered princess of the Irish Mob, until her father made a fatal mistake: he stole from the Italians. To pay his massive debt and save his empire, he did the unthinkable. He sold his only daughter. Enter Alessandro Russo. The ruthless, untouchable Don of the New York Famiglia. He is cold, calculated, and wears a suit as perfectly as he wields a gun. He took Elena as collateral, intending to break her spirit and use her to humiliate his Irish rivals. But Elena isn't a fragile doll, and she refuses to bow to the devil in a tailored suit. Trapped in his sprawling, high-security penthouse, a dangerous game of control and seduction begins. Alessandro realizes his fiery Irish captive is slipping under his skin, waking a dark, possessive obsession he cannot control. And when a rival cartel targets Elena to get to the Don, they learn a terrifying truth: Alessandro Russo doesn't just protect what's his. He paints the city in blood for it. Will Elena survive the monster she was sold to, or will she become the Queen of his dark empire?

Can Megan please her strict yet flirtatious boss? As the assistant to a boss in the big name of fashion, Megan's job is to help Mr Clark in his everyday activities. Keeping his calendar by her computer, he scheduled a 'meeting' with her, one on one, and she hopes it isn't the average talk about graphs and stats .... (If you get what I mean)

A good and juicy shower sexual moment

this is a story on how bakugou has a crush on deku and there roommates in this au and they have spicy moments sometimes

21 + ⚠️Mind Your Age, I Already Warned⚠️ [Short story only] To get the latest update, you can follow.

When I read all of the twisted series I thought i want to make my own spicy story

WARNING: SCENES CONTAIN: swearing, sex, and other things. Read at your own risk. All scenes will contain spice. "M-malfoy!" I moaned, cumming in his mouth.

"You can be anything. Be yourself."

The Silent King & The Riot Milo is a high-security nightmare. Behind his pale skin and dark, messy curls is a mind that snapped once, leaving fifteen bodies and a life sentence in its wake. He's sassy, he's sarcastic, and he talks to the voices in his head because no one else is worth the breath. Then there's J. The blonde king of the cell block who rules with a look and a silent nod. He doesn't speak, he doesn't smile, and he certainly doesn't tolerate disrespect. When Milo is tossed into C-Block with a muzzle on his face, the fire in his eyes, and heavy chains around him, the prison hierarchy doesn't just shake- it shatters. J was supposed to break the new transfer. Instead, he found the only person in the world who wasn't afraid of him. In a world of corrupt guards and bloody gang wars, Milo is the riot J never saw coming, and J is the only cage Milo actually wants to stay in.

Questa è una raccolta di storie one-shot (brevi, che sono lunghe un capitolo o più) sulla Daynap e in generale sugli Smiling Critters e i Nightmare Critters... spero che vi piaccia e se volete scrivetemi i vostri pareri, idee e consigli. Buona lettura! Ps: these stories are wrote in italian, so if you want read them you should use the site and the translator, anyway have a good day and thanks

Elina Sumeragi grew up between two worlds; Turkish warmth and Japanese discipline, hospital corridors and cursed spirits, grief and resilience. After losing her father in a cursed spirit attack, she enters Jujutsu High not by choice, but by necessity. There, she meets Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, two boys who will change the trajectory of her life in ways none of them are ready for. She is labeled special grade, dangerous, and yet she chooses medicine instead of her own volition. Years later, she's an oncologist with steady hands and a guarded heart, until fate places her back in the path of the strongest sorcerer alive. What begins as friendship becomes something fragile and unspoken. What fades becomes something unfinished. When war erupts across Japan, the Culling Games, and Shinjuku itself, love becomes less about confession and more about survival. This is not a story about becoming the strongest. It's about what you choose when strength isn't enough. From childhood friends, to second chances, from snow-covered battlefields to quiet hospital rooms, this is a love story that refuses to die. Or maybe it does.

Rules for surviving Los Angeles: don't trust influencers, don't crash out in public, don't fall for bad boys. Gabi has never been good at rules. She works at a chaotic talent agency, juggling diva influencers, fake spiritual awakenings, and public meltdowns. Meanwhile, she's quietly unraveling, spiraling through anxiety, perfectionism, and a brain that won't shut up. Her password says it all: Anxious$Princess. The dollar sign is for ambition. The anxiety? That's constant. She's the kind of girl who'll spend six hours photoshopping the bushes in the background of a TikTok and still not post it. Then Oakley Carter, her childhood best friend, secret crush, and internet golden boy, decides to "prove a point" by putting a $50,000 kiss bounty on her head. Now every clout-chasing influencer in L.A. is hunting her down. All she has to do is go on one date and kiss someone. Fifty thousand dollars. Easy money. Except when you work in social media, things have a way of getting out of hand. And Gabi is starting to realize there are some things you can't optimize, overthink, or Photoshop your way out of.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 - Saga Vol. 1 Charline Copperman ha sempre avuto una vita perfetta: una famiglia amorevole, fratelli complici e problemi che non andavano oltre un'unghia spezzata o un brufolo nel giorno sbagliato. Ma la perfezione è fragile. Un incidente spezza in un istante il suo mondo, portandosi via due delle persone che amava di più. E con loro, anche la vecchia Charline. Ora è un'ombra di ciò che era, intrappolata in un dolore che la allontana da tutto e tutti. Finché non incontra Royal. Lui non è un eroe. Non è lì per salvarla. Ma il caos che porta con sé, potrebbe essere l'unica scintilla capace di riaccenderla o di ridurla in cenere. 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 ➤𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ➤𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ➤𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 ➤𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒙 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 ➤𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒆 ➤𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ➤🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𝗔𝘃𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 Questa è un'opera di fantasia. Tutti i personaggi, eventi e luoghi sono frutto dell'immaginazione dell'autrice e qualsiasi somiglianza con persone reali, vive o defunte, è puramente casuale. L'intero contenuto è protetto dalle leggi sul diritto d'autore. È vietata qualsiasi forma di riproduzione, distribuzione, adattamento, traduzione o utilizzo non autorizzato, totale o parziale, senza il previo consenso scritto dell'autrice. ©_stardust_echo_ - Tutti i diritti riservati

Highs don't only come from drugs. Sometimes they come from the one person you're supposed to despise. Ke'Brianna Flores is the epitome of all things reckless. A beautifully broken product of the Flores empire born in the streets of Jamaica. Chaos followed her wherever she went and she doesn't ever run from danger, she runs towards it. Drae-Shaun Rossi is heir to the rival mafia, their sworn enemy. He was raised for the unending war, conditioned for violence. A man who thrives on order, discipline, and control. But control means nothing when obsession enters the room. What happens when Jamaica's most ruthless heir meets the one girl he can't bend, break, or command?

(EDITING IS HAPPENING IN ALL CHAPTERS CURRENTLY SO SOME THINGS MAY NOT SOUND CLEAR OR MAKE SENSE: CURRENTLY HAVE EDITED UP TO CHAPTER 33) Draco x OC Holding back a shiver, she said, "Stop looking at me like that". 'Like what?" He asked teasingly, his voice low "Like you have true feelings for me" She whispered. 'Perhaps because I do,' he said softly, their faces inches apart 'Please, don't,' she pleaded, feeling the intensity of his stare like a weight on her shoulders. 'Why?' he questioned, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. 'Because if you keep looking at me like that, I might just kiss you,' she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. 'And what if I want you to?' he whispered back, his breath warm against her cheek. 'Then we're both in trouble,' she murmured 'Well, I believe it's too late for that,' he said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in closer. 'Perhaps,' she whispered, unable to resist the pull drawing her closer to him. 'The problem is,' he breathed, " If I kiss you now, I'll be unable to stop" he uttered before closing the distance between us until their lips met in a tender kiss This is not a part of the Harry Potter series, it's only a fanfic. J.K. Rowling is the author of the Harry Potter series so all rights belong to her :))

The story of a man obsessed with power, control and wealth and his schizophrenic wife whom he married for power. One want everything, the other doesn't have anything. Both of the characters are equally fucked in the head. How will they last together? (I'm too lazy to write a proper description so go and read the first chapter. English isn't my first language so there will be mistakes. Lots of love :)) TW : This story contains explicit sexual scenes, graphic violence and many more which might be distressing to some readers. Detailed TW list down below : As this story contains - Intense explicit sexual scenes (consensual), inappropriate use of gun, bondage, bdsm, breathe play, graphic violence, torture, gore, bodyhorror, murder, drug abuse, illegal arms supply, animal abuse, sexual harrassment (not by the male lead), ptsd, schizophrenia, mental disorder, suicidal thoughts, child abuse and r#pe, trauma, scenes of captivity. Happy reading~

Shubman Gill, a boy from Fazilka, leads India on the field as Test and ODI captain, carrying the weight of a nation. Y/N Sharma, a girl from Banaras, tells cricket's stories from behind the screen as a Digital Insider. When Y/N is called up for the Indian Men's team, their worlds collide-professional, guarded, and off-record. A captain. A storyteller. And a love written where the cameras don't reach. 💙

The Bloodline Treaty The world thinks they are rivals, but in the dark, they are a single, jagged blade. They've gathered in a nameless warehouse to sign a treaty written in lead. There are no handshakes here only cold stares and the silent understanding that if one falls, the city burns. The true power. She sits on that crate like it's a throne made of ivory. She's the one who controls the money, the ports, and the politicians. If she looks at you, you're blessed; if she looks away, you're already dead. The Architect - V: The "Cleaner." He's the one who makes problems disappear before the police even get the call. He wears a suit like a straightjacket for his inner demon, his expression as cold as the steel tucked into his waistband. He doesn't raise his voice; he just gives the order. The Ghost Hyunjin: The eyes and ears. He's the phantom who intercepted the encrypted codes before the ink even dried. He watches the room through those lenses, calculating exactly how many seconds it would take to turn the lights off and leave everyone gasping in the dark. The Enforcer Jungkook: The "Hound." His tattoos aren't art they're a tally. He's the one who does the dirty work with a grin. He's leaning back, relaxed, because he knows he's the fastest draw in the room. He's waiting for someone to make a wrong move just so he can have some fun. "We don't follow the law. We are the reason the law exists."

When 20-year-old Reyna Vale, a sarcastic party photographer with a fake ID and a habit of disappearing, gets a gig at an exclusive private event, she expects nothing more than drunk rich kids and overpriced vodka. What she doesn't expect is Zayn Cross-a 24-year-old ex-model turned underground fixer who's too rich, too calm, and too terrifying to be real. Everyone knows him. No one really knows him. Rumor says he owns people. Rumor says he gets rid of them too. He asks for one photo. She doesn't give it. Now she's on his radar. And Zayn Cross doesn't chase. He hunts.

Some loves are written in ink; others are etched in scars. ​Satang is the "Ice King" of the literary world-a reclusive novelist whose prose is hauntingly beautiful but whose heart is under lock and key. When his bestselling novel is optioned for a film, he meets Winny, a method actor with a reputation for "becoming" his roles. ​To Winny, the script is a puzzle; to Satang, it's a confession. ​As the cameras roll, the lines between the fictional longing of the characters and the raw, physical hunger between the author and the actor begin to blur. Through late-night script doctoring and "rehearsals" that push every boundary, Winny sets out to break Satang's silence. But in a world of spotlights and red carpets, they realize that the most beautiful stories aren't the ones with a "happily ever after".