6 Book(s) Related to dewey scream

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen).

"Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick.

"I," she gasped,

closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,

"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."

He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.

He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,

"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

I clicked the anonymous link, and my world shattered. There was my perfect fiancé, in a live stream, entangled with the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor—my best friend.
He was the hero who donated his bone marrow to save my life. Now, he was defiling our future marriage bed in the most vile betrayal. I thought this was their twisted idea of a game, until I dug deeper and uncovered the truth: our "fateful" connection three years ago was nothing but a calculated lie.
My savior, my soulmate, the father of my child... it was all a facade. Now, I've vanished into the night, carrying a secret they know nothing about—his child. Their little show was just the beginning.
My revenge? It's just getting started.

After seven sleepless nights, I started seeing the exact probability of someone killing me.
At my birthday banquet, my stepmother smiled warmly, linking her arm through mine. Hovering above her head was 70%.
I had just overheard her plotting to swallow every cent of the inheritance my father left me.
My half-brother leaned in to hand me a drink. Above his head was 55%.
He was planning to sell me to a creep willing to drop seven figures on a woman.
Terrified out of my mind, I threw myself into the arms of my fiancé, Soren.
Above his head was a reassuring 0%, pure and bright as white light.
Then, with the whole room watching, he got down on one knee and pulled out a massive emerald ring.
"Marry me, Greer."
Crying tears of relief, I said yes and offered him my trembling left hand.
But the very second the ring slipped onto my ring finger, his 0% suddenly shattered into a blood-red 100%.

Entrapped by a mob boss's scheme using my brother as bait, I resolved to seduce and swindle Conrad Knight to secure our liberty.


Meredith grew up poor. She’s a hustler but she plays fair. A ruthless mob leader uses her younger brother as bait for their plan. Her mission: to make Conrad Knight fall in love with her so she can take all his money in exchange for their freedom.

She falls in love with Conrad along the way but she doesn’t realize that he is the leader of the mob until the last cent was transferred.

Betrayed by her fated mate and left shattered, June is banished—wolf broken, heart in pieces. But when the ruthless Shadow Alpha Cassian drags her from the darkness, one scorching touch ignites everything.
His massive body pins her to the wall, thick cock grinding against her dripping heat as he growls, “Mine.” Every filthy lick, every possessive thrust chases away her pain, turning agony into raw, screaming pleasure.
Yet her treacherous past is coming—sister and ex hunting her down.
Will Cassian claim her completely, burying himself so deep she forgets every other man… or will the old bond tear her apart mid moans?

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."