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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)

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Twenty years after Earth’s total destruction, a group of human women are struggling to survive on their failing space station. Their only hope is being rescued by the Venkorians, but at what price…

Zoey is scared and confused while she sits for days in a cage in a Venkorian holding center. Finally, a giant alien man shows up. She can’t understand a word he’s saying, but she’s grateful to no longer be in a kennel. Where is he taking her and what does he expect from her? Her anxiety grows as she learns her true fate. Trust and acceptance are the hardest lessons she’ll ever learn.

Yozef gets to the warehouse as soon as he can to pick up his new pet. He’s heard the rumors. Human females are far more intelligent than expected. That doesn’t change the fact that she will need to be restrained most of the time for her own safety. As the bond grows between them, Yozef realizes he will do anything for his Little pet—even if that means angering her to ensure she is always protected.

Only travel to Venkoria if you’re prepared to embark on a journey of deeply intimate relationships between demanding Daddy Doms and the humans they are destined to command.

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PROLOGUE

“Zoey!” a booming voice bellows.

I glance up to see Rava looking at me with wide eyes. Lyra is next to her. Their gazes rise above my head, jaws dropping.

I don’t need to look over my shoulder to know what they’re seeing. My skin tingles with awareness. The black-dressed Venkorian guards. They’re coming for me.

Am I shocked? No. Eventually, the Venkorians are coming for all of us on this space station. So far, they’ve been taking us a few at a time. We have no idea where or how far away. We don’t know if we’re being relocated to another spaceship or a planet.

My friends and I are vastly ill-informed.

Headmistress Helena is the only one of us who wears a device that allows her to understand these giant alien men, but even she is told very little.

As far as I can tell, the Venkorian guards mostly grunt and scowl. It keeps all of us on edge.

It’s not like we have any other options. We can’t turn them down or deny them. For one thing, our space station is failing. It can’t sustain us for much longer. We’re running out of resources. For another thing, we’re all women, most of us in our early twenties. We don’t have any way to defend ourselves. We are not trained in combat or defense.

We’ve been living on this space station for over twenty years. The majority of us don’t remember Earth—the planet we came from. We were sent here in the late stages of Earth’s total destruction. The intention was for humanity to survive through us. Female infants who would one day be inseminated. But, tragically, the sperm specimens were destroyed.

We’re lucky. Someone found us. These aliens appear to have the same characteristics as humans. The only visible difference is their enormous size. That should be a relief. We should be grateful. What if we’d been discovered by something resembling the blue or green aliens of fictitious lore? That would have scared us to death.

However, for some reason, I’m not comforted by these giants. None of us are. They don’t give me warm-and-fuzzy vibes.

Apparently, my number is up. I’ve been chosen. Resistance will accomplish nothing. I’ve watched some of my friends fight and scream as they were carried away. It did them no good.

Standing from where I’ve been picking potatoes in the dirt, I wipe my hands on my dress and turn to face my fate. “I’m Zoey.”

ONE

I wake to the sound of screaming and blink my eyes open. My head is pounding, and I’m nauseous. This isn’t surprising since the last thing I remember before passing out is being injected. That was in the space station’s medical bay.

Where am I now?

With my hands clasping my temples, I turn my head toward the noise. I recognize the voice. It belongs to Rava. Apparently, she was also forcibly removed from the space station.

Bile rises into my throat as I take in my surroundings. I’m in a cage like the kind zoo animals would be kept in. Lions. Tigers. Bears. The room is huge and filled with iron boxes like mine. They hang from the ceiling. We’re suspended above the ground.

I’m freezing, and I need to pee. I’m also shivering, perhaps from the cold, but also from dehydration and hunger. My body feels heavy. It’s too much effort to lift my head off the metal base of my cage. How long have I been here? More importantly, how long has it been since I was taken from the space station?

From the other side of the room, male voices speaking a language I don’t understand make my skin crawl. I watch in horror as two huge men open the cage Rava is in. They grab her biceps and carry her, kicking and wailing, from the room.

I’m suffering from extreme nausea. It’s hard to see well from this distance, but I think Rava is covered in vomit and urine. I can smell both. It’s making me feel worse.

With my nose pinched, I try to breathe through my mouth, irrationally grateful when I can no longer hear Rava’s protests.

She’s stronger than me. More defiant. I don’t have it in me to be that obstinate. Sure, I’m scared, but shouting at my captors doesn’t seem to be the best course of action.

A whimper draws my attention to another cage. Lyra. Darn. How many of us were transported at the same time? I push to sitting. Why is it still so hard to hold my head up? I’m straining to see my friend. She, too, is in a cage hanging from the ceiling in another part of the room. She looks about the same as I feel.

I want to call out to her, but the thought of doing so makes me afraid I’ll hurl. I need to get my stomach under control before I attempt to talk.

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Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.booksnovels.com/space-daddy-and-a-boy-called-twink-read-online-devon-mccormack Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:11:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/space-daddy-and-a-boy-called-twink-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Authors: Devon McCormack Advertisement

Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)

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A SPICY MM MONSTER ROMANCE

He's got that out-of-this-world, alien baggage.

TWINK

Until recently, I figured I was a pretty average twink whose biggest problems were being a terrible barista and having a cheater jerk for an ex.

Enter hulky, sexy, oh-so-scruffy Daddy.

He's quirky and calls me Twink like that's my name.

That should have been a clue something was off, but I guess my friends are right about my broken picker because turns out, he's not even human. He's a parasitic, shapeshifting, tentacled alien from another planet.

If that's not bad enough, he's got baggage. Out-of-this-world, alien baggage.

He crash-landed on Earth after escaping his ex, Sheila, a Vorcon—whatever that is—who used him for breeding drones.

This should be more than enough drama to keep me away, but despite a brief alien abduction, he's actually really thoughtful, kind...and even the whole tentacle thing seems pretty hot.

But my new sexy extraterrestrial Daddy has a mission to get back to, and unfortunately for both of us, Sheila isn't exactly out of the picture...

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1

DADDY

“Come on,” I said in my Furker tongue while playing with the findoneum vines, which had dislodged during my crash landing.

I’d taken stock of the many damages my ship, the Kaylog, had endured when it had unexpectedly routed off-course and thrust me into the atmosphere of a small blue dot of a planet, hurtling me toward its surface. I’d already discovered my hyperblemic crystal, a necessary component for the Kaylog, had a substantial fracture, too large for me to easily repair using the tools on my ship.

I feared the worst. That I crash-landed on some desolate planet, perhaps made mostly of ice or dirt. Some uninhabitable part of space where I would certainly die. Fortunately, as I realigned the findoneum vines, they began growing back into place, and diagnostics kicked back on, syncing with my arm cuff.

The data and stats about the atmosphere of this new place appeared before me, as if projected against the wall, though this was simply being broadcasted to my brain in a way that my visual cortex could process. To my relief, the information provided assured me the atmosphere outside was something a Furker could adapt to.

I enjoyed a moment of relief before cursing my mate—ex-mate, now—knowing she was responsible for tampering with my ship, surely hoping that I would perish because I dared abandon her. Regardless of what she intended, death would have been a reprieve from captivity under her control.

Using my tentacles, I struggled to pull myself to my feet, as my ship now rested at an angle. As I scanned the interior, it was apparent the Kaylog would be able to fix itself somewhat, though it would need time to recover from the incident, which would happen faster without my being aboard.

Still disoriented, I headed out to the main compartment and opened the hatch, discovering a dark world outside. Cautiously, I peered out to see where I had landed, surprised to find structures that seemed a product of design rather than some natural cause—architecture with clear, defined lines and shapes. In a vast universe of chaos, I wondered what the odds were that I would land among a world of creatures sophisticated enough to build such structures. Though this was not something I could spend much time dwelling on as I emerged from my ship, allowing my body to adapt to the atmosphere.

My vision rapidly adjusted to permit me to assess the path where I stood between two of these large structures, one of which had something scrawled along the side, which appeared as such:

SUCK MY DICK, MOTHERFUCKERS

I fidgeted with my arm cuff to see the state of my translating device, though the Kaylog informed me this was being reset with the rest of the ship. However, I was relieved to find that the data was being input so that, when it was back online, I could use it to navigate the language of the species.

I continued surveying my surroundings. Lights emanating from spots along the walls of the structures around me illuminated the paved path I now stood on, and farther down, there was another, larger path created between even more of these structures. Furkers had similar such paths, and on this planet, I would later come to learn these were known as “alleys” and “streets,” and the structures were called “buildings.”

A sound caught my attention, and I promptly went to investigate. My instincts urged me to hide, so I found safety in the shadows cast by the lights illuminating the streets.

From the side of one of the buildings, a creature walked by on all its extremities. With short hair and pointed ears, it stopped and turned to me, hissing before scurrying off. Could this small species, maybe a hundred times smaller than myself, be responsible for these buildings and streets?

I didn’t have much time to consider this before three new creatures walked along the street. These were what I would come to know later in my investigation of this planet as Homo sapiens or “humans.”

Though not the strangest of creatures I have observed in my travels, it was interesting to note that, like the species I had first observed, they had four extremities, yet unlike the hissing creature, they chose to only use two of them to walk, similarly to Furkers. It seemed they used their two other limbs to hold an electronic device in one, while manipulating it with the other.

It was this device that led me to hypothesize that this was the species responsible for the architecture, though I was willing to consider other possibilities if new evidence came to light. Despite the many advantages of our species, I have always been prone to cognitive biases that have led me astray on more than one occasion. This was not a feature of Furkers, but a personal genetic defect I have constantly worked to overcome, and which will color much of what I report.

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Owning His Pet – A Dark Sci-Fi Romance Read Online Loki Renard http://www.booksnovels.com/owning-his-pet-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:03:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/owning-his-pet-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Drama, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Advertisement

Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)

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She’s not just my property. She’s my pet.

Mara ran from me again today.
I caught her, of course. Now it’s time to teach her what happens to naughty girls.
But I’m not just going to pin my feisty little human to the wall and take what’s mine much more brutally than usual.

I’m going to put her on display wearing only a leash and collar and watch the ar*usal drip down her bare th!ghs as I show her the tail I’ll be adding to her outfit once I’ve spanked her a$$ red.
Then I’m going to breed her so h@rd she forgets all about being anything other than my little pet.

Publisher’s Note: Owning His Pet is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Mara

“You’re human. You’re small. You’re weak. You’re wet. And you’re a very long way from home. You will serve me as my pet, and I will look after you as your master.”

The creature saying this to me is right about a lot of things. Compared to his towering alien frame, I am small. Given his massive muscular strength and the fact that he can easily hold me up scruffed with one hand, he is stronger than me too. I am wet because I almost drowned. It is also true that I am a lightyear away from where I started.

But I am not going to be his pet.

I could tell him that, but pictures are worth a thousand words, and actions are worth, like, a million.

I snap my teeth at his wrist. I catch blue scales and thick hide in my mouth. Neither one feels particularly bad, but they don’t yield beneath my bite. It’s like trying to chew through animal hide.

“One hundred percent attack, zero damage,” he laughs at me. “This is how you repay me for my kindness?”

“It’s not kindness if you’re trying to steal me from myself,” I argue.

Other aliens laugh on their way past. To them, I am already an alien’s pet. They come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and general limb and sensory configurations. There is an alien with its eyes on the outsides of its t-shaped head like a shark, and there is a sentient purple ball rolling around on its billion tentacles. Neither one of those could ever be considered pets. But as a human, I am free game in this part of the universe.

Nothing has gone right since I landed on this gods-forsaken station.

* * *

An hour ago…

My ship is sinking. This shouldn’t be happening because it’s a spaceship and I am docked on a remote station, but somehow I’m going to die like an old-timey pirate, except I’m being flooded by my own ship rather than by the ocean.

Water is flooding in through the lower compartment, which is particularly bad because the lower compartment is where the exit is, and the exit won’t open because it doesn’t like being underwater.

My father used to tell me if I tried to become a pirate I’d get scurvy, or end up with a parrot, both of which seemed like terrible fates to him. Even his paternal panic could never have conjured this.

“I’m not interested in being rescued,” I tell myself over and over. “I don’t need to be saved. I can do this myself. I can get out of it myself. I’m the rescuer. I don’t need help.”

Fuck me. I am going to die trapped in my own ship because of a series of design errors, which just feels like a real kick in the metaphorical testicles. I thought I’d die doing something cool, not becoming the victim of my own vessel.

“Clive!” I shout out to the ship’s automated brain. “Let me out!”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere there’s oxygen and not water.”

Clive hums to himself for a moment. I used to find that sound endearing. It was installed because otherwise he’d just go silent and I wouldn’t know if he was still online and calculating things, or if he’d stopped processing things entirely and just turned himself off. The latter happened at least a dozen times before I downloaded the humming DLC.

“Clive, I’ve got about five minutes before I drown,” I say desperately.

“Oh, no,” Clive says. “That is not accurate at all.”

“No?”

“You have three minutes and twenty-three seconds before you drown.”

“Okay. I need you to open the door at the bottom of the hull so that the water drains out.”

“I can’t do that. It’s sealed.”

“I know, but can’t you find some way around it?”

“It’s sealed,” Clive repeats.

“Fine. Then open the emergency hatch. Open anything that will get me out, or help the water to drain. I’m going to fucking die if you don’t!”

“There once was a ship who put to sea, and the name of the ship was a Billy of Tea…” Clive hums as he goes about pretending to try to help me.

This is it.

My last experience in this life is going to be arguing with a disinterested robot. I didn’t get to do anything I wanted to do. I didn’t get to steal a policeman’s hat. I didn’t get to see the library in the Horsehead Nebula. I never attended a single brawl-for-all-fight club for aliens who punch good, or drank absinthe, or even had a cigarette. To be fair, I never wanted a cigarette, but the fact I’ve never had one is suddenly very important for reasons psychologists might one day be able to explain to me.

I guess it just seems messed up that I haven’t had the chance to ruin my health myself, the traditional human way, and it looks like I’ll never get the chance to.

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Their Little Anzerine – Eleadian Mates Read Online Paige Michaels http://www.booksnovels.com/their-little-anzerine-eleadian-mates-read-online-paige-michaels Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:44:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/their-little-anzerine-eleadian-mates-read-online-paige-michaels Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Authors: Paige Michaels Advertisement

Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)

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It’s Mercy’s turn to find out what it means to have Papis of her own.

After living most of her life sequestered away, berated, and mistreated, Mercy finds herself in an arranged marriage that reeks of disaster. Is it too late to become a runaway bride?

Skarg and Kafran, two friends who arrived at Club Zoom together, aren’t surprised to find themselves scenting the same mate. They are shocked, however, to find her sitting in Zack’s office wearing a gaudy wedding dress.

Years of verbal abuse have caused Mercy to have severe body-image issues. It’s difficult for her to trust that no one on Eleadia will treat her so disrespectfully. If she can just find a way to be brave, she’ll discover the rest of her life will be filled with happiness.

Prepare to travel through the stars only if you’re brave enough to learn about oversized Papis and survive their very intimate care

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Chapter One

Mercy

“Let her in!”

“Yes, let her in!”

I’m stunned as about a dozen women surround me. I’ve been running so hard I’m out of breath. I don’t think I can continue, and maybe I won’t have to.

“John!” someone shouts. “Seriously. You have to let her in!”

I tip my head back to look at the sign above the entrance to the building.

Club Zoom.

Holy shit. I’m in front of Club Zoom?

“Hurry!” another woman squeals. “John! Have a heart.”

The women have completely swarmed around me, concealing me from the view of anyone nearby. They crowd in closer, pushing me. Bless them. There is some good left in humanity after all.

I assume John is the giant man blocking the entrance to the club, and he suddenly steps aside before taking my hand and helping me through the doorway.

As soon as I’m inside, he hurries me into a room, out of sight of anyone passing by on the street.

I take deep breaths. “Thank…you.” I’m panting from exertion.

John stands in front of me, rubbing his chin. His brow is furrowed in concern. “Runaway bride?”

I smirk. “How can you tell?” I pluck at the front of my wedding dress. It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I feel like a beluga whale in it.

John glances at his watch. “It’s ten at night. Who gets married this late at night?”

I wince. “The wedding was at five,” I mutter.

“You’ve been running since before five?”

Swallowing hard, I shake my head.

John hesitates, then groans, and runs a hand down the front of his face. “Please tell me you aren’t married. I can’t let you into the club if you’re married.” He glances behind him.

When I follow his line of sight, I realize we’re not alone in this room. There are six other women in here. All of them are sitting around tables staring at me. On closer inspection, I notice they’re each holding a pen, filling out forms. Waivers.

I’ve heard about this club. Everyone has. No one can get in without signing a waiver indicating they realize the risk associated with entering. The risk being that they might get selected by one of the aliens and taken from the planet.

If only I could be that lucky. That’s not likely. I glance down at myself and cringe. I’m not a small woman by any stretch of the imagination, and this dress makes me look even more ridiculous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” John continues.

“Please,” I beg him as I lift my gaze. “If I could just stay for a while so I can think about what to do next. I promise I won’t move from this spot. He can’t get in here, right?”

John’s entire face scrunches up. “Your husband, you mean? A man you married just a few hours ago?”

I cringe at the title. Husband… That asshole can fuck himself for all I care. What he’s not going to do is fuck me. Ever. I just need to figure out how to get out of this mess.

A door opens across the room, and another man enters. He’s tall. About six and a half feet, but I don’t think he’s Eleadian. I’ve heard they’re all over seven feet.

His brow is pinched the same way John’s is. “What’s going on?” He looks me up and down.

John steps to the side and looks at the other man. “Got a runaway bride. The women in line out front surrounded her in some sort of female solidarity. They insisted I let her bypass the line so she could get inside.”

The man rolls his eyes and looks directly at me. “Were you being chased?”

I lick my lips. “Yes. I don’t know how close behind me he was, because I had a head start, but hopefully he passed right by the club when he didn’t see me out front.”

The new man nods to one side of the room. “Come into my office.”

Relieved, I follow him. It’s not easy. I have to gather up the layers of tulle to keep from tripping. The dress was almost too long even with the stupid heels I’d been wearing, but I ditched those ugly shoes before I jumped out of the limo at a stop light. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run in them, but now the fluffy tulle hangs past my feet, dragging. I’ll be lucky if I don’t trip and break my neck. Or maybe that would be the perfect end to my day.

“What’s your name?” the man asks as he pulls out a chair across from what I assume is his desk.

“Mercy.”

“I’m Zack, the manager of Club Zoom.” He pushes a folder across the desk toward me. “First things first. You really must sign the waiver if you’re going to be inside the club.”

“I promise I won’t enter the main club.”

He shakes his head. “Trust me. It doesn’t matter. The fact that you’re inside this building at all is enough to make me nervous.”

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