What Stucky Fanfics Pair Denial Is A River Lyrics With Themes Of Regret And Reconciliation?

Who was I to resist the temptation of a star hockey captain who wanted my body… and my cooking? For two years, I was Marco Marten’s secret lover. A midnight craving he satisfied behind locked doors. I gave him every piece of my soul in the dark, while he gave me nothing but his silence in the light. While he was still warm from my bed, he was busy planning the wedding of the century with the woman who had already stolen my past. To him, I was just a reasonable convenience. To me, he was my entire world. But I am done being the shadow. "We’re done, Marco. I’m getting married, too." His grip tightened on my wrist, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, suffocating possessiveness. "You? Married? Who allowed it?" He thinks he can keep me as his secret while he stands at the altar with her. He’s wrong.

Aubrey longed for just one night of pleasure with the Alphas son in bid to get him out of her system and what better day could it be to do so than the night before his wedding? Especially if he was the one that had initiated it. What was meant to be a night of secret pleasure turns into a scandal and ruins Aiden's wedding hereby causing his Coronation to be held on a standstill, to Aiden's dismay. Her claim of having a night with him as the pictures indicated angered him and, fueled with anger Aiden disgraced and slutshames her. In shame and unknowingly pregnant, Audrey is forced to flee her home and leave her life behind. Years later, a knock interrupts the usual banter of her children, only to discover that her presence is needed to cure the land of the pandemic threatening clear the existence of werewolves. Aubrey, now a famous and renowned doctor and married to Hayden, the man that had held her today when she felt like she had no one. They are a little bit too late as she had moved on and wasn't about to let go of the only thing that had kept her normal over the years. The brothers who once betrayed her in their different ways now find themselves at odds - one seeking her forgiveness, and the other hoping to use her for his ends but amidst their differences both of them share a common goal, getting her back by all means. A choice must be made, The Angel, Devil, or the man that had been there for her at her weakest, or why not all? Audrey must decide whether she can let go of the past before it affects everything and everyone around her.

I’d been in love with Cassian Cross—my brother’s best friend, the one and only mafia boss in the NYC—for as long as I could remember. On the night of my twentieth birthday, my brother promised me a surprise. I didn’t expect that surprise to be a very drunk, very kissable Cassian. One reckless night. One baby boy. Cassian agreed to marry me after giving birth. But the day I gave birth to Leo, Cassian said nothing. He just packed up and vanished to France for nearly five years. Then he returned with Alessia. His first love. And when she saw Leo and me, she ran away and disappeared. After that, Cassian never left my side. Like he was trying to be the man I needed all along, that we were finally going to have our chance. But fairytales are lies wrapped in pretty paper. On Leo’s sixth birthday, we were driving to dinner. The brakes failed. The car spun onto the highway, flames licking at the engine. Cassian got out. And then he locked the door. “If it weren’t for you, Alessia would still be by my side. Now? It’s your turn to suffer.” It wasn’t until that moment I understood—Cassian had never loved me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my twenties birthday. Cassian was in my bed, exactly where I’d left him in the past. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. And on my way out, I made the call I should’ve made the first time. To Alessia.

Kai Tanaka had one weakness Alex Kim. He killed it the moment his presentation went sideways humiliation has a way of curing crushes fast. Now he's a prime omega with options, and he's picking one. Feelings? Dead. Plan? Simple. Then Alex comes home, Seven years. One look. And every lie Kai told himself collapses. This new Alex doesn't apologize. Doesn't soften. He walked back in carrying the Chen family's name like a weapon and he's pointing it straight at Kai. The hunger in his eyes isn't new. He just stopped hiding it. Kai ran from this man for years. Alex let him. That's done now. Seven years ago he pushed Kai and called it an accident. Kai believed him. Kai was stupid. Alex is here to collect what's always been his and to claim what belongs to him alone, he doesn't care how loud Kai says no. ⚠️Dark MM Omegaverse, explicit sexual content

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.