Uncle Nick

“Watch your mouth Princess or I’m going to have to put it to work” I say huskily while pressing against her. I can feel her shivering but its obvious by the look in her face she is not going to let me know she is enjoying this. “In your dreams asshole, now let go of me” she says trying to push me away but I’m stronger. “That’s not what your body is telling me, I can smell your arousal” I groan as I smell her sweet scent that makes my wolf push forward, but I quickly push him back. Nick is one of the hottest more desirable Men at Royal Moon High School. Every female wants a piece of him, and he is more than willing to make their dirtiest dreams come true. But what happens when one female catches his attention because she is the only one that doesn’t go crazy for him. Would he be willing to betray his best friend and the only rule he has? Would she accept him and his playboy ways?

Bullying Arianna Peters for years, Nicholas Rodriguez ignores his feelings for her until he finds out she is his mate. They are done with high school and Arianna knows nothing about him, including the fact that he is a werewolf. Afraid of losing her as his second chance mate just like he lost his first mate, he confesses his feelings for her on their graduation night. Nick is rejected and slapped but he is not willing to let Arianna go off to England without marking her. Will Arianna forgive him and accept to be his girlfriend? How long can Nick go to make sure he gets her forgiveness? Is he going to take the rejection the hard way and find a replacement before the next full moon when he will be crowned the Alpha Prince? What will happen when Arianna finds out who he truly is?

"I've loved you for a long time, Uncle." ~ Clara Rusadi. "No way, Clara, you have high taste but sorry, you're not my type!" said Joe Sebastian cruelly. ~~~~~~•••••~~~~~~ Clara, a 17-year-old girl, is just in the 3rd year of high school. She was forced to confess her love to a man 18 years older than her. Yes, because only Joe Sebastian could make her enchanted and fall in love. However, the man rejected Clara's love, because he only saw her as a younger sister. Joe understood Clara's stubborn nature very well. He was forced to reject her cruelly. What will Clara do? Will he give up? Or is she still struggling to fight for her love for Joe? ===

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

It was an adult site which brought us together. We chatted for a week and finally decided on three nights. Three nights of pleasure — and after that, no contact with each other. But by the third night, I got too addicted to him. To the one, whose name I still don’t know. He was my Mr. Stranger. My match. Even though we decided on three nights, and they were over, I wanted more. But the thing that shocked me was the website that connected us vanished the day after our third night. It’s been two years now, and I’m still unable to forget those three nights. Still looking for him. And then… I found him. The man I gave my body to the one who ruined me so sweetly is now sitting across the table at a family dinner. My Mr. Stranger Now My step-uncle. Was it just a coincidence, or a well-planned event? And how did that website get deleted right after that day? Will I really be able to stay away from the only man I craved for two entire years? Was I the only one feeling this way, or was he no different from me? Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Whatever it was, I was in a deep mess with no way out . warning : this is steamy story.

For eight years, I stayed by John Harlem's side, even without a title. I was there when he recovered and rose from his wheelchair, and I was there when he clawed his way out of depression. I thought that one day, if I endured long enough, he would see my sincerity and affection for him. And we might end up together. But when his first love returned to the country, all my hopes turned into delusions. He told me to put away feelings I should never have had and remain by his side as nothing more than his "sister". For her, he deceived me, humiliated me, and pushed me away. What he never knew was that in helping him heal, I had absorbed far too much of his darkness. The very day he stopped taking his medication, I was diagnosed with severe depression. In order to save myself, I chose to let him go… and married his uncle instead. But at my wedding, he set aside his pride and dignity, dropped to his knees before everyone, and begged me for nothing more than a single glance.