360jeezy #waves Novels & Stories

BOOK ONE ~ I was born Vanessa Montgomery. But to be honest, I have always hated that name. ~ In a small fantasy world where loving your fellow gender is a crime that can get you arrested or worse, killed, Vanessa is asked to choose between going to jail or going to a home for 'getting better' and she might be a little bitch but she knew she would not survive a day in prison so getting better it was. Except if she knew what she was getting herself into, she would have gladly ran to prison and kissed the prison guard personally. In a place where each individuals name is changed into flavours that match their personality and are drawn to one another like magnets. Would she

Ariana, the rebellious daughter of a CEO, is trapped in a loveless arranged marriage with Robert Stone, Chicago's youngest billionaire. In the past, she secretly loved Robert, even though she knew he was in love with her sister, Flora. After Flora’s mysterious death, Robert is forced to marry Ariana, and their union was a miserable one. They had issues, and Ariana lost their unborn child. Robert became repentant and wants to make their marriage work but Ariana has lost interest. A certain doctor may have caught her eye. ••• I moaned loudly as he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast in his palm. I felt like an electric shot had gone through my body, sending tidal waves of pleasure to

In the tenth year I stayed in this world, I found out my husband, who used to say he loved me more than his life, was unfaithful. He cheated with my so-called sister, the one who took my place growing up. For her, my parents called me cold, and he called me selfish. Somewhere along the way, everyone forgot that I had only stayed to save this world. I used my own lifespan and life force to keep the world from falling apart. Ten years passed, and the world got used to it. Even the people who once treated me like a goddess started saying I was petty, that I didn't see the bigger picture. In the end, not a single person stood on my side. So I chose to let it all go and go home. The mom

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out.

When the Lycan King, Alexander, proclaimed his retirement, his son's were in race to sit on the throne. They need to become as great as him and the first step to that is to find their mates. ~ • ~ ** ~ • ~ Living in a mountain village while being stuck in poverty, Meyan doesn't felt like living. She's just going along the waves, full of uncertainty. In fact, she doesn't even know and understand herself. She is hoping that one day she will find her true purpose. When she accidentally killed the villagers, she thought that she's done for. She thought that she died that night too but she found herself in a bizarre place and looking people. She finds out th

The Dennis Family is one of the most prestigious political families the world has ever witnessed, with the pride and fortune of a thousand generations, riches beyond comprehension, and a high-class reputation. Their most prized possession is their youngest daughter, Olivia. What the world fails to know about the family is that they come from a lineage of powerful witches and black magic. To the outside world, they are saints. To Olivia, who sees them for who they are, they are vile and sinister. She can’t stand the hypocrisy of her ego-driven and bloodthirsty family who only knows how to put a saint image out to the public, and she seeks freedom. She would rather not be the puppet daughte

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still hav

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in

Cassandra Raeburn has reincarnate She might have been Dark Moon Pack's Luna in her previous life, but she was looked down upon and treated with utter contempt. Despite enduring it all for six years, Thaddeus Fallon remained cold and heartless toward her, even ordering her to leave the pack when his first love woke up from a coma. Furious, Cassandra sought out the woman her mate was so enamored with, only to be attacked by a group of wolves on her way home. Just like that, waves of regret and anger washed over her as she met a brutal end in a dark, secluded corner... When Cassandra opened her eyes again, she was shocked to discover she had reincarnated. This time, however, n

I attend Don Vittorio Moretti's celebration banquet in a white evening gown that once belonged to his late wife. But his seven-year-old daughter, Sofia Moretti, shoves me into the sea. As I plunge into the water, my ankle gets slashed by a jagged iron piling. The scent of blood instantly draws a frenzy of sharks. Above me, Sofia stands on the dock, clapping and laughing. The cruelty in her eyes is identical to the way Vittorio looks at me. Sofia points at me and screams, "Do you really think wearing my Mamma's dress makes you worthy of becoming the Donna of the Moretti family? "You're nothing but my Papa's mistress. If I tell him to throw you out, he'll do it." I thrash against the fr