Ah Yes Reapers Novels & Stories

She came home for the holidays… and walked right straight into hell. Her toxic ex humiliated her in front of everyone and her family pushed her back into his arms like it was a game. Then Xavier stepped in....her ex’s quiet, dangerous uncle. A dominant biker who demands complete obedience. He offered her a deal: Sixty days as his. Sixty days of raw possession. Sixty days of filthy “Yes, Daddy” nights. Sixty days to burn her old life to the ground and in return her wedding with his nephew will be dragged and her sweetest revenge on him will be exacted. But when the lines between revenge and real feelings merge, Nora discovers one truth. Once the Biker Daddy claims you, he never lets go. Forbidden, Filthy and Slutty. How many days would you last??

“You are my husband?” “Yes, Lena.” “And you made me feel like I was a whore!” Tears rolled down her eyes as the reality donned on her. Helena is forced to sign a marriage agreement by her stepmother, who wants nothing but to throw her out of the house, she signs it regardless but doesn’t know who her husband is, she never cared to look at his pictures or know who he was and after four years she still hasn’t met him because he works in another country, that’s all she knows about him. After four years, she works as a secretary to her mean and arrogant boss. Although she hates it as she works with him but what was shocking was when she finds out her mean boss is her husband.

"Ms. Longstaff, are you saying the wedding will proceed as planned, but the bride will be replaced with someone else? Is that correct?" Faced with the staff member's puzzled expression, Heather Longstaff nodded without hesitation. "Yes, the wedding will take place in two weeks as scheduled. I'll deliver the revised materials to you in the next few days." "Understood. Should I inform Mr. Bennett about—" "There's no need!" Heather cut the other person off, her voice sharp with emotion. Noticing the startled look on the staff member's face, she quickly composed herself and explained, "He's busy. All wedding-related matters should come directly to me from now on." This wedding was meant to be her final gift to Mitchell. And like any gift, it had to remain a surprise until the very last moment.

When a ferocious storm tore through our town, Frank Turner risked his life to save me from being swept off our balcony's edge. Grateful, I finally said yes to his relentless marriage proposals. From then on, he treated me like royalty, fussing over every sniffle. To the world, he was the gold standard of devotion. But two years into our marriage, his warmth faded. When crippling stomach pain left me doubled over, he brushed it off, claiming work demanded his night. I went to find him, only to catch him in a steamed-up car with a girl, both stripped bare. My fairy-tale marriage shattered like glass. Turning around, I booked a flight and left the country. Frank tore the city apart looking for me, but it was too late.

She lied to herself. She told herself that her heart was on fire because of 'Pumpkin' Santiago's disabled daughter. Yes, she loved the beautiful damsel but she loved her father far more. But he is a notorious mafia lord, how can she be with such a man? At the end of 365 days, Bianca Forbes and her father were freed from Santiago's clutches. But he had stolen her heart. Santiago Castillo, A Russian Mafia lord and werewolf, shut his heart against Bianca because his wolf liked her. Despite his desire to have her, he let her go because he didn't want to be reminded of his roots. Both parted ways until fate brought them together again. Will they choose love this time or will they allow their sentiments to lead them again?

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”

The night I ran, I left everything behind. My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder. I thought I was escaping. Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like. Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me and that's why I should trust him. He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time. He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both. And the whole time, I'm falling. Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake. But if I've learned anything from the Kings: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most. And the ones who need you? They're the ones who hurt you in the end. Evan knew something. About my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful in the country. Damon knows too. And the only way he'll tell me? Is if I say yes. Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the fire between us. Will the man holding me survive what comes next? And more terrifying: Will I survive loving him?

"This birthday has been absolutely amazing" he said wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin just above my right shoulder. "Bub, we barely just started" I chuckled. "Yeah but just looking at this beautiful view with you is more than enough to make me happy" he stated. I smiled then turned around so I'm facing him. I pulled down our mask since there weren't anyone else around. I gave him a kiss on the lips. "You realize how much I love you, right?" I said. He smiled. "How much do you love me?" he asked cheekily. "If I'm being honest, I love you more than love itself" I started making him smile wide. "I love you more than how much I love the scent of vanilla" I said. "I love you more than how much I love the moon and the stars" I continued. "I love you more than how much I love listening to music" I added. "Lastly, I love you more than I can ever love myself" I confessed. He looked at me lovingly. "Brielle" he said softly. "Yes?" I replied. "Will you marry me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat. "Yes" I said. _ Gabrielle Margareth Rivero is a multi-talented woman. She travels thousands of kilometers away from home to work and achieve her dreams. What she thought was going to be a simple, laid-back and independent life in another country becomes one full with modelling, acting and guesting offers after her name ends up on the news. But then , her plan to stay single for who knows how long ends up in the gutter when she suddenly meets the guy of her dreams; Theodore King, a superstar and billionaire with the visual and charisma of a God and a heart of an angel.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES🔞 "Since the moment I saw you, my wolf has known no other. I am yours, heart and soul. I want you to be my mate, bound to me forever," I smiled. "Is that what you want, too?" "I’ve felt that pull too, even though I'm human," he answered. "I don't care about anything else. I just want to be where you are. Yes, I’ll be your mate, Ethan. A thousand yes for I am yours." "I know we've made love before, but this is different," I continued. "But I just turned eighteen, and my Alpha has awakened. This is a ritual that's performed in a wolf pack, Derek. I need the world to know you're mine, and I need to feel that we’re truly one. Let me seal this bond tonight. Let me mark you as my mate." Derek's other hand reached up, his hands steady as he cupped my face. "I want this, Ethan. I want to belong to you. But I want to feel the whole of you and not just the human body, but the wolf that chose me." He took a breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Shift for me. I want to seal our bond with your wolf. I want to feel the Alpha who claimed me, heart to heart, before we’re finished tonight. Can you do that for me? Can we mate like that?" My breath hitched, a low rumbled growl vibrating in my chest. The wolf beneath my skin was clawing to get out, desperate to acknowledge the human who wasn't afraid of his teeth or his strength. "Anything for you," I rasped, pressing my forehead against Derek’s. "If that's what you want... I’ll show you everything I am."

It was in our bedroom that I first found out about Nathaniel Foster's affair. My anger got the better of me, and I demanded a divorce right away. Nathaniel broke down into tears and claimed it was a drunken mistake. He went down on his knees, begging for my forgiveness. He cried, "I'll jump off this building if we get a divorce!" I relented, and things went on like this for five years. He was the sweetest, gentlest husband ever since that day. It was as if he was trying to pretend that night never happened, like I'd never noticed his infidelity. Everyone told me Nathaniel could throw his life away for me. Then, his mother's 60th birthday came. She blurted, "Where's your son, Nathaniel? I'd like to see him." That stunned me, but then I thought she'd gotten the date wrong. So, I smiled. "Melanie, the delivery date's in two months." Melanie shot me a calm look. She muttered under her breath, "Ah, so you still don't know about the boy." Something squeezed my heart, and my eyes darted to Nathaniel. Nathaniel put his silverware down. "I have a five-year-old son." He spoke as if he'd just listed out his grocery list for next Tuesday.