Aj Lee Hot Novels & Stories

Michael is the alpha of the Red River pack; his cruelty and contempt towards the woman he is meant to love and protect are vile. Will the woman survive? Can they rebuild the rest of their lives, or will his cruelty forever break their minds, bodies, and souls? Nicole was his chosen mate. She knew and experienced firsthand the depths of his depravity. Young, naive, and innocent, she fell victim to his manipulations, only to be discarded when he had no more use for her. To truly know someone, you have to know where they came from; my name is Layla, they are my parents, and this is our story. It never ceased to amaze me how the moon goddess allowed someone like my father to exist. How could she stand by and let one man ruin so many lives, and yet she constantly challenges the rest of us with so much loss and sorrow? I rose above every obstacle put in my path. I have loved, lost, and suffered at the hands of others, and yet I'm still here. I overcame my struggles tougher, stronger, and more determined to build a better life for my people, pack, and family. And I did; we finally made it. I stare at the people in the room. They came into my life when I needed them the most; they are my family, and I love them all.

I've failed to conceive despite being married for two years. Initially, I think it's because there's something wrong with me. I take various medications and undergo treatment. The night that I want to ask my husband, Sebastian Lockwood, to go for a check at the hospital, a voice appears in my mind. "He's not Sebastian! Sebastian's already been dead for three years!"

Elara lived in fear as a forgotten omega. Her life shattered when Alpha Justin, her fated mate, formally rejected her and left her for dead in a lonely, boring world. But fortunately for Elara, betrayal only gave way for a rare, ancient power within her. Barely alive, Elara was found by Alpha Fenris Stone, the dark, powerful leader of the Shadowood Pack. Under his watchful eye, her wounds healed, and a threatening power tied to the Moon Goddess exploded. Elara is reborn, transforming into the prophesied Queen Luna.  Now, she must return to confront the Alpha who wronged her, reclaim her destiny, and embrace the fierce love of the warrior who saw her true strength.

"Just let me hold you for a while, please," he said after setting me back down. This time, he laid me in the middle of the bed before sliding in next to me. "What if this was really me? Not a dream version of Lucy but the real thing?" I asked. He reached his hand across to me, pulling my hair behind my ear before pulling me closer to his body. "Well, in real life, you probably would have slapped me for doing this," he said, making us both laugh. Little did he know. After I witnessed my mom's murder, I fled my pack to search for a freedom I knew may never exist. I dreaded the day I would turn 18 as I never wanted a mate bond after the horror I had lived through. After years of being sold as a slave, I found myself belonging to a new pack once again. And then, I turned 18. I found not just one but two mates along with untapped power that I have no idea how to manage. ***TRIGGER WARNING - SA AND PHYSICAL ABUSE MENTIONED THROUGHOUT STORY***

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

One bitter breakup, one nasty, impulsive decision, a few hours in a secret club, and a mystery lover is all it takes for Tamara Yevgeniy's life to go to shit. — Bold and sassy Tamara Yevgeniy is plagued by a severe cramping for the longest time now, and is evading the doctors. It would be fine if it was just the cramps bothering her, but her boyfriend of three years, Viktor Kozlov is not being understanding of her situation and is demanding for his rights in bed. And when Viktor moves on with a new girl, she's left heartbroken. In the heat of the moment and heartbreak, Tamara stops at a secret club for a night of drinks and fun to escape her misery. Thick, velvet curtains, no names exchanged, no consequences. Until he walks in. Sergei Sidorov. The most dangerous crime lord in the city. Tamara knows she should walk away. Sergei is dangerous and would bring her nothing but trouble. But within these club walls, he's hers even if it's just for a fleeting moment. Hers to touch. Hers to taste. And hers to love. But nothing is ever that easy. And when Tamara finds out she's pregnant for him one month later, she's faced with an impossible choice. Reveal her identity to Sergei and get destroyed? Or run away, like she should have done in the first place, and take the secret to her grave?

For years, Vampires and Werewolves has coexisted peacefully, despite both supernatural species naturally and genetically designed to hate each other. When Seline Atwood's pack is attacked on a cold winter night, she is embittered and confused. Driven by a thirst for revenge, she decides to devote her entire life to training in order to bring down Ferrara DeMarco, the much-dreaded vampire king who's responsible for her grief. The plan is simple. Seduce and stake him to death. But when she gets to know Ferrara for who he really is — a caring, loving and yet, lonely king — and not the monster he's been painted out to be, she falls in love with him. Is there a chance that he wasn't the one responsible for the attack on her pack? Most importantly, is there a chance that their love could sail through the storms of complications and enemies on it's path?

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.

"I give you five billion, give birth to the child for me." Said a man with a sharp gaze. "Do you think with that much money you can make me give birth to your child?" she asked with a challenging look. "Don't dreame, Sir! I'm not carrying your child!" replied Nara in a firmer voice. After the accidental meeting, Nara tried hard to break away from Zack. Nara didn't want her life to be shackled by a man she didn't expect at all. Nara left pregnant, without Zack's knowledge. So, did Zack just let Nara go? Even though he was very sure that she was pregnant with his future child.

Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.