All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

I chuckled as Demeter tried to get out of my grasp, only to hear him moan in pain. I uttered the last sentence in a mocking voice and pouted at him in a way that was meant to be insulting. "You witches always forget that you're all mortal. You don't heal from wounds easily. You are neither unnaturally fast nor strong. You're like any human, except that you can light a fire without a match." "Just so you know. I actually hate that I have to kill you, to be completely honest. You're a fantastic musician and have good potential to be a great witch." I grasped his face and examined it closely.

I was in heaven. Louisa shifted her hips, and the friction sent a wave of pleasure through me. "Hank, there's something hard down there pushing into me." This girl… I couldn't tell if she was really that clueless or just pretending. Did she really have to ask? I cleared my throat and tried to sound calm. "That's just my thigh. It's kind of firm. Just tough it out." She actually bought it and sat there as if nothing were wrong. I could even feel myself pressing against a damp patch.

Chapter 13. Friendship with secrets. Adrian's pov. I was in shock after realizing what I had done. I just slapped my lecturer! I couldn't look at him in the eyes, my eyes were fixed on my palm, trying to remember what I was thinking when I raised my hand on him and thinking of how long my failure would be. I have just used my hand to push myself to more hatred.

"I'm disappointed in you." I stare at the floor until he finally leaves, those words still ringing in my ears. Disappointed. The worst thing he could say. When I get back to the locker room, most guys are dressed and ready to go. That's when Marcus shows up, still in his gear, wearing that smug grin I hate. "Hey guys," he says, walking in like he owns the place. "Hell of a game. You should all come celebrate with us. There's this bar down the street that doesn't check IDs too hard."

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

"Dude, we were just looking out for the pack, we wouldn't want a Luna who sleeps with just everyone. Steve tries to reason and I feel a shift coming" Rachel has never slept with anyone. Ever. I said pointedly and they both looked at me confused. "Then why have you been calling her a slut for many years?"Andy asked and I took a deep breath. "Because I'm an asshole," I say and they both frown. "Either way, that girl is just weird, you will be lucky if she rejects you," Steve says and I couldn't help but laugh. What's funny? Andy asked and I went back to the punching bag.

Alpha Roderick was giving the opening speech before the ritual began. "We all know why we are here on this night of a full moon. This is a tradition that has been held for generations. Before the moonlit recognition begins, I would like to pass on the information that tonight is a great night for me as well. Not because I am looking for a mate. My Luna would kill me if I was—." There was so much laughter when he said the last part of his speech sarcastically. His Luna poked him. He gave a false moan.

Roger chuckled, expelling a mocking sigh as his face contorted into an expression of pretend sympathy. "You are such a dupe, sweet little love. You should have noticed how curious it was in the first place. Have you ever wondered how I could get out of the locked closet so fast? It was impossible to break out of it without any help, my pet. That damned old thing was fucking solid."

I suck my teeth loudly. “Dick war later I’m sure it won’t be much of a contest anyway.” They both look at me surprised. I look at the other male.” And no, I wouldn’t like to put it to the test.” He tilts his head, amusement lighting his face. My body heats under his stare despite Damien’s heat clogging the room. “Cool off dude, I don’t feel like melting today.” Real nice blaming my bodily functions on him. Damien’s rolls his shoulders and the steam stops.