Being Slutted Out Novels & Stories

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.

At three months pregnant, I was diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy. My husband, a doctor, was overwhelmed with worry, pulling every string he could to arrange surgery and remove the baby. "As long as you're okay, it doesn’t matter if we don’t have our own child. We can always adopt. I can't lose you, Evelyn!" Heartbroken, I blamed myself for being useless, for failing to carry our child, and for disappointing my husband. But then, I accidentally saw his chat messages with another woman on the phone. "Don’t worry, I already told her she had an ectopic pregnancy." "I’ll have her sign the adoption papers soon, then find a way to bring you into our home." "Asher is my only son. I will make sure he inherits everything I have!" That was when I realized that the husband I loved so deeply had long since built another family behind my back.

When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email. The attachment was a security camera recording. In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her. At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?" Adrian's voice was low. "Of course." "Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world." He had said those exact words to me ten years ago. In that moment, my hand rested on my belly. The baby kicked once. As if reminding me. It was time to wake up.

Book 1 of The Southern Werewolves PackShe hates what she is, but he worships her like the wolf worships the moon. The thing she has been keeping at bay is now clawing its way out. Mira Red spends her entire life dedicated to hunting those who wronged her in the past and makes them pay for the pain they had caused her. Considered as lethal and highly-skilled combine with a high bounty on her head, everyone wants to capture her dead or alive. Cohen Kingsley dedicates his life to hunting rogue werewolves and vampires, but when the Moon Goddess destines Cohen and Mira as fated mates, things change. Dark secrets unveil and the supernatural world isn't what it seems to be.

This book is part 2 of the series this book will talk about betrayal lust jealous and testing friendships to the max when they are on a recuse mission to save the infant pups from a kidnapper, will the power of unity and love of friendship and loyalty stand strong when they have their lives and families to find and defend

In a world where desire can be bottled and sold, Anji discovers the ultimate forbidden tool: the Essence. One drop was all it took to rewrite his identity, turning his ambition into a dangerous game of artificial attraction. As he climbs the corporate ladder using a power he doesn't fully understand, he catches the eye of his cold, untouchable boss. But in a life fueled by a synthetic drug, how can he ever know if his feelings—or the ones he inspires—are real? When the Architect of Desire comes to collect his due, Anji must decide if he is willing to trade his soul for a perfect, fabricated love.

At a family gathering, my fiancée gently wiped her recently returned childhood friend’s mouth with a tissue right in front of me. “Sorry about that. Clairy had always been this thoughtful.” I nodded, then turned to her younger sister. I draped my jacket over her shoulders and fed her the shrimp I had just peeled. “If she was so thoughtful, I could not fall short on courtesy either.”

Heartbroken and traumatized Scarlett Cobbs was reminded of the wedding she was bound to have before her twenty-sixth birthday and her world began to crumble again. Her lover mysteriously disappeared a month ago and now she has to get married to someone she hates and also hide her addiction from the public. A vacation was needed. Somewhere far away from home yet relaxing and sinful. Broke and hardworking Finn Davis wasn't surprised when he heard the moans of a woman in the restroom of his working place. But the surprise came when he opened the male's section and found the woman right there pleasuring herself. What the hell! He thought but all thoughts were lost when she jumped him right there. The craziest encounter became an addiction to both struggling adults.

Daniel Walker had lived by the seashore with his grandparents after Losing his parents in a ghastly motor accident. However, amidst being a bully at school and hating the sight and discussion of gay people... He was saved and rescued through mouth breath by Alec, a merman and prince of the sea on the day he went fishing and got drowned. Prince Alec has given up his throne and loved ones in search of the human he saved and went for human legs exchange. How will Prince Alec survive the conditions the sea gods gave him to either get his first true love kiss within six months or remain his slave forever when the man he loves is a homophobic jerk.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"