Bohemian One Stop Novels & Stories

At twenty-one, she found her fated mate. At twenty-five, he rejected her for political power and wealth. Now, two years later, she has rebuilt what little life she has left among humans, studying to become a teacher and returning to her former pack only for the sister she refuses to abandon. But when the Red River Pack falls under Lycan attack, her quiet survival is shattered. The Alpha is killed, her former mate rises in his place, and she is sacrificed over to the Lycans as a spoil of war. The Lycan Prince recognizes her as his mate. For Lycans, the mate bond is sacred, unbreakable, and fatal to deny. For werewolves, second chances are rare but possible. For Lycan royalty, a wolf mat

Avery stood still, stunned. "Is there any available room?” "Hum… We're so sorry to inform you that the rooms have been fully occupied. We would refund your money and compensate you for the inconvenience we caused you." Avery sighed, a frustrated hiss curling out of her mouth. This week had been the most miserable week of her life. Getting cheated on, being walked in on while pleasuring herself, and now, getting sent out of the room she had fully booked. All in one week? “Of course.” She whispered. “This had to be included in the list of terrible things that has happened this week.”

This thought echoed in the back of Bennie’s head, but his fist just wouldn't stop pumping. Dirty images of her riding him like a whore humbled his dick and frustrated balls. He wouldn't even make it home to fuck his wife before work today to take off the edge. Oh well. “You make me so fucking horny! Fucking bitch! Stop this shit!” Bennie roared, but they were both too far gone for him to be coming to his senses now. “You can take it, can you?”

Fabiola beamed at her and glanced at her watch. “Oh,I had better start going home now.My daughter might be missing me already.” “She sounds lovely.”Jasmine cooed. “You’ll get to meet her one of these days.” “I had better start heading home too.” “Where do you stay?”Fabiola asked, curiously. “Off campus.I had wanted to get a dorm inside the school but I applied late for it so they were all occupied but I was able to meet some girls last week,they were all looking for whom to share an apartment with so we could all jointly pay for it.So now,I share an apartment with four girls.”

I was curious to know which website it was. “Here, look. I got hooked up with him through this website. I saw his photo, minus his face and I immediately subscribed. After some days, a lady called me and told me to go to a certain joint in Wangige where we should meet with my tom boy, so I drove there. I met this young man, very handsome, very attractive with charisma. We liked each other instantly. It was a nice bungalow with a lot of secrecy. No one knows you have come in or gone out. But oh! Girl, they are damn expensive! I paid Kshs 50,000 membership, fucked the boy same day until I cried. I swear I will fuck him forever.” Ivy told me.

“What’s the problem that you need someone like Jericho?” I asked Bo. “There’s this new supplier trying to take over the market in Stony Island. He works from the back of a beauty store on East 95th Street,” he said to me and lowered his voice. “Problem is, he comes out to smoke maybe three times a day but he’s always surrounded by his people.” “Send me the details,” I said and Bo blinked a few times. “For real? How much?” he asked me.

The snow had finally started to fall, small, hard crystals of white that stung my face as I walked blindly down Western Avenue. No one would care about a twenty-six-year-old girl with two embryos in her belly and an empty bank account. As I reached the corner of our street, I saw the glowing neon sign of 'The Silver Spoon diner' humming in the distance. It was the only place that had ever consistently given me a roof over my head, even if that roof smelled like oil and old coffee.

It all played in her mind like a broken record on repeat. Diana clenched the glass in her hand. Fine. They wanted a bad girl? She’d show them one. She looked around as her eyes adjusted to the neon lights and pounding bass of Strippers—the loudest, wildest, filthiest club in the city. Half the women weren’t even wearing full outfits. Thongs, fishnets, tiny leather tops, glittery bras. Men lined the stage, throwing bills, drinking, cheering as bodies twisted and bounced. This wasn’t her world.

She said bowing to me. “You have 24 hours to get a plan together or I will end your existence.” I growled before I left the room. The ritual always leaves me hard as a rock, so I headed to my pleasure room to seek a release. The room is nothing but a bed and hundreds of lush pillows. A few sex slaves writhe on the bed ready for my presence. The potion I gave them kept- them in a constant aroused state making it easy to enter any of them I chose. They all resemble my precious Blue Moon Wolf. Stalking towards them, they begin to call to me, begging for me to pleasure them. I dive into the mass of trembling flesh, allowing them to ravage me.

She cried until she dry heaved, then crawled into bed and didn’t sleep. The decision to run came fast.She gave notice at the nursery the next day, packed her Jeep over the following week, and left without telling anyone where she was going.Pine Ridge was far enough, small enough, pretty enough.She found the storefront with the loft above it on her second day perfect location, reasonable rent, exposed brick and big windows.She signed the lease with shaking hands, using every cent of savings for first and last month plus deposits.Moonbloom Botanicals opened six weeks later.The work kept her busy painting, shelving, ordering stock, designing labels. Physical labor dulled the nausea and the memo