Broken Soul Meaning Novels & Stories

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

Anya Sawyer and I have been married for eight years. In that time, she brought 99 men back home. One day, I found myself looking at the 100th young man she had brought home ever since we got married. He shot me a taunting look before turning to Anya. "Ms. Sawyer, is this your useless husband?" Anya leaned into her seat and replied with a lazy yes. The young man patted my cheek with a grin. "Tonight, I'll show you what a proper man is capable of." … That evening, I was forced to sit in the living room and listen to their moans all night long. The next morning, Anya ordered me to prepare breakfast for her as usual. I refused. She seemed to have forgotten our marriage was by contract. That day just so happened to be the third-to-last day of our contract.

*COMPLETED* Lucy Mason is a girl with a dark past to her relationship with Kent Oliver Stone. He was the man who broke her heart. Years passed and they met again but in an intimate situation. Both of them got drunk and even spent one night in her house. For Lucy, she thought everything happened for a reason but it's all just a dream. What if the man she still in love with after ten years was happily married to her best friend Eloisa? Will she still loves him and willing to be his mistress for the sake of her love for him? What if she was willing to let go but found out that she was pregnant with his child? Will she takes the risk? Is loving a married man sin or a curse?

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

A collection of short erotica ranging from one-shots to short stories that will leave you breathless and begging for more. From the girl who seduces her lecturer to the billionaire who bends his innocent new maid over the counter to the off-limits best friend’s brother who whispers filthy things in her ears. Every story is a standalone and straight-up sinful. It explores themes like age-gap, forbidden love, BDSM, dub-con, threesomes, cheating, and every other thing you can think of, so buckle up and get ready for the ride! All characters are 18+

Azelea had it all. Grace, intelligence, a loyal pack, and a husband who was adored as Alpha. But perfection shatters the day she uncovers Alpha Noah’s long-hidden affair. Betrayed and broken, Azelea tries to play the perfect Luna, waiting for an apology that never comes. When Noah’s arrogance turns to cruelty, she makes a bold move: expose him for who he truly is. Just as the pack begins to tremble under tension, the feared and revered Alpha King, Kyren Aerling, arrives. He sees through the cracks in Azelea’s façade—and something deeper stirs between them. When Kyren offers her protection, and a place at his side, Azelea takes the leap. But the King’s court is far from safe. Jealous rivals, power-hungry men, and a shadow from Kyren’s own past threaten everything Azelea begins to rebuild. With enemies circling and old wounds festering, Azelea must decide: will she fight for her new life, or will the past consume her once and for all?

BOOK TWO OF FATED TO MY LYCAN BROTHER The goddess's disdain for me reached its peak at this moment. Slade had slipped away, his breath fading in my arms. But how did he transform into Rafael, the leader of the rogues in the Eclipse Moon Pack? "You reek of blood, I spill," Rafael sneered, his Italian accent oozing with disdain. "Then end me," I murmured, swallowing hard as anxiety coursed through my veins. It wasn't mere proximity or desire that quickened my pulse. No, it was the dangerous gleam in his eyes—a promise of peril and sinful pleasure. "I have other methods," he replied, placing a paper on the table. "I'm rejecting you." "Why?" I stuttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the paper. "I used you, my dear. Your mission is complete. Return to your pack..." ______________ Winter, cast aside once more, fell into the clutches of the Rogue King. Divorced and rejected within a single day, she believed nothing could be worse—until she discovered him with another woman in their shared bed! Seeking answers about the uncanny resemblance between Slade and Rafael and questioning if he genuinely was her destined mate, Winter embarked on a quest for truth. He was Rafael—the deranged King of Rogues— both feared and revered; a forgotten past haunted him. The woman who had plagued his dreams had materialised before him, holding the key to his enigma. Yet, an unexplainable urge to push her away filled him whenever she drew near. Their fragile connection faced turmoil when a jealous ex-lover interfered, leaving Winter suffocating in anguish as she cursed the goddess responsible for her repetitive agony. Rafael, realising too late their destined bond, clung desperately to their fragile union. Would Winter forgive him? And would they uncover the answers they yearned for?

Nyra was born in chains—an omega scorned, beaten, and forgotten by the very pack meant to protect her. Abused. Rejected. Broken. She never expected salvation to come from the most feared creature in the realm: the Lycan King. Aedan is ruthless, dominant, and worshipped by none… yet feared by all. He swore to never take a mate. He swore to never love again. But fate doesn’t care about oaths—and the moment he touches Nyra, the bond snaps into place, wild and undeniable. Their love is forbidden. Their bond is hunted. And the enemies rising against them would kill to break the Moon’s chosen pair. To survive, Nyra must decide: remain the shattered girl she was forced to be… or rise as the queen destined to stand beside her Lycan King. One broken omega. One haunted king. A bond powerful enough to start a war.

"Kiss me back," he demands, crashing his lips on mine while squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples."I... I can't... I already have a mate!" a throaty sound involuntarily escaped from my lips as I uttered.In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy that nearly destroys the Clawson pack, Rhea is forced to take on the mantle of Alpha and revive the struggling pack. When Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, claims that they are fated mates, Rhea is cautiously hopeful, but her lack of a wolf leaves her uncertain.Despite her reservations, Rhea is moved by Kian's offer of assistance to her struggling pack. However, everything takes a dark turn when Rhea discovers that Kian has only married her as part of a scheme to seek revenge against her family.As Kian's cruelty and infidelity become increasingly unbearable, a powerful and enigmatic King Daemon, the Alpha of the Thorn pack breaks into her life, who shows interest in her. Despite her initial reluctance, Rhea feels an undeniable pull towards Daemon, causing her to confront a difficult choice between the security of her pack and the potential for a passionate love.Which will Rhea choose: to follow her heart or her duty?