Call Me By Your Name Plot Novels & Stories

Miles Wright's first love, Faith Green, announces that she's leaving the country on the day he's supposed to marry me. She claims he'll never see her again. He ignores her and continues with our wedding. Even later, when the plane crashes and leaves Faith's body mangled and broken, he merely says coldly, "It was written in her fate." Miles only reveals his true colors after he uses me to become Wright Group's CEO. He moves into a monastery under the guise of wanting to repent for his sins. He has a rosary with him at all times and turns into a man renowned in the city for his piousness and kindness. Meanwhile, he forces me to kneel before Faith's gravestone every night. He also makes me pray and chant for her in atonement. I climb up a long staircase every day so I can pray for her well-being. Finally, I'm tormented to the point of miscarriage, and I die on a snowy winter night. Fortunately, the heavens were kind enough to bring me back to my wedding day. This time, I'm not making the same mistake. If Miles, an illegitimate son, thinks he can use me as a stepping stone, he's wrong! He's not worthy of that!

I thought mates were meant to love you. I thought they were meant to cherish you, so why was mine so different? Why was he such a coward that he rejected me without a beat when his father asked him to? What of the night we had spent? My life had always been trash, so when I was banished, it was no surprise no one spoke for me, but what they didn't know was I would be back five years later with a prophecy to tell, and my baby alpha, to claim his rightful position as heir. But what happens when things doesn't go as planned, and the prophecy itself was the one she was going to hate?

Before being sold to a 60-year-old man by her parents, Rosalynn Carter quickly made a daring move – selling her virginity to a handsome man to save herself. However, she never expected that the one-night stand would be an ironic twist of fate, dragging her from one hell to another! "I will never love you!" Rosalynn cried, repeatedly punching the chest of the man who held her tightly. The bottom of her eyes were filled with helplessness and fatigue, but he was always the one who could easily bury her in the depths of despair. He traced his lips gently along her delicate face, whispering into her ear with a voice reminiscent of a demon's. "Not loving will turn into love! You have no other choice because your body, your heart, and even your soul—all were bought by me!" He always emphasized that love couldn't exist in their relationship, why was he now forcing her to love him? Was winning the heart of a demon her misfortune or her sin?

️ Warning: This isn't a love story. This is sin. This is a game of betrayal, lust, obsession, possession, and fate wrapped in slick heat and dangerous hands. This book will leave you wet, aching, and rubbing your thighs while trying not to scream. You’ll hate yourself for loving it—and love yourself for coming back for more. If you're looking for gentle kisses and soft-spoken heroes, stop now. These men don’t stop when she cries. They don’t back down when she begs. And she doesn’t want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants to be dripping with the cum of one while the other slam inside her. She wants one claiming her left nipples while the other is by the right. Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation. The kind that drives even the strongest Alphas insane. All her life, she was told she’d be nothing but the Pack’s whore, just like her mother. She escapes to Eclipse Moon College, desperate for a new life, a future untouched by lust and shame. But when her scent hits the palace halls, all hell breaks loose. An ice-hockey prince. His powerful, dominant Alpha father. Two men, both cursed with longing. Both ready to go to war for her body. For her heat that captivates, corrupts and intoxicates. Zevara tries to fight her fate.… until she realizes she doesn’t want to. Now, she wants to be hunted. She wants to be the prize. She wants them to breed her... and break her. If you’re looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away. This is obsession. This is war. This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

I listened to my mate fuck my maid for five years. Right here beside my hospital bed. “When you stand by her bed,” Frost gasped beneath my mate’s thrusts, “are you thinking of your Luna… or how you fucked me here?” “Don’t.” Caleb answered, his voice low, his rhythm never slowing. “She’s always my Luna. I need her.” Frost laughed, breathless and soft.“Sure, Alpha. But when the lights go out, only I know whose name you really moan.” No. I knew it. I heard clearly for five years. My fated mate, the father of my twins, the man I fought for and nearly died for, betrayed me while I lay unconscious after childbirth. But what I never expected was that my puppies would choose her too. I was done listening to betrayal from the shadows. It was time to take back what was mine. The thought of their faces when they realized I was awake made me smile. I reached for the phone by my bed when they left and pressed the button. “I’m awake.”

My older sister, Marissa Lipton, found out that I had been dating someone online. She immediately exposed the matter to our parents. Little did they realize that the person I'd been dating was actually Xander Lorne, the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn. Since then, my parents treated me a lot better than before. I successfully married into the Lorne family, too. As for Marissa, she was forced to marry the man my parents had originally picked out for me, who was infamous for being a domestic abuser. Her life had been filled with pain and beatings since then. I, on the other hand, lived a lavish and extremely comfortable life. As a high-society wife, I was also admired and envied by all. So, Marissa decided to run me over with her car. When I wake up again, I see Marissa secretly jotting down my online partner's contact number. That's how I find out she has gotten reborn as well. Haughtily, Marissa declares that she will rise to the ranks of the elite and crush me under her heel in this life. What she doesn't know is that the "elite heir" from the previous life is a gift I've painstakingly prepared for her.

"Is that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand. "No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you." He was right and I hated him for it. ********** It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back. He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me. He was also my husband's brother. Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing. I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch. Instead I said yes. And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer. This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door? But what if those violent knocks are the knocks of the person you promised to marry in the future? Death? A grim reaper? A demon? Whoever it is, are you ready to face your fears?

I always had it all. I never expected for everything to change after only one night. One second I'm out having fun and the next I'm knee deep in crap with only a boy I just met to help me see it through.