Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

"Haven't I treated you well all these years? We waited three years for this child! How could you just get rid of it? Did you even think about how I would feel? Pearl, when did you become so heartless?" His voice was strained, his anger barely contained. Beneath it, there was heartbreak, desperation, and sorrow. He sounded like the victim, as though I were the one who betrayed him. I snapped. "Boweike, you cheated on me! You lied about work while you spent your time with Mia! You traveled the world with her! You showered her with gifts and sweet words! And the worst part? You did all of that while I was pregnant with your child! Boweike, did you ever think about how I felt?"

I handed Mom's case over to her entirely. I had absolutely no idea that the real killer was right beside her the whole time. I stumbled backward, turning around only to find Megan standing right behind me. "You went through my computer?" There was panic in her eyes, mixed with blame, but not a single shred of guilt. "You fabricated evidence to protect Edward, didn't you?" I asked. After a brief silence, Megan pulled me into her arms and used her softest voice to deliver the cruelest words. "It happened so long ago, and Edward already feels terrible about it. Can we just let it go?"

"Hahaha, Angie, you're like a mad dog, spewing filth. How pitiful. No one taught you manners when you were young, huh? You can't predict my plot, so you're getting frustrated? Good, that's what I want. You're nothing, always pretending to know the story better than the author and slandering others. The truth is, you're just a stupid fool. You find the story bad but continue reading it. How pathetic. "Your mouth is so filthy, I bet your real life is just as miserable. The male lead cheated and betrayed the female lead, hugging and sleeping with different supporting characters, but you've never criticized him for being promiscuous. You only focus on insulting the female lead, calling her immor

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

“Listen, Jeff and I are great. I’m not going to say we didn’t have the chemistry of a steamy romance couple, but I have to let you know that Jeff is a womanizer. Jeff is a cheat. “All of Jeff’s girlfriends have complained of how Jeff doesn’t stay with one woman. And just because Jeff and I have mated with each other does not remove the fact that he’s a cheat. A cheat will always be a cheat.” “Yes,” I said slowly, “but what if he has changed?” She scoffed. “Jeff? Change? In one word?” She shook her head.

I moved to my bedroom, trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter what they did in there, and that it wasn't my business. … A few minutes later, I had finished bathing and I was ready to sleep. “You like him, don't you?” Ford's voice in my head asked. I scoffed. “Like who? That cheat?” I asked. “Did he cheat?” Ford asked. “Yes, of course. He is a cheat. Cheating on his mate with a random boy he swore not to have anything with. Can you imagine that I got there and I met that same guy there?” “I was there, Riven. I know.”

I listened intently, my heart heavy with the injustice that had befallen her brother. With a deep breath, Ann continued, "The most devastating part, Molly, is that Mark was not cheating on Jane. Charlie Brown's Cheaters had discovered this, but they still wanted to create a dramatic narrative. So, they orchestrated a scene where Mark and Jane's best friend, Sarah, were seen holding hands in a coffee shop." Ann's words hung in the air, and the weight of her revelation settled heavily upon me. I could only imagine the torment that Mark had endured, wrongly portrayed as a cheater when he had been planning something so meaningful.

I’m just finally able to make it official. She sighed, a real, heartfelt sound. ‘It’s such a shame, you know? He’s a cheating, domineering arsehole, but my God, the man knows how to write a cheque. If only he could have kept his dick in his trousers, you two could have been one of those power couples they write mildly intimidating profiles about in the Sunday Times.’ ‘And live miserably ever after? No thanks.’ ‘Well,’ she said, leaning forward with a glint in her eye. ‘The fairy tale’s over. Time to consider a different genre. Like a thriller. Or an epic. And I know just the leading man. Lochlan.’

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”