Cheating Mature Novels & Stories

"But when he's doing that when he's got a family and everything... Why have you left him? You'd get a bunch of money from him, wouldn't ya?" Erica coughed at a hard drink of whiskey and groaned a little as she wiped her lips free from the remnants. "I'm too much a pussy..." her words slurred heavily as she let her head bobble on her shoulders. "Too much a pussy to cheat on him, too much a pussy to leave him..." "I don't think you are," Matt said, turning to his side and giving her a smile. He took the bottle back and took a long drink that nearly emptied the bottle and made him clench his teeth until the bite left. "You look pretty brave from where I'm looking."

Even I can hear how callous that sounds. The look on her face is pure shock. "I was a virgin when I met you, Slate. You took my virginity," she reminds me. "And I have been nothing but faithful to you these last six years. I'm not the one who ran off with someone else. You are the one who cheated, not me." "It isn't cheating if it is your true mate, Ash, and you know it."I remind her. The pull to mate with one's true mate, especially if no other formal mating and marking is involved, is not considered cheating. You can't exactly control the urges.

“It’s seven in the morning on the dot. I’m precisely on time. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Seriously! Does he think I’m blind and stupid or what? I shake my head, glaring at him as I take the mug of steaming hot coffee from him. Its steam rising from the hole in the cup's lid. “I might be seventeen and not have a wolf. But I’ve watched p**n and know what screwing sounds like. It’s obvious you and Charity haven’t marked each other, or you would both be dead. Cheating on one’s mate is a death sentence. It’s worse than going through rejection.” Taking a sip from my coffee, I punch the button for the song I’m listening to restart. “Here, listen to this song. It suits you and Chari

"Stop telling me I did nothing wrong; you touched me alright, and that is cheating. I have a mate, and I cheated on him." "That is not cheating, love. Not if you are doing that with your one true mate." His words gave me a pause, and again, I felt the tightening in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice low. "This is the reason you cannot resist me. I am your mate, which is the same reason why you should never feel guilty; on the contrary, all along, you've been cheating on me." "You are not my mate; I don't even know what you are or who you are; you do not smell like a werewolf."

Once, they called each other affectionately and cheated on me behind my back. When their affair was exposed and they lost their money as well as dignity, they started tearing each other apart. Their “true love” was nothing more than a moment of excitement, enjoyed while there were no consequences to bear. But once reality set in and they had to face the fallout, all they could think about was running away.

Seeing my cold, indifferent expression, Laurence's face darkened. "Dakota, do you really have no feelings left for me after all these years?" I gave a humorless laugh. "Feelings? During the five years we were together, you had been cheating on me with Zoey for four of them!" Laurence had been interested in Zoey back in college, but at the time, he was just a poor guy, and Zoey hadn't given him the time of day. It wasn't until four years ago, when they ran into each other at a reunion, that things changed.

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”