Closed Species Novels & Stories

"Ethan, there's no future for us. We're already over, and the Elders have dissolved our mate bond. I've also filed a case with the Pack Enforcers. I'm going to hold both you and Lylia responsible." The color drained from his face as he staggered to his feet and shook his head. "No… That day, I didn't look closely. I didn't know it was the dissolution agreement. I thought it was just another document." I lifted a hand to stop him, my tone calm. "It doesn't matter. You signed it, and that's all there is to it. There's no undoing it. What matters is that we're done." His body swayed as if he might collapse, and his gaze was filled with despair.

I pulled a thick legal document from my purse. "What's that?" Damien asked, suspicious. "Our prenuptial agreement," I said, placing it on the table. "Article 15. The Betrayal Clause." The elders leaned in, their eyes scanning the page like vultures circling a kill. An elder read the clause aloud, his voice grim. "In the event of 'catastrophic operational failure due to gross negligence,' resulting in financial loss exceeding one million dollars or the arrest of family personnel, the aggrieved party has the right to immediately terminate the alliance and recall all invested assets."

“ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like they’ll die from lung cancer, “ he countered “ Whatever, it’s still gross, “ I said moving on. I suddenly realized it was daytime. I didn’t know much about any other supernatural beings, but I did know that vampires did burn in the sun. It was not a preferred way of doing so I’ve heard. “ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his c

I nod. We stop at a door with no handle, just a keypad. The waitress types a code, the light turns green, and she pushes it open. "Wait here. I'll be back with Ms. Jade in two minutes." I step inside. The VIP suite is all black leather and dim gold light, a curved sofa dominating the center, a one-way mirror covering the far wall. Through it, I can see the entire club below—the dance floor, the bar, the booths. But they can't see me.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

He's s her open up the side, trying to explain himself. Eva went home and cried so hard until she's asleep. So many things are running through her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he was cheating on her. Feeling so much heartache, Eva went home and locked her door. Then she went straight to bed and cried even harder. After a while of crying, Eva loud knock outside her door. She stood up and opened only to Jack. "Eva—" but just slammed the door shut. "Eva! Open the door, please!" Jack begged. "If you will not open this, I will kick it open!" She stopped walking away from the door. Contemplating if Jack was serious. Then she decided to open it finally.

“The trust, the peace, the fact that we can finally be… fully us.” Grayson stepped closer, one hand brushing my hair back, the other resting lightly on my waist. “Then let’s make it… memorable,” he said, voice low and full of want. He pulled me toward the bed with a playful grin, the velvet box already waiting on the nightstand—our familiar collection of cuffs, blindfold, flogger, paddle, warming oil, and a new addition; soft nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. "Thought we'd add a little more tonight," he murmured, voice tender and teasing. "To celebrate how far we have come."

In every combination, like this bar doesn’t just mix drinks in the perfect combination, but they have heart ice cubes, and straws decorated with sickening heart sparkles, too. I see guys in love with girls; girls in love with other girls, guys in love with other guys. I even see the rarest animal of them all: two men in a loving relationship with one girl. A threesome of the heart, it seems. And not just in the sheets. Not just for the kink.

"I-I thought of a way to s-spice up our marriage." "That's great, tell me." I don't know why he is so nervous to say that. "Is it sex in the jacuzzi? There are two very old couple who has been there for hours, they might be sleeping or dead, but either way, we can make it work." I winked. "An open marriage." I paused, trying to understand his words. A what? "Are you drunk?" I raised my eyebrows sceptically at him. "Y-you know I do-don't drink." Is he for real right now?. I don't know where my nerd of a husband got that idea from.

she drops three plates of deliciously looking appetizers" “Here we have steamed bao buns with duck confit, taro chips with steak tartare, and a sea urchin ad osetra caviar spoon.” “whoa! that’s a mouthful” hazel chuckles as soon as the waitress leaves I scope a spoonful of the appetizer; the creamy sea urchin and caviar to feed her “Open up hazel” She opens her mouth wide and blissfully closes her eyes with a moan