Crying Hug Novels & Stories

This story continues from Fated Mate Life had been great these past few weeks. I have a hot boyfriend, got back my dad and my adopted sisters were happy with their significant others. Life was good. That is until I started getting attacked by bouts of pain that would render me unconscious. Something was wrong with me, Ash knew but he wasn’t sharing. He's afraid I'll take off again, like the last time he dropped a bomb on me. Finding out that my dad was not dead and had been living with the love of my life for the past thirteen years, without bothering to drop in at the orphanage where I lived with a how do you do even once, who wouldn't have a fit and take off? Worse than that, Steve, in the worst form possible, is back to haunt me. And Ash with his hug archaic pride just won’t let it go. And things just seem to be going down hill from there. What’s a girl to do to get some long term happiness?

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

I got off work early and walked into the living room, only to find my wife lounging lazily on the couch. And next to her? Some random dude I didn't recognize. "Babe, you know I'm obsessed with that sweet, milky smell," he said, sipping away like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. That was it—I completely lost it. Meanwhile, our baby was in the corner, crying her lungs out, hungry and ignored. I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the broom by the door and stormed in, ready to raise hell.

After discovering that my sworn enemy was an incubus, I threatened him. "Marty, as long as you let me touch your tail, I'll keep your secret." Marty was both ashamed and furious, but in the end, with his face burning red, he still shoved his tail into my hand. Biting his lip in reluctant humiliation, he said, "We agreed—only once a day. Not a single touch more." But later, the very man who had insisted on "only once a day" knelt on the floor, crying as he begged me to touch it again, just one more time.

After realizing that her new stepbrother was her one-night stand 'fish boy', a fantastic idea pooped up Isis Cepheus's brain. "Let's strike a deal, Sam" she demanded with a forced smile. Samuel Armani looked at her with an angry gaze, "What deal?" "Let's fake a date. If my mom and your dad sees we're in love, they'll get divorced" She opined. Samuel Armani wasn't foolish as to accept such ridiculous idea from the girl that made him lost the only gift his girlfriend gave him and almost made betray her . But since fate brought them together to meet as siblings again, after their first time chaotic meeting, he had no choice than to agree. However, as much as he wanted to hold himself back from assuming it was fake dating, the more he was drawning into his 'stepsister's' charm. First they had to hug tightly to oppress rivals. Second they had to kiss lightly in front of the parent. But nothing seems to be working not until they....

"Basically, I, Jones Jackson begged to hug you and we fell asleep on my bed?" "Yes, that's exactly what it is," she maintained. "Did we...? Did you..?" His brows furrowed as his mind flashed him a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "Did I what?" "Ah, never mind, I could never with you." He shook the vague thoughts away, he didn't like her one bit so attaining that level of intimacy was implausible even under the influence of alcohol. Like she could hear his thoughts, she reflected them, "oh, that could never happen, boss, you're not my type of man. If it's okay, can I leave now?" This diminutive girl always found a way to hurt the Almighty Jackson's ego. ~~~ Maria needs an urgent way to get to the top of her career, and Jackson needs a wife to get out of trouble. These two adopt a means of using each other for their specific purposes, till their contract becomes more than they ever bargained for.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?" Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together. So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.

" Who was that boy, angel?" He asked coming forward and she started going backwards. She started saying with her shaky voice," My.......umm......my............. Because of fear, she wasn't being able to form any words. She was crying and shivering like a little kitten. " Answer me," he shouted and she replied in one go," My classmate." He asked raising one of his brows," Only classmate?" " And my friend too," She replied hurriedly gulping down her saliva. Hearing her, he continued looking at her with dark suspicious eyes when she requested crying," I swear I don't have anything with him. He is just my classmate and friend. Nothing else." " I see. But, you have to prove that he is only your classmate and friend, nothing special," He said caressing her rosy cheeks. She asked wiping her tears," What do I have to do?" " Nothing much. You just have to punish him for thinking that he can be your friend. And, you know how to punish," He replied calmly and she lost all colour from her face. ************** Orni was like an innocent angel unaware of the existence of the demons which lurks among us wearing human skin. She never imagined even in her dream that a demon was waiting for her very eagerly to crush her in every possible way. ******************** Trigger warning and abusive scene ahead. Kindly read at your own risk. I am not a native English speaker so pardon my mistakes.

The day I recovered from my mental illness and got discharged, my parents held me in their arms with tears of happiness. My sister gave me a teddy bear and said she had been waiting for me to come home. I comforted my parents who were crying and accepted the gift from my sister. I slowly got used to ordinary life and became the real daughter of the Schmidt family. To show their preference for me, my parents transferred the family business into my name on my sister’s 18th birthday. But I cruelly murdered the family of three who cherished me on this day.

Natasha Harkins, the daughter of the alpha of  Blackheart Pack was asked by her father to marry Alpha Redd Larson of the Whitesword Pack. Why? Because that alpha could only save their business and the orphanage she was managing. She wouldn't allow it. She had a mate for crying out loud! It was another alpha from another pack—Alpha Ali.  She thought everything was alright between Alpha Ali and her but he suddenly called her one night saying, "I, Ali Stevens, reject Natasha Harkins as my mate.” Would she be forced to accept Alpha Redd's marriage proposal now?