Dean Crying Supernatural Novels & Stories

All of his life, Lincoln Morten was convinced that he was normal—like any other human. But that all changed when he was suddenly kidnapped and thrown into the Supernatural world that he had only heard about in fantasy and folklore. After encountering werewolves, he shifted and “accidentally” imprinted on his beautiful half-Fae abductor. Ruby Carnelian escaped from her royal duties and ran away from court to live in the mortal world. Now working as a bounty hunter for both the supernatural creatures and humans, she was tasked to capture a suspicious underground fighter whom she later found vital to the survival of the werewolf race. Even though they cannot stand each other, they cannot deny that they are being drawn by the magnetic gravity of their fate. Can their love grow and evolve when there’s a centuries-old blood feud between their races? Worst, it seems like all the creatures of the Supernatural world are out to get them both.

Dr. Ava Cole never believed in the supernatural until she met him. When the skeptical scientist meets the mysterious and alluring alpha werewolf, Ethan, she's forced to confront everything she thought she knew about the world. As they delve deeper into the supernatural forces at play, Ava and Ethan find themselves battling dangerous enemies and navigating a complicated love affair. Can their love survive the secrets and dangers that come with being a human mate to a werewolf?

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

“Fuck me, Victor!” My boyfriend is lying on the bed. The woman bouncing on his lap was a stranger. She had cat-shaped ears that were out, her tail swishing back and forth. I stood there for a while, in shock. Victor is the basketball star of this school, and a werewolf. I’m a human girl, mysteriously chosen to attend this school, and everyone says I’m not good enough for him. I just never imagined we’d break up that way. A week later, desperate to cover my grandma’s surgery, I signed up for surrogacy. When our dean introduced the new professor to us. I was shocked. My surrogacy client was a new professor at this school！ “You need to stay away from that man,” my ex-boyfriend growled, “He’s my Uncle and he is bad fucking news.”

Athdal, a hybrid, after he was betrayed 3 centuries ago and lost most of his park, decided to live hidden amongst the humans away from the conflict of the supernatural world. 3 centuries later, he attend collage drawn by a subtle feeling from his wolf, there he meets Lisa a young girl unaware of her heritage. With the incoming conflict brewing in the supernatural world and Lisa's involvement in it, will Athdal decide to reveal himself to her and the world again so he can protect his friends?

How can I be mated to two most feared and revered individuals on campus? I am Viora, the girl nobody wants. He is the cold hockey star indecisive and He is The dean with so many secrets tied to his cold looks. When I was heartbroken, I didn’t expect my second chance to come in the form of a cold dorm room, a scholarship, and a new last name. A crazy one night affair and now a family tie – He’s my stepbrother. Liam Thornwell: Cold, handsome and commanding. He isn't just attracted to me, we have a chemistry that can't easily be broken. But this isn't just all, professor Wolfe isn't going to let go of me. He claims I am his mate and he will do everything within his power to claim me.

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.

Layla Dean—Twenty-Two, Smart, Witty, Sarcastic, Billionaire. Just one obstacle in the path of obtaining what she wants—Aiden Smith. By her definition, He is Satan’s reincarnate. A justifiable verdict after he crushed her best friend’s heart. Layla loathes him. Staying in the same room is nerve-racking. Now, A Million dollars is on the line if they can not work together. Within 60 days, they uncover company secrets. They clash. They struggle. They end up in each’s arms. And they finish their task. If only the tale ended there. It didn’t. How much longer will the resentment continue if they can’t keep their hands off each other? There’s Passion. Sex. Lies. Deception. Tears. All they have left is each other. But of what use is flame if everyone around them puts the fire out?

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.