Diaper Mess

Jillie and Jarren have been friends since their diaper days, so it was no surprise to most of their friends when they pushed the boundaries of friendship. What will happen when Jarren drops the biggest secret of all on Jillie? What obstacles will be ahead of them? With faith in each other, irreplaceable friends, and a bond that seems unbreakable, will they be able to make it through the darkness...together?

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

Madeline Sanders had always been aware that her marriage to Trevon Gibson was merely a contract. When his first love breezed back into town, Trevon wasted no time in asking for a divorce. Clutching the results of her pregnancy test, Madeline was at a loss for words. She was stripped of everything and left to fend for herself. She decided to start anew as an artist and a single mom. However, Trevon couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He inexplicably suffered pregnancy symptoms. Madeline's morning sickness became his, her cravings for pickles turned into his own, and her labor pains echoed through his body. Afterward, Madeline declared, "The baby will carry the name Sanders!" There stood Trevon, juggling a bottle and a diaper, "Sanders it is! Darling, when do you say I join the Sanders crew?"

SHE likes HIM. HIM likes HER. HER likes... What would happen if SHE accidentally cast the spell on someone else instead of HIM? And that someone else SHE casted the spell with is HER! Can SHE handle the mess before it gets out of control or the mess will handle them and put them under its control? Is HER really under the spell?

(They are Stubborn, but the PERFECT Couple) You don't Wanna Mess with any of Them!!! Get Your Popcorn ready and Let's Dive into this Addictive Story Together ️

"We shouldn't be doing this" "I'll be the one calling the shots honey, bend over." Kiara has never been one to mess around. Being the daughter of the CEO of Lux Empire, she has it all. But, she works hard, lives a silent life, and gets by happily. When Luca Ettore, her father’s best friend, slips into it, she isn’t sure how to go about it. The sexual tension is undeniable, and the way he makes her feel is illicit. It’s a mess, a whirlwind of love and pain, tears and shocking revelations as they travel through a timeline of their own. Will their love rise above societal expectations? Or will it all come crashing down?

Ash is not some cute little omega, he can kick any Alpha ass if they mess with him. Even If the Alpha is his own mate.

Trying to fit into their new life as rogues, things were finally starting to come together, but Brandon found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time creating a mess for him and Misty.

I was a weak human; he was the Lycan king. Fate bonds us through a beautiful love story, at least that's what I used to believe. Then I discovered that I'm nothing more than a human pet for him, a sexual tool as he liked to call me. He won't ever love me out of the mate bond, and I'm too weak to be his Queen. Well, this Queen doesn't need a King, not anymore. Now that I'm ready to give up on my human side, he'll soon learn that he wasn't supposed to mess with me, not to mess with the 'Hybrid'.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.