Diaper Messing Novels & Stories

Manon’s dream has always been to be a hockey star like her father, to fulfill the dream her father never got to achieve. So when she moved to a new school, she was excited to join the Hockey team, but what she thought would be so simple turned out to be something so difficult. Especially when she meets Emory James, the Hockey team Captain, and Marsh Cooper, the right defensemen. Marsh has been nothing but sweet to her since they met, encouraging her to reach her goals, he was her first love and her heart always lied with him. But Emory was a thorn in her flesh, he was the reason why she couldn’t join the hockey team and when she tried to blackmail him to get what she wants, she ended up in a bigger mess than before. Now she has to choose between them, the one who makes her heart beat, or the one who awakens desires within her that she has never imagined?

**Contain mature scenes not suitable for young readers** A strong-willed, independent Haley Santorini started having the life she wanted. Her name began to make a splash in the fashion industry as a fashion designer. But her world tumbled down when her dad was accused stealing money from his ruthless hotel employer. Wesley Finn, known for being arrogant and clever billionaire. He's a devilish handsome beast that everybody don't want to messed-up with. Even given a name as "Territorial Billionaire" by the New York press. He's very possessive, manipulative and intimidating.

"I hate you, Asher. You ruined my life." "Well, you ruined mine. I can't think close to you because you have to look so damn attractive." "What?" "Have you looked in the freaking mirror? Pfft. Distracting me with your brown eyes." "Umm we have to get to work." "Do we? I have a much better plan." He says and plants his lips on mine. After the loss of her mother, eight-year-old Wendy’s world was altered for the rest of her life. Constantly being used by her father for his selfish goals, she seeks refuge in the human world, at City University where it seems like her only issue is the misogynistic treatment to women like her heralded by everyone’s favourite, Asher. She vows to have her revenge by messing with his dreams. Asher has always had everything going perfectly until his father, also his alpha, punishes him by sending him to human school. Everything seems to be going well until he meets his first challenge, the female that won’t leave his mind, Wendy. Would he overcome this challenge?

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 was a forbidden fruit and he loved to claim forbidden things. He knew she is off limit but he couldn't let go of the attraction that emerald orbs ignitted on him, a burning passion, that only her writhing body can subside. "I don't let people go that easily after messing with me, flower. I don't fucking care who that person is as long as they get on my bad side. And you've been messing with me from the time we have met and don't expect an ounce of mercy from me, Jasmine." his words were like venom and she felt like dying just by hearing it. What has she gotten herself into? Is there any way out of here? Can she make it out of here alive? There are no possibilities and that scares her, completely. "You've awakened the monster inside me, Jasmine. Now deals with it!

The romance between two people at work isn't a bad thing as long as they share the same feelings. While Zack lives his life to the fullest, Monic tries to lead a peaceful life despite Zack messing with her peaceful life by taking her anywhere every day.

There is a saying that work should not be mixed with pleasure. The CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mike Ross, seems to be doing the exact opposite of this. Isioma becomes a huge victim of this power-drunk CEO. How is an innocent, naïve girl supposed to navigate her life with work, friendship, pleasure, and love mixed into one without messing up the grey lines? Read Houston Reels to find out.

On our wedding day, the big screen glitched—then flipped to kissing shots of Caleb Gorman and his "girl best friend," Holly Beech. Holly shot up, hand over her mouth, smiling all fake-innocent. "Relax, everyone. We were just messing around. Caleb and I go way back. Guess that makes me wife number two." Caleb smiled, soft like always. "That's just her. She's a total blabbermouth. Don't take it seriously." I looked at him. Calm. "She plays kissing pics of you two at our wedding and calls herself your 'wife number two.' That's messing around?" His face tightened. Annoyed. "It's a few photos. We've been together five years. You're really gonna nitpick something this small and not let it—" I raised a hand, cutting him off. "Yeah. I am. I'm not letting it go." That hit him. He wasn't used to me standing firm. I turned to the crowd. "This wedding's over."