Romans & histoires Document Reader Aloud

For the past two weeks, my best friend, Matthew Douglas, had been dodging me. While scrolling, I came across a tarot livestream and decided to use it to check whether something had gone wrong between us. I had barely sent two gifts into the stream when an anonymous male account unmuted himself. His voice was deliberately disguised, but he spoke with barely concealed glee. "Tarot master, I'm about to run off to Sanyara with my best friend's fiancée. Read my cards. Will he catch us?" I recognized the cadence, the pauses. I was still frowning at my screen when the tarot reader flipped a card and said, "The cards show some risk. My advice? Lay a smokescreen first. Tell him your company is sending you on a business trip. Stagger the timing, and you'll be in the clear." A second later, my phone lit up. A message from Matthew appeared. Matthew: [Sorry, man. I can't make it to your suit fitting this week. An investor just sprung a last-minute site visit on me in Sanyara. My bad!]

In the ruthless world of college hockey, Alan Voss is ice personified—cold, dominant, and untouchable. Until he rescues a trembling janitor from his own teammates and finds himself staring into the most hauntingly beautiful face he’s ever seen. “You’re safe with me,” Alan growls, tilting the boy’s chin up. “No one touches you again.” Toby Pike has spent his life broken and used—by family, by monsters wearing his brother’s face. Shy, brilliant, and drowning in secrets, he never expected the NHL-bound hockey star to become his shield… or the source of a desire he doesn’t understand. As their unlikely friendship ignites into unbearable tension—shared showers, drunken nights, heated stares across the rink—jealousy and obsession threaten to consume them both. But when Toby’s sadistic stepbrother returns with blackmail and violence, Alan’s protective instincts turn wild. Some love heals. This one destroys everything in its path. ************* Warning🔞: Dark MM Romance – Explicit content, non-con past trauma, graphic violence, intense BDSM, obsession, and possessive themes. Reader discretion strongly advised.

When my wedding gets delayed for the 99th time, I call the company in charge of planning the wedding and tell them to swap my name out for Julian Foster's childhood sweetheart, Madison Hart. "We understand what you mean, Ms. Sinclair. But are you sure you want to make the change? It seems that Mr. Foster has no intention of delaying the wedding this time." As I listen to the shocked host's words, I stare at the draft on the monitor. Groom: Julian Foster Bride: Olivia Sinclair But the design's special note shows, "Adjust the theme according to champagne yellow, Madison's favorite color." Madison is Julian's childhood sweetheart. Even though he claims that she's only lending a hand in referencing the wedding's designs, the truth is, she's the one calling the shots in the wedding's flower arrangement, wedding gifts, as well as the wedding anthem during the bride's entrance. She even leaves an airy comment about my wedding dress. "A fishtail gown suits her more." After dragging the document into the recycle bin, I reply calmly, "Yes. Please change the bride's name to Madison." I shall return the wedding that's filled with Madison's traces to her and Julian without altering a single thing. After that, I will retreat from this bunch of nonsense unscathed. Finally, we shall part ways permanently. Julian can stay with the woman he truly wants to be with, while I can enjoy the unbridled freedom on my own.

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

I had just one assignment. Go in. Find out the truth, document it, and leave. I wasn't meant to be emotionally attached, or stay more than a year. Neither was I supposed to care about his hidden charm personality he kept away from the public. I was not meant to fall in love with the man I came to destroy. In a room crowded with people, Adrian Tao pointed at me in front of everyone who had never bothered to know my name, and said “her,” and the plan I had been working on for three years cracked right down the middle. He thought he had chosen the safest choice. The calm secretary, the woman who isn't demanding, emotionally and materially. He has no idea who he's dealing with. And the longer I stay, the more terrified I am of what happens the day he finds out. Because I know secrets about his family that could bring down their empire. I know things about him that I was never meant to discover. And I know that when the truth is eventually revealed, he will stare at me the same way he did this morning over coffee, like I am truly the first thing that has ever happened to him in years. But by then, it won't matter anymore, everything will already be ruined. Some secrets keep you safe, some destroy you. And some you carry for a long time and they stop feeling like lies, you begin to feel they are the only true thing you have left.

At the express train station entrance, I was stopped by a security guard. He asked, “What is in the container?” I said, “It is a living heart. It needs to be transplanted in two hours.” I handed over the urgent medical pass. After the security guard checked the document and prepared to let me through, a hand reached from behind and grabbed the container. A voice shouted, “Do not let her go! The container contains prohibited items!” I turned and saw my sister‑in‑law, Ariana Cole. She pointed at me and shouted, “Sir, I am reporting her! She is my sister‑in‑law. What is in the container is not a cure for illness. It is drugs she bought from the black market. She plans to transport them and sell them by using her doctor identity!” Armed police surrounded us with their guns drawn. My eyes were bloodshot from anxiety. “Ariana, have you lost your mind? There is a donor heart inside! The recipient only has two hours to live!” Ariana rolled her eyes and sneered. “Why are you pretending? My brother said you have acted mysteriously lately. You are definitely up to no good. If you have nothing to hide, why not open it and show us?” The place fell silent. The SWAT officer leading the group spoke in a cold voice. He said, “Please cooperate with the inspection. Open the container immediately.” I looked at my countdown watch as cold sweat soaked my back. If the heart became contaminated, Arthur Quinn, the national hero who depended on it, would not survive.

The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway. He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head. After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world. But this time, I did nothing. When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed. He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest. He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation. Even when he announced at a family meeting that the ports under my control would be transferred to Sofia, I nodded calmly. Sofia smiled at him triumphantly. “See? I told you. A spoiled principessa like Isabelle just needs the cold treatment. Once she’s afraid of losing you, she’ll behave.” Antonio believed her completely. That night, he held me in his arms and promised. “Darling, you finally look like a proper donna now. I’ve already reserved the church. Next month, I’ll give you the lavish wedding you’ve always wanted.” I only smiled at him and said nothing. What that fool didn’t know was that before he left for that trip, the document he signed was an agreement terminating our engagement.

Her marriage has been unsuccessful since that day she got married to him. One sided love, and his unknown hatred towards her. "I'd rather sleep in the guest room than with you". His threatening voice echoed inside the room before he left. She finally understood the reality, married to him for a whole five years, only to discover now that he only used her to claim his inheritance. She was so heartbroken when she caught her own husband and his Mistress on a date that he has never taken her to, not even once. Anyways, who was she to call her his Mistress?. She should have understood that the Lady was his only Love of his Life, on the other hand, she was just an urgent second choice because his family didn't support his marriage with a lowly class. But now he actually became the Boss that he was, he didn't care about any bullshit from his family. "I guess, I won't regret what I'm about to do, I'm tired". Night falls, her drunken Handsome Husband she had admired all those years was finally at her own mercy. "There's no backing down this time around!. I won't always be treated like some pushover!". When the morning time arrived, a document "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" could be seen at the top of the bed. "Where is she?!". "E…. Em…. Your wife already left Boss".

“Now tell me, Cupcake… exactly how many inches of this Cock can you take?” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could feel was the weight of his threat and the heat of his gaze. “Say it, June. Who do you belong to?” “You,” I whispered, the lie tasting like honey. “I belong to you.” One report. That’s all it took to turn Knox Ashford from a bully into a god with a grudge. One video. That’s all he needs to keep the school’s golden girl on her knees for him. June Montgomery is a quick learner. She learned how to take him, she learned how to swallow her pride. But she never learned to handle the jealousy of a man who would rather destroy her life than see her in his brother’s arms… He calls her a snitch and a slut, but at the end of the night when the doors are locked, he only calls her one thing: Mine. Enter at your own risk. 🔥 This book is packed with raw obsession and explicit scenes in nearly every chapter.If this isn’t for you, please don’t continue. Reader discretion is advised. 🚨(85% sexual content) ⚠️

18+ Explicit Content Mature Only When human barmaid Billie Black gets into a little trouble with werewolf college boy and gang leader Spader, it’s Tristan O’Donnell, the leader of his rival gang, and his five friends who come to her rescue. But it’s not as simple as just breaking Spader’s wrist. Tristan is a werewolf, and so are all the kids who go to Crescent University. Tristan knows Billie is his fated mate—the human girl straddling two worlds he was told about by a palm reader, who would become his true love, and now he’ll do everything to keep her safe, including making her his gang’s Omega, if that’s what it takes to keep her safe until she's ready to become a queen. Even if she doesn’t believe in fate. Even if she goes a little feral sometimes and puts up a fight. Even if Tristan needs a little extra help from the guys with her when she proves to be a hybrid and goes into heat. Tristan can handle it. He knows what's best. This novel is not reverse harem, but does contain scenes of sharing between the boys, including mfm group scenes.