Every Mile A Memory Novels & Stories

Yvonne Carter once believed love meant endurance, patience and sacrifice. She gave up her career, her dreams, and her pride to become Adrian Blake’s wife. For three years, she waited in a cold marriage where love never came. When Adrian asks for a divorce to protect the woman he truly loves, Yvonne signs the papers without a tear and walks away quietly. What he does not know is that the woman he divorced was never weak. After the divorce, Yvonne returns to the world she once abandoned. She rebuilds her life, regains her identity, and rises higher than anyone expected. The woman who once waited at home becomes someone Adrian can no longer reach. As Adrian realizes what he lost, he begins a desperate pursuit to win back the wife he never valued, But Yvonne is no longer willing to trade her future for a love that came too late. When the past refuses to let go and the future demands a choice, Yvonne must decide Should she walk away forever? Or give the man who broke her heart one final chance.

Amerta is just a trash and satiation for Alpha Fred's power ego. Their meeting at that night, when Amerta was the only wolf left in the fire of her pack settlement which was brutally slaughtered, turned out to not be the end of Amerta's bad luck. After the death of her family, all members of her pack, even her mate, Amerta lived the life as an useless trash wolf in the Kingdom of Black Moon pack—Alpha Fred's power pack. Until when Alpha Fred realized the Moon Goddes reason sending Amerta from him, Amerta decided to leave him. He lost his wolf powers ahead of the big Red Moon Night war, and Amerta was no longer able to be his Luna. How could he fix the mess of his pack kingdom and bring back Amerta as his luna? When a dark secret known, everything turns out into broken pieces, will their love be repairable?

At the annual company banquet, the boss had the tables and chairs from the logistics department removed, leaving only a stainless steel dog bowl in the center of the stage. "Logistics is just the company's watchdog," he said coldly. "Since when do watchdogs sit at the table and eat?" The top sales champion laughed as he dumped leftovers into the bowl. The boss casually slipped a black garbage bag over my shoulders. "From now on, you're the company's living trash can. Catch it properly." Laughter erupted across the room. Amid the jeers, I silently tightened my grip on the universal access card in my hand. What they didn't know was that the building's special approvals for water and electricity—and all its property management connections—were maintained by this very "dog face" of mine. I tossed my ID badge into the dog bowl and turned to leave. Let's see how long you last once the new year passes—without logistics there to hold everything together.

My sister, Emily Statham, "accidentally" spills a pot of scalding Cajun gumbo onto my leg. I'm in so much pain that I roll around on the floor, but she cries harder than I do. Mom hugs and comforts her. "It's okay, it's okay. Your sister's tough." My fiance, Elliott Gray, glances over at me and says, "Just rinse it with some cold water. Stop embarrassing yourself." Comments in gold float past my eyes. [Emily just loves her sister so much that she got overexcited!] [And the mother just has a sharp tongue. Deep down, she's actually devastated!] [The male lead is just weird that way. He cares, but he's too shy to show it in public!] I look down at the blisters already forming on my leg. For the first time, I wonder if it's not the commenters who are blind. Maybe I am.

"Leave me," I said, struggling to get out of his grip… "Ahh," an unwanted moan escaped from my lips when he sucked on my neck harder. "If you want me to leave you then why do you call me daddy to tease me?" He groaned, having a hard time controlling himself. "Now you have to pay for it, my little dove." She closed her eyes in sensation knowing the dirty meaning behind those innocent words. She hated him, and his feelings were not different, but their desire was overpowering their hatred. . Monika is an Alpha woman who falls in love three times, but everyone rejects her, including her fated mate. She accepted her fate of being doomed in love until her ex returned to her life after knowing she hid her pregnancy for him. She was the mother of his child. He forced her to sign a contract marriage where there would be only lust and no place for love. What will she choose? If she said yes, then what would happen when a girl who is rejected by everyone gets accepted by a ruthless Alpha who is heartless as a rock? Wanna know? Read the journey of Monika finding love.

🔥 THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED...Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she’s desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex’s teasing smirk and Sean’s quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn’t know where to turn—or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation. (STEPSERIES PART 1- STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNGHT) (STEPSERIES PART 2- STEPUNCLES' ALPHAS PUNISH ME EVERYNIGHT) This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore.

The day someone told me I was legitimate blood of the Mafia family, I went from being the Don's daughter's personal maid to being the Don's daughter myself. Three days after they brought me home to the family estate, I went looking for Luciano, the man I'd secretly married, and found him in the study, talking to Don Moretti. "Nina is obedient. She wouldn't dare utter a word even when bullied. She is the perfect person to take the fall for Avery at that bloody party and she won't crack." "Good, Luciano. You think of everything! She's nobody — a street girl. She walks into that bloodbath and dies, nobody's going to miss her. Let her go. Avery's waiting for you to make underboss first, then we do the wedding proper." I stumbled back three steps. My heel hit the marble floor and the pain shot straight up my leg, but it was nothing compared to what just exploded in my chest. I wasn't Don Moretti's real blood. And the man who had sworn his life to me, my own husband, was planning to send me into that slaughterhouse so he could marry the Don's actual daughter. I'd already heard what happened to the last stand-in at one of those events. Shot to pieces. That news drove into my spine like an ice pick. But what they didn't know, what I'd only just found out, was this: My brother, who'd been missing for years, was the highest power in the Cosa Nostra. The one they called the Shadow King.

Tristan Moore, the low-income student whom my wife, Yvonne Zeller, has been sponsoring, tells her that he wishes to repay her for her benevolence. So, they end up spending long hours of passion in my laboratory. Because of that, the fluids they've left behind have tainted my experimental samples. On top of that, Tristan specifically texts me and makes me witness everything. I waste no time in barging into the laboratory. "Oh? Are you that poor that you can't afford a hotel room anymore, Ms. Zeller? Is that why you brought your side piece to my lab?" Yvonne wraps her top around her chest, her expression devoid of any guilt. "Get out. I'm the one who has invested in this lab, so I'm free to use it however I see fit. A leech like you don't get a say in this matter." I turn on my heel and walk away. That night, I hand over my new patent to Yvonne's older brother, Joshua Zeller. I'd like to see how Yvonne, who's still in the middle of fighting for the position as the heir, will still be able to stay calm after finding out about this.

In my previous life, the fake daughter Linda Veil wanted the billionaire family all to herself. She manipulated my adopted brother Jason with her two-faced act, sabotaging me at every turn. All I ever wanted was family. Instead, they came to despise me, and shipped me off to the African savannah to fend for myself. Before the plane even landed, Mom and Dad threw me out from low altitude, hatred written all over their faces. "Stay out there and learn your lesson. Let's see if you ever dare hurt your sister again!" "We'll come get you once you've straightened up." Both my legs shattered on impact. I lay in the grass, sobbing that I was sorry, begging them to believe me. But the sun cracked my skin open and wild animals stripped me to the bone. They never came back for me. Right before I died, I finally learned the truth. Sending me to the savannah had been Linda's idea all along. She'd spent three hundred million commissioning a lifelike robot to replace my dead body. Mom and Dad watched the cameras every day, seeing a lively, healthy "robot me" going about life. They had no idea I was already gone. And Linda? She married my adopted brother, poisoned my parents slowly, and inherited every last penny of the Veil fortune, handing it all to her human-trafficking birth parents. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn, back to the day the billionaire family first took me home. This time around, I'd worked ten jobs at once to survive and developed a serious mental illness. Whoever messed with me got the full crazy treatment.

Vampires only ever took one mate in their lifetime. And yet, my vampire husband refused to acknowledge me—his human wife, bound to him through an arranged marriage. On the night of our tenth wedding anniversary, Jason brought another woman into my bed. She was wearing my nightgown. She was carrying his child. And in my hand, I held a pregnancy test I'd just had confirmed. "Be reasonable, Elena. Jessica just conceived my child. She needs me." "Go sleep in the guest room. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." My husband shielded the other woman, his smile polished and gentlemanly, though his eyes held the same icy indifference they always did. When he saw me frozen in the doorway, Jason assumed I was going to do what I always did. Scream. Cry. Demand to know why he kept doing this to me. But he didn't know—this time was different. The ten-year contract had come due, and I was finally leaving him for good.