Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

Right after my best friend, Freda Foster, is done giving birth, I cuddle with her newborn while playing with him. "Hi, darling. I'm your godmother, and he's your godfather." That's when my husband, Hugo Reid, suddenly speaks up. "I'm not his godfather. I'm his actual father." At first, I think I'm hearing things. Unexpectedly, Hugo's lips curl into a smirk. He repeats himself, "The baby's mine. On the day your father passed away, Freda and I did it the whole night. We used a whole box of condoms, too." I remain rooted to the spot. My throat feels very constricted to the point I can barely find my voice. A long while later, I finally choke out, "But… But we only registered our marriage yesterday…" Hugo laughs as he wraps an arm around me and starts consoling me. "Don't worry. Freda and I are friends with benefits, at most. If we wanted to get married, we'd have gotten married a long time ago." A pause later, he adds teasingly, "Wait, Freda is still keeping this a secret from you, huh? The truth is, we were in a relationship before. I'm the first man she's been with, you know."

Ivana Moore's a stunning woman with a presence that commands attention, her raven black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart shaped face and accentuating her piercing emerald eyes. Finds herself entangled in a complicated contract marriage with Kacy Lilard's, a union that benefits both their family business interests. Kacy Lilard's a man whose presence is as captivating as his piercing blue eyes, embodies a potent mix of confidence, sophistication and seduction, with his chiseled features and charismatic smile. Kacy exudes an aura of power, wealth and allure, drawing ivana in with a irresistible force, his playboy reputation precedes him, but beneath the surface lies a possessive intensity that becomes apparent when someone threatens those he care about. As they navigate their new reality, Ivana finds herself drawn to Kacy's charming and doting nature. However she's hesitant to express her feelings, fearing that kacy might not reciprocate her love. Unknown to her that he has developed feelings for her during their two month honeymoon. As the story unfolds Kacy's action will reveal his true emotions, leaving ivana to navigate love, trust, and desire in a world where hearts can’t always follow the rules. Will their hearts survive the games their families play?

Belinda's adoptive family demanded that she marry as soon as possible because her half-sister and all her cousins ​​were already married, even though she was still in college. Furthermore, the main reason for this demand was that her adoptive family hated her and no longer wanted to care for her. On the first day of her fifth semester, Belinda caused trouble for the hot-tempered Brandon, which led to a rift between them on campus as professor and student. However, Brandon ultimately wanted to marry Belinda because his biological mother, who had been hidden for years in a remote hospital with access only to certain individuals, was in danger. Coincidentally, Belinda had volunteered to care for Brandon's mother. Recognizing that his own student, and the woman he hated most, was his mother's savior, Brandon decided to marry Belinda. Furthermore, his desire to marry Belinda was to avoid an arranged marriage he didn't want. Initially, Belinda didn't want to marry Brandon because of his excessive behavior, but now she was forced to do so to reap the benefits he offered her. However, Belinda didn't want their marriage to be widely publicized on campus or on social media. Both Belinda and Brandon were forced to stage a fake wedding. Their relationship has been filled with hatred since their first meeting, how did they fall in love? Who is the person who is after Brandon's mother's life?

With Alpha Cain…there's just something with him that makes my blood boil to the hottest degree, my mind roaring with spite and disdain every time I look at him in the eyes. I often ask myself, "Am I really sure to be the Alpha's Pet or am I just looking at the fastest way to die?" Maybe I'll never know the answer. Maybe I also knew the answer already. But deep inside, one thing's for sure: I hate Alpha Cain. But I also like some part of him. And I hate that part of myself that liked the part of him. *** Anastasia is an I-don't-fucking-care type of Omega who, because she's already bruised outside and broken deep inside, just accepts whatever comes her way. But Alpha Cain somehow liked her wicked mouth. She's the only Omega who can talk back to him with enough sarcasm and wits that most of his pack members lack of. And in the tradition of most packs, whether in every year, months, or even weeks and days, the Alpha will choose among Omegas as his Pet: a more accurate term for his personal bed warmer. It is an actual title in a pack reserved to only one person, with benefits and privileges on its own. And because Anastasia accidentally became drunk the night Alpha Cain tested her skills in bed, she rode so wild and satisfied the Alpha more than he expected. And a hate-to-love, pet-to-lovers tale began to unfold.

Twilight is a strong-willed she-wolf who is content with her life as an Alpha and raising her ex-mate's pup without him. Her world is turned upside down when he finds out, and even more so when she discovers they still have a bond. While trying to fight the pull of the bond, she crosses paths with an unmated alpha and persuades him to agree to a secret contract marriage. But Twilight has another secret: she didn't marry him for the benefit of both packs. She married him with plans to take his pack for herself and would go to any lengths to get what she wants. As she spends more time with him, she begins to see him in a new light. He is kind, gentle, and everything she had hoped for in a mate. She begins to question her motives for marrying him but is hesitant to get involved with him out of fear of getting hurt again. Unfortunately for her, her husband begins losing interest in the benefits of their marriage and yearns for her affection. Twilight's choices are complicated by the fact that she is a werewolf. In her world, mates are chosen by the Moon Goddess, and they are meant to be together forever. But what if the Moon Goddess has made a mistake? Will she take a chance on her old life with Takumi or choose the excitement of a new beginning with her mystery husband? Or neither? Find out in this story full of love, loss, and redemption that will keep you guessing until the very end. TRIGGER WARNING: There might be a sensitive topic or two.

Choley who is a gay and enjoys being penetrated has subtly convince his boss Peter Jackson who is a billionaire CEO of the popular beverage producing company in the town in a one time experience before traveling out of town . His boss Peter Jackson has come to love the experience of penetrating only men that he just wants to do it again and again. Allthough he has done it with some folks around but couldn't get that satisfaction he got in a one night experience in the bathroom with his former personal assistant choley. The Billionaire CEO'S search for a permanent mate for penetration seems to come faster than expected when Jeffrey a young highschool graduate applied for a vacancy as a cleaner and was employed. The Billionaire CEO has set his eyes on him from the first day. The New employee noticed the move, tried avoiding and even trying confiding on his Dad Andrey that makes matter worse because he believes that his son is a good for nothing forsaken beach. Finally, Jeffrey gave in, had a good time experience in the bathroom with the Billionaire CEO who immediately elevated him from a cleaner to an assistant director with a lots of benefits changing his status within months. Jeffrey a rejected god forsaken beach son has suddenly become popular with thousands of dollars in account. Let's see if he was able to manage the fame and the new life he suddenly found himself.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

My family was the wealthiest in River City, with assets worth trillions. On my eighteenth birthday, my brother, Calvin Chester, gifted me an entire jewelry production line while my parents built a private museum and named it after me. The greatest hardship I’d ever faced? Learning how to spend my inheritance. Then I met Dario Darwin. For him, I cut ties with my family and helped him build his empire from scratch. But when I was three months pregnant, he demanded I drink on behalf of his assistant, Fran Fallon, a woman “slumming it” as an intern while secretly being the heiress to another fortune. “Stop pretending,” he sneered. “You’re not like Fran, raised in pampered luxury. You’re older, so act like it and take care of your juniors!” Then, to the clients leering around the table, “My wife’s just being dramatic. She can hold her liquor. Don’t hold back—pour her another!” Amid their jeers, he left with Fran, abandoning me to a room of drunken men. Years of sacrifice, only to be humiliated. I scheduled an abortion and called him. “We’re done.” Through the phone, Fran’s simpering voice chimed in, “It’s my fault that Clea is upset… I should quit and go home to my family’s billions.” “Ignore her. She’s faking it,” Dario cooed back. On the day Dario signed the divorce papers, my parents and Calvin came to take me home. Our marriage came to an end, but his tragedy was about to begin.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

"You need to stop looking at me when we are in public, Connor." "I cannot do that, Megan, because my job is to make everyone in this room believe I am obsessed with you." "You are touching me too much." "I am barely touching you, but if you want me to pull you closer and show them what we do behind closed doors, you only have to ask." I spent my college career hiding behind oversized clothing while keeping a pathetic crush on Caleb Mercer. I thought he cared about me, but I was entirely wrong. I overheard him bragging to his friends about how he planned to secretly record us in his bedroom and use the video to blackmail me. I refused to be a victim anymore. I bought a completely new wardrobe, threw away my glasses, and walked back onto campus ready to confront him. Before Caleb could bully me again, Connor Blake intervened. Connor is the intimidating captain of the ice hockey team and Caleb's biggest rival. He kissed me in front of everyone and claimed I was his girlfriend. Connor needs a fake relationship to silence the rumors threatening his professional draft prospects. I need his protection to stop the relentless harassment. The rules we established were simple, but we are already breaking them. He is supposed to be faking his possessive behavior, but his hands linger far too long on my waist. I am supposed to be using him for safety, but I am developing real feelings for the man protecting me.