Novelas y relatos de First Time Knot

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me. In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me. On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!" When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

I was born into the Valerie family, with the noble blood that could give a vampire a powerful hybrid heir. I was meant to marry Ethan, heir to the Prince. But the night before the engagement, his younger brother Adrian knelt in the rain in front of me. “Elena, I’d give up everything.” “I love you. You’re all I want.” So I broke the engagement, let my family disown me, and married him without a backward glance. Then I got pregnant. He started keeping me at arm’s length, finding reasons not to touch me, not even willing to stay in the same room as me. Until the night I heard him tell his men: “Once Elena has the baby, we’ll hand it over to Ethan and Sophia.” “Sophia’s health is fragile. I can’t bear to put her through a pregnancy.” That was when I finally understood. Adrian had never loved me. He’d married me only to free up the place beside Ethan for my cousin Sophia. Even the child I’d struggled so hard to carry had already been promised away to the woman he truly loved. I rested a hand on my belly and called my father. “Dad, I was wrong about him.” Adrian thought I’d stay trapped in his web of lies forever. He had no idea. Two months from now, I would vanish from his world for good.

I was helplessly stripped before him. "Now, spread your legs and pleasure yourself,” he commanded. "I… I can't." My voice cracked. In an instant, his gun was below my chin. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, little doll. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW.” —- ‘I am a Victim.’ One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the cruelest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.

Rory, a 19-year-old with a dark secret, has spent years desiring and wanting his stepfather, a powerful and influential business figure. Unable to control it, his desire leads him to steal his stepfather’s underwear. But things don’t go right when he is caught by his stepbrother. This leads to a series of blackmail from his stepbrother, forcing him into a degrading, secret affair with him. But Rory is in love with his stepfather while his own mother is still in the picture. What would he do? Will he have to stay with his twisted stepbrother, or will he tell his father about his feelings and risk getting scorned by the public? Themes: Forbidden Love, Psychological Torment, Power Struggles, Obsession, Blackmail, Dark Romance Tropes: Stepbrother Rivalry, Daddy Kink, Enemies to Lovers (Twisted), Secret Affairs, Manipulative Games

Noah Hunter kills monsters for a living. Werewolves, mostly. So craving one is a problem he can't afford, and craving Dax Holt, the cocky Alpha who keeps catching him and pinning him down like he enjoys the practice, could get him killed. Or worse. Claimed. Dax's wolf made up its mind the first night Noah came for him. One word, low and sure. Mine. Noah's got a girlfriend. A family who'd disown him. And a body that stopped listening to any of them the second a werewolf got his hands on it. But people are vanishing from their town, taken by something patient and cruel, and the only one who believes Noah is the monster he swore to kill. To stop it, they have to trust each other. Wanting each other was never part of the deal. Alpha/omega heat, knotting, fated mates who fight it tooth and claw. No Mpreg. Filthy, feral, and headed for a happy ending.

I take a live-in nanny job to escape campus bullies. My new boss? Jax Steele—the hockey captain who leads the pack tormenting me. Living under his roof changes everything. Late-night arguments end with my back against the wall, his mouth crushing mine, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly. I hate him. I want him. The line between the two dissolves every time his fingers trace my curves like I'm something precious instead of the "fat nerd" everyone mocks. Then his wolf recognizes mine. We're both werewolves. And I'm his fated mate—the one woman his wolf is screaming to claim, mark, own completely. But Jax is engaged to someone else. The college queenbee. I thought that's the only reason we can't be together. But I've just discovered something that changes everything: I'm not just any werewolf. I'm royalty. Ancient. Powerful. Dangerous. My wolf isn't meant to submit to an Alpha. She isn't meant to be a Luna. But an Alpha herself. Duty wrestles with primal needs. Our wolves wants to fuck so hard, yet we can't be together. Can our destinies really be reversed?

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Don James Colombo, left me at the altar again. "Angelina is in the ICU," he said. "The ceremony will have to wait." It was the ninth time he had abandoned me for his terminally ill childhood sweetheart. The first time, she had run away from home, and he could not rest easy. "Angelina is missing, yet you want me to stand here toasting at the wedding? Don't be so selfish, Leticia." The third time, he said Angelina was in a terrible state and threatening to take her own life — he had to go comfort her. By the eighth time, James had stopped explaining and simply had the butler notify me the wedding was off. For him, postponing a wedding was nothing. For me, the Buono Principessa left standing in a chapel, it meant ridicule and one hundred lashes from my furious father. The lashes split open my skin and left me running a fever that would not break. James would hold me afterward, apologize helplessly, and promise he would make it up to me after we married. He promised nine times. He kept none of them. So when he left me again for Angelina, I did not cry or make a scene. I packed my bags alone and in silence. It would be the last time he ever postponed our wedding. One month later, he would never be able to find me again.

After my husband's death, I retained all his personal accounts and our marriage certificate. Since then, Chuck Smith had been wooing me persistently, declaring that he would give me all his love to overcome the pain of loss. He would search the entire city for some sweets that I mentioned on a whim, and he deleted every woman's number from his phone while keeping me updated on his location in real time. But just as his feelings reached me, and I was ready to marry him, I found Chuck getting frisky with his new secretary in the basement parking lot…