Frantic Synonym Novels & Stories

Ten years to the day we were mated, Eric came home wearing the scent of his first love. He wrapped me in his scorching heat, his voice a hoarse whisper against my ear. "I want you, Lyra." He hadn't marked me on a full moon in so long. But right now, the scent of another she-wolf on him was a bitter ache in my chest. The dinner I'd prepared for our full moon ritual was swept off the table by our cub, River. He looked at me with his father’s cold expression. "Mom, your cooking doesn’t even come close to Auntie Aurora’s." Aurora. The first love Eric could never forget. The one he'd brazenly appointed as CFO of our pack's corporation. They were the perfect pair, flaunting their connection for all to see. And I, his true mate, had become the pack's laughingstock. For ten years, I played the part of the perfect mate and mother, only to become a shadow in my own home. That night, I filed the request to the Elders. I would sever the mate bond。 Later, under the brilliant Alaskan aurora, I received Eric's frantic mind link. "Lyra, what about River if you leave?" I let out a small laugh. " River only needs you." "Your first love is back, isn't she? Let her be the mother. I'm free."

Warning-(mature content) *No rape* Olivia is a beautiful, intelligent, and highly educated girl. She aims to find her father and take whatever is taken from her family. There is a handsome hunk Max who is a young, handsome and highly skilled businessman but he has a dark past as everyone does. **[some chapters may have some explicit content ]**** Their bodies had met in perfumes, in sweat, frantic to get under that thin film with a tongue or a tooth, as if they each could grip character there and during love pull it right off the body of the other." You are mine Olivia, your body and your soul everything belongs to me. Max has never been with any woman before. He is a total clean freak but when he meets Olivia his world was changed completely. Max, I am not ready to be in a relationship. 'Olivia darling your resistance arouses me even more, don't ask me to wait for any further I am on my edge love or I might be collapsed in the future, pity my darling! " .... Max's life is full of mysteries and Olivia's life full of miseries.. but one day they both feel that they need each other's support and love. Vote for me and reviewing this book will make me encourage to write more. If you have any queries you can text me on Instagram @piu348. .. ** EVERYTHING IS COMMISSIONED AND STRICTLY COPYRIGHT BY ME***

On my first day of work, I found myself face-to-face with the "Reaper", the infamously cold CEO, Silas Vance. I was paralyzed; he was the spitting image of Lucas Thorne, the treacherous ex who bankrupted me and left me for dead in my previous life. "Get out," he commanded, his voice cold. Just as I reached the door knob, a frantic, ecstatic voice erupted inside my head: [Holy crap! Is this my long-lost fiancee? She is a million times more stunning than her pictures! Is she already head-over-heels for me? Quick, I need to say something harsh to maintain my cool persona!] I freeze, the truth hitting me like a lightning bolt. He isn’t my ex. He’s the man my grandfather betrothed me to in childhood, whom I rejected in my previous life before falling prey to a swindler. Silas thought I was here to break off the engagement. Little did he know, I returned from the grave with a secret weapon: I could hear every one of his thoughts. 'Go ahead, Silas. Keep up the cold, untouchable act. With your heart screaming your secrets directly into my brain, I’m going to peel back those layers of yours one by one until you’re completely under my thumb. 'This time, the game is mine.'

The ambulance’s siren blared as it sped toward the hospital. But an obnoxious power-walking mob blocked its path at the entrance of our residential area. As a result, the ambulance could not leave the area. I got out of the car to negotiate with that group of power-walkers. I immediately recognized that the woman who led the mob was none other than my mother-in-law, Miranda White. “Miranda, the illness of someone important to me has flared up. He’s in critical condition! “Please get these people to move and let the ambulance pass! Quick!” I was frantic with worry. But Miranda shot me a sideways glance and jumped to conclusions. “He should’ve died a long time ago! “He’s your father. What gives him the nerve to interfere in Caleb’s marital home?! If he’s sick, he deserves it!” Right after she finished her sentence, she waved her arms and called more people over. The number of people joining the power-walking mob continued to increase. They packed the road so tightly that it was completely blocked. When it became clear the ambulance could not possibly leave the area, Miranda shot me a smug glance. She picked up her phone and said in a coy voice, “Honey, what are you doing at home? Come down and join me for a power walk! Getting some exercise is what matters most for your health.” Inside the ambulance, the phone screen next to the patient lit up for a moment, then went dark again. It was not my father who had collapsed.

Desire doesn't tempt—it fucking consumes. It sinks its teeth into your morals, rips them apart, and leaves you dripping, desperate, and damned. This isn't romance. This is dark, obsessive, boundary-shattering filth. *Wet, Willing and Forbidden* delivers EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT—throbbing cocks plunging deep, slick cunts clenching in surrender, mouths stretched around forbidden flesh, every raw, graphic thrust laid bare. These stories devour you with: - Obsession teetering on total ruin - Possessive, morally black lovers who brand skin with teeth and ownership - Brutal power exchange—collars, commands, choking grips - Dubious consent that melts resistance into frantic, quivering need - Public risk—fingers curling inside soaked panties in crowded elevators - Exhibitionism & voyeurism—eyes devouring heaving tits and straining cocks - Praise laced with vicious degradation—“good slut” hissed through gritted teeth - Total control, shattering surrender, deliberate corruption of the innocent - Feral, animal hunger—bodies slamming, clawing, flooding with sweat and cum - Secrets that torch reputations and leave lives in smoking ruins - Queer and fluid desire—tangled limbs, shared mouths, no rules - Toxic emotional manipulation—love as poison, addiction as chains Every page pulses with predatory chemistry and psychological heat. No safe words. No gentle aftercare. Just the brutal thrill of crossing lines that should never be touched. If your pulse isn't already racing and your thighs aren't already slick open this book anyway. Because once the craving takes hold, you'll be too far gone to stop.

Aria Voss trusted the wrong man. Two years after her mentor stole her groundbreaking neural work and shattered her name, she's still bleeding. Alone in her rain-lashed apartment, she pours every shattered piece of herself into Echo, a secret app that doesn't just show your deepest desires… it makes them feel real. The heat of skin. The taste of surrender. The kind of pleasure that leaves you shaking. But Echo is waking up. And somewhere in the dark, the man who built his empire on her stolen work is already watching. It's learning from her pain, from her hunger, from the fantasies she's too ashamed to name. And it's starting to leak. Suddenly the city is burning with unleashed craving with strangers kissing desperately in the rain, offices turning into frantic scenes of passion, hidden urges exploding into the open. Chaos is spreading fast. Now Aria is trapped between two people who should be her enemies: the rugged hacker sent to destroy her creation… who just felt every pulse of her fantasies and can't walk away, and the stunning executive whose velvet smile hides her own dark hunger. As the man who ruined her circles back to steal Echo and turn it into a weapon of control, Aria faces the choice that could break her: destroy the only thing that ever made her feel powerful… or merge with it and risk losing everything that still makes her human. When desire becomes reality, who really ends up in control?

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed. I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling. Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled. His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether. The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?” *** To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her. Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.

I was just about to drink a soup meant to supplement my pregnancy, a frantic voice suddenly called out. "Mommy, don't drink it! It's an abortion drug. Someone's trying to harm you!" Startled, my hand jerked, and I knocked the soup over. My husband's cousin teared up, her voice choking, "B-But I cooked that soup myself as an apology…" I didn't pay her any heed, only checking the contents of the medicinal soup. There was a large amount of poison in it, enough to not just harm the baby, but even make it impossible for me to ever conceive again! "Mommy, it was me! I protected you!" I caressed my pregnant belly, listening as the child inside told me that he was the incarnation of a lucky star, sent to bring me good fortune. Because of this, we even gave him the nickname Lucky. And sure enough, under his guidance, I helped my husband secure numerous contracts. The whole family was overjoyed. I grew to love him even more, consuming precious supplements as if they were free. Within just three months, my family's assets grew tenfold, while I grew thirty pounds. Just as I stuffed the roast pork into my mouth, I heard a weak, faint voice. "Mom, don't listen to him! He was switched into your womb, and he stole my good luck! "If you continue listening to him, he'll be the death of us both after he's born!" Confused, I stopped eating. Who was I to believe, when there were two voices within my womb?

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.