Heavy Makeout

"She is a fool. It was as easy as fucking." Lucien smirked and my heart started to pound heavily against my chest, especially when he began advancing towards me with murderous intent. What was going on? What did they mean by their words? "L-Lucien, why is she h-here?" I choked as he reached forward to grab me by the neck. Malia laughed as I struggled to breathe, my airways being blocked as Lucien tightened his grip on my neck. He raised me up over the cliff and I was dangling in the air, a feeling of dread going through me as I could see my death. I kicked and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let me go when he flung me against the nearest tree hard. I coughed blood as I crashed into the tree heavily, my body hurting as I collapsed to the floor. I tried to talk but my mouth felt too heavy, my eyes widening in disbelief as I watched Lucien bring out a sharp knife. He opened my mouth and brought out my tongue while Malia kept laughing, pointing at me with a smug look on her face. I was still confused. What was going on? Was Lucien being controlled? "I reject you, Nadia, as my mate and future Luna," He growled as he sliced my tongue off.

"He didn't show! Alpha Damon has spat on our pack's honor! He must be refusing the alliance!" A glass shattered, and I nearly collapsed in terror. "Rumor says he hasn't found his mate. Perhaps he needs more... options," my father's voice slithered in. A heavy silence followed. I held my breath, praying not to be discovered-until Blake's father spoke again, turning my blood to ice. "Alysia….. your daughter is quite beautiful, isn't she?" What?! What were they implying? Were they planning to offer me to that powerful Alpha?! My father hated me—he'd agree in a heartbeat. *** Accused of killing their mother by her sister, Alysia is despised by the whole pack. Running away immediately she turned 18 felt like the breakthrough she needed but things didn’t go as planned as she stumbled upon her formidable and powerful mate who despised her and dashed her new found hope as he rejected her on the spot. Alysia is in a dilemma as the past catches up with her, secrets of decades were exposed. With a deadly trap set by her sister, it’s up to Alysia to navigate her life through all the life-threatening dilemmas.

Used, insulted, tricked. I've been happily married to HIM for three years. Although his family has always been mistreating me and believes that I don't deserve him, I didn't care. The warmth of HIS LOVE and CARE is enough for me to stay — OR SO I THOUGHT. In our 3rd wedding anniversary, that hope is smashed as my heart have been teared into pieces. The gift that he gave me will forever be engraved in my memory— the sight of him on top of another woman in our own bedroom. And as if that wasn't enough, he even insulted and humiliated me in front of his mistress before throwing the divorce papers on my face. Turns out that he never loved me, not even once. I'm just a temporary replacement, and now that the woman he truly loves is back, he no longer need me thus he discarded me life piece of trash. Enraged and broken, I left with a heavy heart. I was cornered, with no other choice but to go back to the place where I truly belong. After so many years of hiding, running, and pretending, it turns out that I'll still come crawling back to the place that I once ran away from.

The night my husband, William Costello, was assassinated by his enemies was supposed to be a celebration—our wedding anniversary. I was dressed in his favorite red dress, waiting for him, when the phone rang. "Mr. Costello was shot at the harbor. The bullet went through the back of his head. He died on the spot." I collapsed to the floor. I clung to his belongings, mourning for a week straight. We even lost our unborn child during this time. Everyone said William and I were true love. Even the Don himself came to the funeral, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder with a sigh. He said, "All of Blackhaven knows you were the only woman he ever loved." Grief nearly destroyed me. I stood at the river's edge, ready to follow William into the afterlife. However, I overheard my sister-in-law, Emily Hawkins, leaning into my brother-in-law, Jones Costello, her voice dripping with a twisted affection. She purred, "William, I love you so much. Between Nina and me, who do you think is sexier?" "Of course it's you, babe!" came the husky reply. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and my body trembling. Why was Emily calling my brother-in-law by my husband's name?

In the seventh year of my relationship with Ruby Carrington, she picks me up from work in the heavy downpour one evening. When I open the door to the front passenger seat, I notice a puddle of water on the seat. A strand of short hair is there as well. Ruby grips the steering wheel without even looking at me. "I just dropped off an intern from the project department at his home. He didn't bring an umbrella with him, so he was drenched." As I sit on the damp seat, I feel my heart slowly going cold as well. "Ruby, you knew very well that I'm severely germaphobic." Ruby just chortles in response. Her tone is filled with impatience and exhaustion. "It's just a seat, isn't it? He's younger and funnier than you, not to mention he's also more handsome than you even when he's drenched in the rain. "I tried having a relationship with him. Being with him is definitely a lot more interesting than with you. But I'll still marry you, though. As long as you pretend not to know anything about my affair, we can keep this relationship going." Rain continues streaking down the window outside, and yet, I find the air inside the car even more suffocating than the rain itself.

Ayah Russell gave up everything for love. For ten years, she endured a cold marriage, believing that one day her husband, Ethan Evans, would finally choose her. Instead, he chose another woman—again and again—until the night Ayah lost the child she had kept secret. When betrayal becomes too heavy to bear, Ayah signs the divorce papers and walks away. But fate has other plans. A car accident leaves her with retrograde amnesia, erasing the last ten years of her life. In Ayah’s mind, she is still eighteen—the proud heiress of the powerful Russell family, and still deeply in love with her first love. Bryan Mitchell. The man who also happens to be her ex-husband’s greatest rival. Seeing an opportunity, Bryan proposes a shocking deal: a marriage that will shake the entire elite circle. Now the heiress who once loved blindly has returned—stronger, fiercer, and no longer willing to be anyone’s second choice. But as old memories slowly resurface, Ayah will discover that the truth behind her marriage, her accident, and the people around her is far darker than she ever imagined. And this time… the one who will regret everything might be the man who once threw her away.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, aware of the heat from his body, rolling off in waves. Awareness swept through me, my stomach clenched and wetness flooded my core as I felt his nearness; and I sighed. He gripped a handful of my hair with an oath and brought his mouth down on mine, his hard lips slanting as they claimed my mouth. His heavy, strong body forced me against the wall and I trembled with need and fear… I was rigid for a while, unable to understand what was happening. My body begged me to hold his shoulders, to stroke him, to let go. But my almost Puritanical upbringing made me stay stiff and resistant. Till he sank his teeth into my lower lip and I opened my mouth in a gasp. * When the cynical, jaded Mafia Don Lucien Delano, meets eighteen-year-old, Proserpina Martinez, she falls in love with him without realizing that she is just a plaything for him. By the time she comprehends the reality, it is too late. Pregnant and alone the spirited young woman does something that takes the Don by surprise. She runs away. What happens next? Read it to find out how the stormy, passionate lovers battle their emotions and themselves. *

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY ADULT THEMES OF BULLYING AND MISTREATMENT + MATURE(18+) EROTIC CONTENT. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Three kingdoms. One untouchable lycan king. And a fated mate he swore to end the next time he laid eyes on her. Theodosa Fane thinks she knows what it means to suffer—That’s until she meets Xahen Ithorno. She has no idea who he is. But Xahen knows her all too well. She was his mate once, twice, and now a third time. Each encounter ended with her trying to kill him. Now, according to Xahen, she has returned for her third strike. But Xahen is no longer forgiving enough to give his mate another chance. And Theodosa has no recollection of ever meeting Xahen. She sees him as the ruthless king who ruled over the darkest island in the realm. And he sees her as a woman hellbent on putting him six feet under. To Theodosa, their paths should never have crossed. But Xahen has waited for her to resurface for a hundred years. To punish her. To maim her spirit. To break her soul. Xahen Ithorno’s third mate has come up for air, once again in the form of Theodosa Fane. And this time, he planned to execute her before she had the chance to deceive him a third time.

Nico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."