His Nanny Mate Novels & Stories

Hell hath no fury like a rejected mate Years ago, my mate rejected me and stole my pack. Instead of licking my wounds, I set that mangy wolf on fire. The Supernatural Council executed me, and my soul went to the deepest punishment pits of Hell. That’s until the Demon King offers me an opportunity for freedom. My mate escaped Hell, and only one person knows him well enough to track him down: me. If I can find him and bring him back, they’ll move me out of the pit to a place where I can spend my afterlife in peace. Of course, I said yes, and with a fake body and an infusion of magic, I set off into the Living World. Tracking him is easy—our souls are connected, and we attract each other like magnets, but when our eyes lock, I hesitate to betray him. Griff is tall, dark, masterful, and each moment I spend with him reminds me of our bond. The air between us sizzles, and the tension burns hotter than Hellfire. Our souls resonate, and I can’t help but fall in love. But he doesn’t know I’m the mate who sent him to Hell…

When the cold Vampire Queen is betrayed and brutally murdered by Lenhandro her lover, she prays to the moon goddess fo cast their enmity aside and give her a chance to be reborn. However Xenta does not expect to find herself in the body of a chubby lowly omega slave. Then she finds herself entangled with an Alpha King who couldn't stand her quirkiness. With a war brewing, will Xenra unlock her inner abilities and return in time to stop the bastard who ripped her heart off her chest and stole her throne? Will she be able to keep the heart of the Alpha King or will fate force them apart when they are standing on opposing sides?

“I want to go back to my pack. So it will be better if you break the mate bond.” I say and he looks at me shocked. “What? Come again.” he was surprised and waiting for me to change my words. “So that’s why you are so desperate to talk to me? You want to break this bond, huh?” He comes and hovers over me. “Yes, I want to leave this pack, I want to leave you.” I try to look at his eyes and make him believe I also want this. “Dream on. I will never leave you alone,” he says and starts to walk outside. “Logan, I will leave this pack. With or without breaking this bond. So you can think if you want to suffer or not.” I say angrily and he turns around to face me. “I am not leaving you and I am not letting you leave this pack. Do you want to be with your lover? But I won’t let that happen. Until I am dead"

"I do not know whether to put a bullet in your head or fuck the life out of you Ms. Vaccarelli.." It is often said that if you treat someone like a monster they will eventually become a monster, despite their true nature and past. What if you treat a monster like an angel.. what if you treat darkness with light, will that change the past?

Zaitelle is an orphan of the Axis Clan. She has a best friend named, Kester Quiner who's soon to be an Alpha of the next generations. As she loved her best friend in secret, Waver Ross came to the scene and tries to steal Zaitelle's heart in the process. Being in that situation, a girl came into Kester's life that she doesn't expect to happen. Will she fight her feelings for years for her best friend or give way to her newly found friend? Let's help Zaitelle in coming up with a decision that will decide her future, shall we?

Shane remembers every detail of their past lives, but Adea is the key to breaking the curse that has doomed them to tragic ends. In order for the curse to be broken, Adea must choose Shane and declare her love for him. As their fiery romance intensifies, Shane holds onto hope that Adea will choose him and break the curse. But their happiness is threatened when they are faced with the man who cursed them, and Adea must decide whether to give into her feelings for him or stay true to Shane. Now, Shane and Adea must race against time to find a way to break the curse that has haunted them for centuries. Can Adea resist the pull of the man who cursed them and choose Shane, or will their love be doomed to end in tragedy once again? Content Warning: Graphic sexual scenes. *Readers of TFA, please note that Chosen Mate is an alternate storyline for The Forbidden Alpha*

Just days before her wedding to Killian Silverfang, the future Alpha of Respawn Pack, Kyra Nightingale is kidnapped, drugged, and sold to the sadistic Alpha Mason. Thrust into a brutal hunting ceremony where captive women are chased for sport, Kyra fights for her life, only to leap from a cliff rather than surrender but she never expected to be caught mid-air by a handsome silver-haired stranger with ice in his eyes and darkness in his soul.

"You killed my baby! As the Luna, I'm ashamed, and I don't want to hear the verdict. Kill her!" Damien sneered, and I felt my heart fall into my stomach. The wave of betrayal hit me so hard after Damien ordered his man to take my life without giving me a listening ear for a crime I didn't commit. I felt the sharp pain of his bullet piercing my heart. My death was his end and my beginning. ^ ^ ^ Elara Jules was betrayed, framed, and executed by the man she loved—her Mate, Alpha Damien. However, fate wasn’t done with her. Reborn, with the knowledge of her tragic past, Elara is determined to rewrite her future, seeking revenge and reclaiming the power she lost.Dark secrets unleash as Elara fights her way into redemption. Would she give it all a second chance? Will love prevail, or will revenge her??

Alpha Mark found his fated mated at the the most inconvenient time. Random muders, pack attacks, Lunas dieing, and female pups being kidnapped. My mate sees what no one can. The twinkling in her eyes, and smirk on her face, makes her seem playful. But, playing with Stasia might get me burned. Stasia, is human, a friend to werewolves, and smells of home. I am fucked.

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.