Homeless Honey Bun

"I crave your touch; I abandoned everything to be with you," she explained, "but why haven't you touched me yet, especially now that I'm your bride?" "You want to satisfy your body's urges," he said sulkily. "I love you," she said through tears, leaning in for a kiss. "Not so fast, honey; you're my bride, not the woman I love," he said shamelessly, brushing her hair away from his face. ------------------------------- Sansa Elsher alternates between the past and the present, taking calculated risks to liberate herself from Alpha Xavier. He not only spoiled her dream wedding, but he also bound her with the law "The Pronouncement of Wonder." Her purpose is to travel back in time and change the future by eliminating Alpha Xavier. However, changing her harsh present is no easy task. Will she win and create a life full of love and sincerity, breaking free from Xavier's suffocating grip? Her journey through time is fraught with difficulties and unforeseen events. This is the second book of the "Under The Moonlight: Alpha's Bride" series.

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]

Sharon McKinzie's husband's first love was dying. He often said to Sharon, "Sharon, Kelly doesn't have much time left. Don't be petty and hold things against her." To make up for the regrets of his past, he traveled with Kelly—through mountains and rivers, beneath starlit skies and over distant seas. He even handed over the wedding they had planned—his and Sharon's—to Kelly Walt, without shame or hesitation. Even their five-year-old son clung to Kelly. "Mommy isn't even half as pretty as Kelly," he said. "Kelly's pretty. Why can't Kelly be my mommy?" Sharon decided to grant them their wish. She left behind the divorce papers and walked away without a word. Later, her ex-husband and son knelt before her—her ex-husband full of regret, her son's cheeks streaked with tears. "Honey… please come back to us." "Mommy… do you really not want us anymore?" Just then, a handsome man wrapped his arm around Sharon's waist. "There you are, honey," he said gently. "Our son's still at home, waiting for you to feed him."

"I'm being forced to marry the Cruel Mafia Boss." Joanna Smith's idyllic existence was abruptly turned upside down when the Cruel Mafia Boss demanded she marry him. "Do you wish to know why I married a fragile woman like you?" He asked her, his voice icy. Joanna nodded, curious about why she married such a dangerous man. "You're repaying a debt, honey! A loan your father refused to repay before he died!" He laughed metaphorically, as if he'd said something amusing. "You're mine now, Joanna. I'm going to do insane things to your body, making you crave me, want more, and beg me to F**k you.

When a messy struggling downtown girl decides to take a heist with her "best friend", things turn sour when she's the only one who gets caught for stealing the billionaire's money. And his heart of stone. Two things: Don't be so quick to trust, and don't get caught. But Kiara fails horribly at both. So when financial struggles push Kal and herself into taking the easy way out, she unfortunately finds herself in the house of the biggest billionaire in the city, and is labeled a thief. Or a maid, whichever. At the end of the day, it's just a contract to save her reputation, but it's more than that to Mike. Her charms are bitter and so are his, but the combination happens to taste like Honey Caramel.

When you pair two strangers who have a lot of hidden sexual tension towards each other, it's only normal that sensual sparks would fly- as well as their clothes when they're eventually getting wild and steamy with each other. ******** Blue's every day motto was "When life throws you lemons, make lemonade. " But she currently had a lot on her plate, and none of it were delicious lemons. What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas right? Man, did Blue wish that was the truth. . Her life was rapidly falling apart! First, her fiancé had just been brutally murdered, she had also been rendered completely homeless, she was also on the run for commiting a serious felony and next she's drunk, having a wild and steamy night with a stranger in the backseat of his car. Could Blue find a sense of purpose in all the madness? At the brink of trying to escape from the chaotic mess he life has suddenly become, Blue encounters the presence of the Baron of Aston! One thing leads to another and soon, she was all royally prissy-ed up in a tall castle, married to him as the Baroness of Aston. It was definitely a fresh start to a new, unproblematic life- or so she thought. All good things come to an end. So what happens when her past comes back knocking at her door? And the stranger from that stormy night resurfaces in her life? And this time, he wanted more than just one night with her and he wouldn't take no for an answer. . .