Romans & histoires Homewrecker Book

The bridesmaids glance up at me, their expressions unreadable. "Yeah, I—" "She isn’t," Luca cuts in, appearing out of nowhere. He grabs my bag from the chair. "She got sick. I’m taking her home." Wren’s face falls. "Oh my, Viv, I—" "She’s asthmatic, Wren," he snaps, his grip tightening on my wrist as he pulls me toward the exit. "You guys should’ve never brought her here." I hear her murmur something to the others, something about him being overprotective, about big brothers always acting like that. The words make my stomach twist.

Turns out she's just a homewrecker he pays to sleep with him. [She spent every day pretending to be the wife of a rich man. Not only is her cover completely blown, but everything else has also blown up in her face.] Gary had enjoyed plenty of success thanks to my support. However, he also cared about his pride more than anything. Now, he was visibly falling apart. "You've gone too far, Wendy! Why couldn't we have talked about this at home?!" "At home?" I asked as I sneered coldly. "Have you ever come home?"

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

“No regrets. It is clear you have been weaving this web since you first touched the Silver Ridge. From the moment you targeted Grant Lawson, my path was carved in stone.” Sadie exhaled sharply. “You are sharper than the healers said. I see why the Alpha is so adamant about your arrival.” The transport held other wolves—foreign mercenaries. Other than the pilot, they were gorging on fermented meat and drink, howling loudly. They had the hard, cold eyes of those who lived for the kill and the coin. One of them, reeking of alcohol, prowled toward Avery. He looked her over with a scavenger’s greed.

I yelled fiercely, but they only pinched me so hard that I got even more bruises on my arms. “You’re warning us? Do you think you’re in power now?” The woman on my right pinched me the hardest, as if she wanted to yank the flesh off my arm. I gritted my teeth and hissed, “What you’re doing is a crime!” “I don’t need to pay for anything when I’m only tearing up something in my own mansion. Besides, the law also punishes homewreckers. We’re just administering justice and making society right again. We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

"There's nothing to compare between the two." Daniel frowned. "Why not? Because Mr. Crawford Junior is a man and Jessica is a woman? Gender equality is a thing these days, Mr. Winston," Rebecca said upright and fastened her seatbelt. "You were telling Mr. Crawford Junior that not only women can be homewreckers. I'd like to ask you a question. Between Jessica and I, which one of us is the homewrecker?" The air in the car suddenly froze over. Aside from the whirr of the engine, only their shallow breaths could be heard. Rebecca, of course, was not expecting Daniel to answer. She let out a self-deprecating laugh.

I could make outlines of the huts. My fingers were numb. I sat upright waiting for the fog in my vision to clear thoroughly. The effect of their crazy voodoo drink was gone. I felt more like myself now. Then it hit me. The memories. The memories I had just unlocked all came flooding in. I remembered it all now. The way I had been insane over Cara Mckay. We had been so perfect together till the accident. A biking accident over the mountains of Tibet had denied me of my most treasured memories in life.

Not having anyone to talk to, especially other women, brought on more pain. The Walkers had been right the entire time. Humans and other species were not so different from werewolves. They had different appearances and characteristics, yet they all just longed to live peacefully alongside one another. -=- It has been a while since I began this story, and I appreciate that you have reached the end. Finding Home is my first werewolf story, so forgive me if it took time to write. I apologize for taking time to write the last remaining chapters, as life and work piled too high on my plate and I couldn’t write anything creative. Thank you again for reading this far, and I hope you liked the endin

She gave him an ultimatum: her or the casinos, but he chose the casinos. Ever since then, things have never been quite the same at home. Dad’s problem has only gotten worse, but while Brit may not have faith in him, I do. I think he has the power inside him to get better, and I believe that one day, he’ll overcome this issue of his. I refuse to give up on him. When Brit and I pull up to my house, there’s an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway: an all-black Mercedes in a neighborhood that consists of mostly used cars with hundreds of thousands of miles on them. It stands out like a Great Pyrenees at a kitty daycare.