Homewrecker Book Novels & Stories

It wouldn't have been good for him to stay here if he were going to affect my work. Later, I heard that Tom had gone insane and was locked away in a psychiatric facility in the suburbs. No one was willing to pick him up, and it seemed like he would spend the rest of his life there. As for Lauren, when I heard about her, I was genuinely shocked. She took the money and ran to the casino, naively thinking she could turn things around. But she ended up losing everything and accumulating massive debt. A few days ago, loan sharks beat her up so badly she was left in critical condition.

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

"I've reported you on ten different accounts. Why aren't you banned yet? Are all homewreckers these days really this shameless? Does the law even exist anymore?" "If you were in the country, I'd teach you a lesson myself. Do you think being called a homewrecker is something to be proud of?" "Is there any Serican abroad? I'll pay you if you beat her up for me? It's so frustrating when a homewrecker acts all lovey-dovey so smugly!" "Why don't you think of it from another point of view? If you just see them as a joke, you won't be angry."

But before I could hit the dial button, the text message I received next crushed my last shred of dignity and hope. "You ugly homewrecker. No matter how you disguise yourself, you will never be his wife. You know better than anyone that you blackmailed your way to be his wife! He spent last night with me." I read, my eyes wide open. I just stare at the phone flabbergasted. "Homewrecker?" I repeat, still couldn't believe what I had just read from my phone. How on earth did I become I homewrecker when I met Ryan single? He wasn't even dating at the time we met.

It was the only way to keep both of us safe. Ana's P.O.V As I packed my few belongings into a tattered old backpack, my heart was heavy. Anthony, my former companion and the only person I could truly call a friend, couldn't even meet my gaze. His eyes were filled with pain and anger, emotions that I knew all too well. My kind, werewolves, had caused him great suffering in the past. I could understand why he felt the way he did.

, who will die for the heroine's sake. Sounds cliché, but the story continues. And it also sounded terrible, actually. There's a lot of things that I can do to prevent Penelope's death flag. And that was, to never follow Penelope's role in the novel and will live my own desired life, far from that "death flag". If I have to bring havoc to the plot, who cares, I am only living my life. Wrecking up the whole plot just to live? It's a human instinct, called survival. Let's live! Shall we?

Weaverly, yelled for him to suck it up. Mrs. Weaverly barged into his room. Jaxsen snapped his head up, the book in his hands momentarily forgotten. He could smell the alcohol on her clothes, on her breath. She grinned an evil grin and proceeded closer. The book that he had been reading had been his father’s most valued. It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again.

he moans as my tongue eagerly licks him. I love teasing my Alpha. End Book 3 The Trackers soulmate!! PLEASE REVIEW AND LEAVE ME COMMENTS. I LOVE HEARING YOUR OPINIONS

SLOANE The first thing I see when I pull up at The Whitmere Hotel is his truck. White. Lifted. Massive Tires. Every accessory he could buy in the state of Oklahoma. And who could miss that custom front bumper with the Whitmere family brand right on the front? Parked front and center crooked like it owns the place. Just like him. My pulse stutters, the breath rushing from my chest. How will this ever work? I learned a long time ago that wanting something doesn’t make it safe to choose. I can’t do this- even after ten years of telling myself I’m over Rhett Whitmere.

Fear grips Cedric and Helena's throats so violently that neither wolf dares to breathe too loudly in my shadow. My golden alpha eyes shift toward the roaring excavators as their steel claws continue to dismantle the remaining stone walls. "With Chika cleared from the sector, can this pathetic structure still be called an actual home? There is absolutely zero logical reason to keep these walls standing. Why shouldn’t my vanguard tear the entire history down to the dirt?"