Hung Jocks

My mother once told me that someday I would find the one person I was destined to spend forever with. I found him and he rejected me because he thought I was too weak. Forced to leave the only home I knew, I did so with my head hung low. As it turned out, the Moon Goddess had other plans for me in the form of three mates. I had to fight for what I wanted and show rveryone that despite being an Omega, I was stronger than they thought. But I wasn't sure if I would make it. I just knew that I had to fight, for myself, and for others they considered to be weak. *** Age gap, slow burn, shifter reverse harem novel with mature content ***

On the eve of my wedding, I was run over by my fiance's childhood friend. My life was in danger. My best friend tried to call my fiance, but he hung up directly. He sent her a text message. "Ruth is sick. I don't have time." My best friend then called her boyfriend who happened to be a well-connected celebrity. However, he said, "Ruth is sick. She needs me by her side right now." After a night of resuscitation, we looked at each other in the ward and spoke at the same time. "I don't want to get married." To our surprise, both our fiances went crazy when they found out we called off our weddings.

Miya led a pretty normal life, went to school, hung out with friends you know the norm. But her pretty normal life was about to be turned on its head when she met the gang leader Charlie Wilson. Everyone in town knew who he was and what he was capable of, but Miya was to learn first hand what really goes on. She gets swept up into his life, where things from her past start to make a reappearance, lies and family secrets start to unravel before her eyes. Causing her to wonder, maybe her and this "bad guy" aren't so different after all. Read on to find out if this pretty normal girl, can survive falling in love with the gang leader. *Incredible cover made by KhushiArora3

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

In the cozy condo, Ace's confession hung in the air, thick with emotion. Isabella, her heart pounding, leaned in and whispered, "Ace, I love you too." Their love ignited like a long-awaited spark, but across town, tension simmered in Isabella's apartment. Avery had grown suspicious, her patience worn thin by Isabella's evasions. With a swift, shocking motion, Avery's hand met Isabella's cheek in a stinging slap. "Tell me the truth, Isabella," Avery demanded, her eyes blazing with fury, "or our friendship ends right here." The room quivered with the weight of their confrontation, secrets on the verge of shattering. In a world where love and secrets collide, their destinies intertwined, the truth became the key to unlocking a tale of passion, friendship, and redemption.

Taking his place on the throne, the King crowned his golden girl his queen. I, on the other hand, was granted two choices—retire from court with a hefty fortune or be his kept mistress in the dark. Choosing neither, I hung myself on the clothesline right outside the laundress quarters. I had been sent back twenty years in time, tasked by the System to conquer four targets. I’d just blown the last target and my final chance to complete the quest. The System notified me that following the death of my flesh, my consciousness would return to the modern world, back to the arms of my family. Just as I closed my eyes, the desperate cries of my name caught my attention.

"Daddy? When are you coming home? Mommy's on the bed, and she won't wake up." Luca's voice shook, breaking up with tiny, hiccuping sobs. "If she's not getting up, wake her. She's just being lazy, " Bill barked. "Look, I'm busy. Go ask your mom if you need something, and stop calling me for every little thing!" Then he hung up, just like that. He was too busy flirting with his secretary to care. Me? Luca? We weren't even on his radar. What he didn't know was that I was already dead. But later, when reality slammed into him like a truck, he clung to my photo, sobbing and begging me not to leave. Too late.

Who said perfection was overrated? To Mattie Wilcox, Brad Sumners has always been the epitome of perfect-the perfect football star, the perfect poker player, the perfect high school crush. But who knew crushes could last so long? Because all these years, Mattie's still as hung up on Brad as she was when she was younger. She knows she has to get over him....but how? When Brad suddenly shows up on her doorstep asking for help, Mattie knows what she has to do. After all she's never been one to turn away a friend in need...and with luck, she'll take care of a few needs of her own. This is her chance to get Brad out of her system for good. And she's sure they'll both find the experience perfectly satisfying....

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."

On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music." Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped, "Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight." I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi? I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?" A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?" I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.