I Will Hug Him And Squeeze Him Novels & Stories

I let a stranger destroy me in a hotel room. Two days later, I walked into my internship and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk. Now I fetch coffee for the man who made me moan, and he acts like I’m the one who crossed a line. *** It started with a dare. It ended with the one man she should never want. June Alexander didn’t plan to sleep with a stranger. But on the night she celebrates landing her dream internship, a wild dare leads her into the arms of a mysterious man. He’s intense, quiet, and unforgettable. She thought she’d never see him again. Until she walks into her first day at work— And finds out he’s her new boss. The CEO. Now June has to work under the man she shared one reckless night with. Hermes Grande is powerful, cold, and completely off-limits. But the tension between them won’t go away. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep her heart and their secrets safe.

When Alpha heir, Eddie Beaumont finally feels the pull of the one fated to love him forever, he expects a woman. A luna to stand beside him, strengthen the pack,, like his mother did for his father. But fate laughs. The moon goddess makes her first mistake. Because the scent that calls to him, the person that makes his soul sing, is a man. Noah Harrow. A brooding man who hates the world and seems to hate Eddie even more. Noah wants nothing to do with Eddie, and this should make him happy, after all, there has never been a man with another man for a mate. But Noah is all he can think about, his mind is consumed with the one man who wants nothing to do with him. With every rejection Noah sends his way, Eddie wants to own him even more. But somethings are better off leaving them alone, which Eddie will soon enough, find out.

Within the circle, everyone knew I had been Leo’s most devoted, submissive admirer. For thirteen years, I chased him relentlessly, transforming myself from an uneducated, middle-school-dropout, illegitimate child of a wealthy family into an Ivy League economics master’s graduate. Only then did his mother finally acknowledge me, and I became Mrs. Smith. However, after the wedding, I no longer meddled in Leo’s company, cooked, or served him. While he stayed up late planning strategies for his first love, I traveled the world with friends. He would accompany her to Paris fashion shows, and I celebrated my cat’s birthday at home. I understood that a commercial marriage could never produce love. Everything I had poured my heart into was just my own foolish obsession. In my past life, I handled his company’s internal conflicts for him. Yet, he frowned, scolding, “You’re reaching too far.” I cooked soups for his stomach ailments, only to see him hand them off to his overworked first love, brushing it off, “She works harder than I do.” Even on the day I had a car accident, he lit fireworks across the city just to see her smile. I begged him, but he looked down at me from above. “Nicole, what we have is only a transaction.” Then, I opened my eyes and found myself back at our engagement banquet, watching him leave midway to comfort his heartbroken first love. This time, I did not chase after him. Instead, I picked up the microphone and said before all the guests. “Sorry, everyone. My engagement with Leo is canceled.”

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

She loved him for eight years. He never chose her once. The day she finally walked away, Daniel Ashford realized the one thing he had never prepared for—losing her. But by then, Maya Voss was already gone. And the woman who came back… was someone he never saw coming. But when love returns, will she choose him again?

I fell asleep in my CEO girlfriend"s office. When I woke up, I found two large words tattooed across my face that read 'Old Bachelor'. Sophie Spark's assistant, Joshua Payne, was holding a tattoo pen, looking at me with a provocative smile. "You've been with Sophie for ten years and she still hasn't married you. That makes you a pathetic bachelor, doesn't it?" I smashed the mirror on the spot. The shards scattered like rain toward Joshua. The next second, Sophie rushed in and shielded him behind her. She frowned at me, her voice full of impatience. "He's just a young guy joking around. What right does that give you to pick on him?" I stared at her open collar. On her chest was a faint red mark. Looking closer, in the shadow of her cleavage, I could make out the words 'I Love Joshua'. Joshua peeked out from behind her, acting cute as he spoke. "Sophie was worried I'd be bored, so she specially bought me a tattoo pen that won't wash off. I was just joking around. You're not that petty, are you?"

I've been married to Shawn Ford for three years, and he's humiliated and insulted me throughout. When he's with his friend, he brags, "The woman my Uncle Cameron can't have is licking my boots. I want to laugh whenever I see her sucking up to me." It wouldn't ever occur to him that I'm frequently in his uncle's bed, covered in hickeys and love bites he leaves on my body.

I never believed vampires existed. They were only myths created for entertainment and scaring little children. That belief began wavering when I met the man who could change the color of his eyes at will. After several encounters, I stopped believing that it was just a coincidence and that he really had Supernatural abilities- abilities that vampires were rumored to have. What if I had been wrong all these years? What if Vampires did exist?

Thandiwe's the sweetest girl you could ever meet, big brown eyes, perfect smile. She loves writing, cats and k drama. She's the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect friend. Perfect except for her toxic love life, her attachment issues have her clinging to the wrong guy and she can't seem to let him go. Perhaps it's the way he holds her close, the way he always leaves her breathless and begging for more, the way he's the only one who truly brings out the other side of her. One thing is certain though she's wrapped around he's little finger and she's not sure if she could ever get out. Until she mets Jason Miller, lead singer of one of the most world known rock bands. Their relationship seems friendly at first but being friends with a rockstar changes her life in ways she couldn't have ever imagined. Jason also seems to have he's own demons that need taming. Is he the one to finally mend her broken heart or are they better off just staying best friends?