Is It Wrong To Marry Your Cousin Novels & Stories

Arielle scored the most lucrative deal of her career and decided to celebrate it with a two-week vacation touring another continent. In her plans to let loose for the first time in her life, she has a one-night stand with a fellow tourist. The next day she left him with a simple goodbye note thinking they would never see each other again. __ Thomas finally managed to squeeze a two-week vacation after five years of grueling his ass for his family business. His plans to relax take a detour when he meets a fascinating tourist enjoying herself alone. After they tangled in bed, she left him with the intention of never crossing paths again, which he is more than happy to oblige. Her non-clingy attitude increases his estimation of her. __ But fate has other plans as he turns out to be her employer for her biggest deal yet. They are both contracted to work together for the next six months. As the sparks fly, where would it lead them?

Selene is forced to Marry the rude and irresponsible Jakob Kensington after he gets involved in a fatal accident which cripples him for life.Their marriage kicks of with hatred but soon, circumstances bring them closet and Selene realizes she might be in love with him but what she doesn't know is that Jakob's heart has always belonged to Mia, his late girlfriend. Will she be able to make him fall in love with her? Will he ever be able to walk again?

She was mated to the wrong Alpha. Diora has spent years as nothing more than a shadow in her own pack, bound to Alpha Ryker, a cruel mate who treats her like a slave and punishes her love with violence. She worships him despite the abuse… until a royal visit shatters everything she thought she knew about fate. Because the moment he steps into the crimson pack , his pair of ancient golden eyes lock onto her. And the world shifts. Alpha king Asael , feared for his power, respected for his age, unmated for over a century, senses a mate’s scent for the first time in his life. Hers. But she flees in terror before he could make out her face , masking her scent with forbidden herbs, mated to the man who she hated all her life , the very man who murdered her parents, and made her a slave. Now the King is hunting for a woman he only remembers by her trembling voice and red hair. Diora hides, terrified. Hidden identity is the only way to survive because if Asael discovers the truth, he’ll claim her. And if Ryker learns she is destined for another man, his own father, it’s makes things even more complicated . But fate is merciless. When her scent returns, the Alpha King finally finds her. And the forbidden truth threatens to spark a war: She is the mate of two Alphas One who owns her body. And one who calls her soul. In a world where mate bonds rule destiny, how do you choose between the monster..… and the Enemy who aches for you?

I was the heir to a wealthy family, yet my biological parents were drowning in debt and living on the streets. Out of pity for them, I decided to give up my status as a young heir and care for my family. To help them live better lives, I worked three jobs, working myself to the bone. But one day, I discovered the truth. Their so-called "bankruptcy" was a lie. They had been living a life of luxury all along. To make matters worse, my fiancée had already gotten involved with my younger brother. I was heartbroken and devastated. I decided to return to my foster father and seek his help. To get revenge for me, he ruined my biological parents' business, bringing them down for good.

Ava Golf is the heiress of the important fashion company G&G, belonging to her grandfather, she is an intelligent, successful, and recognized woman in the world of business and fashion. So, she has never lacked a suitor, however, all the boyfriends that Ava has had, have ended up abandoning her for another woman, always thinner or younger. According to gossip, this happens because Ava is a chubby woman, with a few extra kilos and very pronounced curves. So, thanks to this, at 33 years old, Ava is still single. After her last breakup, Ava decides that she will no longer believe in love, she swears that from now on, she will only have casual encounters, no dating or thinking about marriage, and with that premise she goes out partying with her friends. That same night, she meets Alex Grand, a handsome blue-eyed man, with whom she has a casual intimate encounter and whom she never plans to see again. However, Ava's surprise is great, when the next day, she learns that the same Alex Grand with whom she slept the night before, turns out to be one of the new partners of her grandfather's company. What Ava does not imagine is that this handsome stranger will come into her life with all the intention of staying forever and giving it a 180-degree turn.

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

I was sold to the devil in a bespoke Italian suit. Andre Volkov. The Alpha of the Onyx Pack. A cold, tattooed sadist who views me as nothing more than a merger acquisition to secure his European borders. I hated him before I even met him. I hated the way his eyes stripped me bare, and I hated the shiver of fear that raced through me when he forced his ring onto my finger. I vowed to lock my heart in a cage of ice. I vowed never to let him break me. But on our wedding night, something changed. The man who came to me in the dark wasn’t the cold, loud tyrant who mocked me at the altar. He was silent. Intense. His touch wasn't just possessive; it was worshipful. Dangerous. When he sank his teeth into my neck, claiming me as his mate, I didn't push him away. I burned for him. I thought I was falling for my husband. I didn't know the Volkov bloodline carried a secret. I didn't know there were two of them. And now, I’ve been marked by the wrong brother.

“You are not going to disrespect me! She is a commoner, and I’d rather die than let you be with her!” Isaac’s father was very loud and his tone was threatening. “Then you better drop dead right now, because I’m sick of being caged by the standards and rules that this family has set for me! I’m sick of being a robot built for the sole purpose of being the heir to the Ford fortune!” Isaac spat the words in his father’s face.

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?