Jjk Pumpkin Novels & Stories

There is a medical dispute at the hospital. A patient's family member comes at us swinging a knife. Without hesitating, I push my husband, Maxwell Conner, out of the way. But then, he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of his beloved junior, Karina Burton. The knife plunges straight into my abdomen, killing the baby I had just conceived. As my horrified colleagues cry and rush me toward the ICU, Maxwell violently pulls me off the gurney. He barks, "Save Karina first! If anything happens to her, I'll fire every last one of you!" The doctors are stunned and furious. "Maxwell, have you lost your mind? Karina only suffered a minor injury. Your wife is the one in critical condition!" Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I nod slowly. "It's fine. Just forget it." Maxwell, I owe you nothing after this.

Natalie is known as a countryside pumpkin, but in secret, she is a well-known magical doctor. The only motivation in her life was to avenge her mother. And the chance came when her so-called Father came to her door asking for a favour. He requested her to marry Lucian Center in her stepsister's place. She happily agreed to marry Lucian Center who lost his legs six months ago in an accident. She thought she could tame him easily, and then she would leave that poor man after taking revenge. But after marrying him she understood taming him is more dangerous and intoxicating than she ever imagined. Will she able to hide her identity from him who took oath to hunt her down.

She lied to herself. She told herself that her heart was on fire because of 'Pumpkin' Santiago's disabled daughter. Yes, she loved the beautiful damsel but she loved her father far more. But he is a notorious mafia lord, how can she be with such a man? At the end of 365 days, Bianca Forbes and her father were freed from Santiago's clutches. But he had stolen her heart. Santiago Castillo, A Russian Mafia lord and werewolf, shut his heart against Bianca because his wolf liked her. Despite his desire to have her, he let her go because he didn't want to be reminded of his roots. Both parted ways until fate brought them together again. Will they choose love this time or will they allow their sentiments to lead them again?

“I warned you, pumpkin,” he grumbled after my first cry for him to slow down. But he could tell I was lying because I couldn't stop grinding my clit against his upper thigh. I shivered when his fingers found my pussy. The touch made me realize how wet I was. He slid two fingers around my clit playfully, and it only made me moan shamelessly. I could feel the urge in my stomach, my body breathing, expecting what followed as he slid those fingers in effortlessly. “Vinicio…” I gasped. He chuckled. “You’re so wet, Laura… I won’t be gentle.” He looked up, straight through my naked body and into my eyes. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, and I’ll double it.” *** What happens when a contract of three months is not enough? When she runs away after finding out it only took one night before she could get pregnant?

My husband promised we would spend Thanksgiving with my parents this year. Right before we left, he looked down at his phone and frowned. "Damn it. I forgot to change the delivery address again. Your parents' gift basket went to Cassia's place." I stood in the entryway with my fingers frozen around my scarf. For three years of marriage, Roman DeLuca had never removed Cassia Vail's address from his shopping apps. Whenever I asked him why, he always said the same thing: "Cassia and I grew up together. She’s basically family." The Italian espresso machine I wanted went to her apartment. He said her old machine had broken anyway. The sapphire bracelet for our wedding anniversary was signed for by her. He said asking for it back after she opened it would look petty. The sunflowers and baby's breath he promised me on Valentine's Day ended up in her hands. He said she had already put them in a vase, and he couldn't give me secondhand flowers. This time, I had reminded him for two weeks. The Thanksgiving basket had a low-sugar pumpkin pie, nut-free cookies, and a custom low-sodium turkey roll for my father. I had chosen every item myself. It still went to Cassia. I kept my voice steady. "Drive over and get it back." Roman's face darkened. "She already signed for it. What do you want me to do? We'll pick up wine and pastries on the way. Same thing." "It isn't the same. Get it back." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Elena, can you stop turning every little thing into a family trial? No one makes things awkward like you do." Every time something meant for me ended up with his childhood sweetheart, I asked him to get it back. Every time, I got some version of the same answer. I stopped arguing and watched him slam the door behind him. A few minutes later, I wiped my tears and texted my attorney. [Happy Thanksgiving. Please draft a divorce agreement for me. Thank you.]