Novelas y relatos de Johnny Lawrence X Reader

Chance takes another drink of beer and points his finger at Alex. "I bet you can't." Alex doesn't understand why they think it is such a big deal. He can go without s*x if he wanted to. He just doesn't want to. What is so wrong with that? They should be thankful. It keeps him entertained and relaxed. Alex points his finger back at him. "I bet I can." Will Alex find it as easy as he thinks it will be to win the bet? Or will he run into some obstacles along the way? One of which is a tan muscular man who is willing to help Alex with whatever Alex needs, but is the man's help to win the bet or to win Alex?

Werewolves? Werewolves weren't real right? Leah Wilson is thrust into a world she didn't know existed. Moving from her home in Florida and setting up a new life in Texas with her gran things aren't all what they seem. Throw two witty bestfriends and a hot Alpha male into the mix and watch how it all unfolds. Leah is human but instantly feels a connection to Jake! She doesn't understand why but she knows something doesn't add up. Follow her journey and watch how her life begins to change in front of her eyes. Jake - arrogant, aggressive, maybe a little bit of an asshole! This story will contain s*x scenes and swearing.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ [This story contains strong sexual content. This book is intended for mature readers (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] To walk in on my husband fucking another woman was the last thing I wanted to do…! The night Allison catches her Alpha husband cheating is the night she stops being his. When she comes back stronger, richer and far more desired, Derek realizes too late that losing her was the biggest mistake of his life. But she isn’t alone anymore. Jacob... the dangerous irresistible Beta... wants her without conditions, without control and without regret. Torn between a man who broke her and a man who awakens her, Allison must decide whether passion is worth the risk… or if love under the moonlight always comes with blood…

"If you don't turn the fuck around and look at me, I'll pull the fucking trigger in my head." Reader Discretion Is Advised, this is not your average love story. The first 27 chapters will draw you in gently, revealing the cracks in Camilla's world, the men who twist her fate, and the fire she never knew she carried. But don’t mistake the slow burn for softness. She learns. She hardens. She rises. From there, things shift. Love turns darker. Desire gets sharper. Violence isn’t just background, it’s survival. And the romance? It’s messy, fierce, and utterly addictive. If you’re here for morally gray men, vulnerable but fiery heroines, and a plot that doesn’t hold back... welcome. This book will hurt you, heal you and leave you breathless.

Trigger warning: Hardcore and 18+ content, reader discretion is advised. Lavinia is the Alpha's daughter but she has been locked up in a cottage in the forest her entire life. She was never told the reason why and the extent of her full potential was hidden away from her. After 18 years of being hidden away, she is finally allowed her freedom but it comes with a price, she'll have to marry the Prince of a rival pack. She makes the sacrifice for her freedom and meets Rylan, her arranged mate. He seems to be all that she could have ever dreamed of, her life seems to be going perfectly for the first time but is everything truly as it seems? What dark secrets could they be hiding from her? What exactly is the mystery behind the cursed wolf?

Dear reader, you have been warned. This isn't your regular romance... In fact, it's not romance at all. These are unapologetic stories of pleasure, lust, power and obsession. These men and women will infiltrate your thoughts, your mind and your body, and they will do so without your permission. Every word is spoken out of sinful desire, and every action will leave you dripping from your core, ready to burst. Are you ready to go down this rabbit hole where the line between lust and moral is drawn? If you are not, then leave while you still can, but if you are, then go ahead and turn the pages, be ready to have your darkest desires dug out and explored. .... Trigger warnings! BDSM LGBTQ content. DOMINANT AND SUBMISSIVE. TABOO/STEP SIBLINGS AND STEP PARENTS. STALKING AND KIDNAPPING. EXPLICIT SEX SCENES.

After three years of marriage, I finally got pregnant—my mafia husband treated me like his queen. Every day felt like heaven, until she came back—his first love, Eloise Rosenveil. On his birthday, after answering Eloise’s usual call, he turned to me and said softly, “Darling, you’ve been working so hard carrying our child. There’ll be too many people at the party—I don’t want you to get hurt.” But that day wasn’t just his birthday. It was our one-thousandth day of marriage. So I decided to surprise him anyway. I baked a mango cake and went to the party. Only to find him playing a kissing game with Eloise, surrounded by laughter and cheers. When he rushed to explain himself, Eloise, consumed by jealousy, pushed me—and I lost the baby. With the child gone, my heart died too. Since he had always loved his first love, I decided to grant his wish and walk away. But why… why did Lawrence lose his mind searching for me everywhere after I left?

I've returned to the country on the night of New Year's Eve. At the welcoming party, my girlfriend, Sabrina Monroe, suddenly produces a diamond ring and goes down on one knee. "Although this proposal is delayed by three years, our love is never late. Will you marry me, Colin Lawrence?" All of our friends begin cheering on us. Everyone is practically waiting for me to nod and accept Sabrina's proposal with tears in my eyes. They've completely forgotten about the fact that I prepared a lavish marriage proposal for Sabrina on New Year's Eve three years ago. Back then, she had told me that she'd show up on time. But that night, I was the only one present in a fancy suit. I waited the whole night for Sabrina, and yet she never showed her face. All I received was a phone call. "Matthew has fallen ill. I'm too busy taking care of him, and I can't leave his side at all. Let's put a raincheck on the marriage, yeah?" So, I left the country on New Year and accepted the marriage alliance my family had arranged for me. This means I'm already married to someone else for three years.

Amanda Gordon, my girlfriend, could never get quantities right. She always purchased one extra of everything. On our dates, she always ordered for three. “Oops, I ordered too much. Why don’t we invite Kevin too?” On my birthday, she bought two gifts. “Oops, I bought one too many. Why don’t we give it to Kevin?” After a while, I grew used to it and simply accepted that as my new normal. On the day of our wedding attire fitting, Amanda suddenly reached out and stopped me. “Leigh, the suit I designed for you is over there. This one is for the best man. I had it made for Kevin.” I looked up at the best man’s suit in front of me. It was sharply tailored, with clean, structured lines and tiny silver crystals set into the collar. The groom’s suit she had left for me, meanwhile, was plain, wrinkled, and stained. I finally decided to leave her at that moment. She had given the only bespoke suit she could commission to Kevin Burg. There was nothing left in this relationship worth holding on to. I quietly looked at my phone and sent a message to my former professor, Lawrence Hindle, who lived far away in Westmere. [Dr. Hindle, does your institute still have an opening for me?]

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."