Lest We Forget

After two years of marriage, Joshua suddenly asked for a divorce.He said, "She's back. Let's get a divorce, and you can ask for whatever you want."Two years of marriage could not withstand a single turn of events. As the saying goes, 'If the ex sheds a tear, the current lover will surely lose.'Without making a fuss, Cynthia chose to comply and presented her conditions."I want your most expensive supercar.""Okay.""And the villa in the outskirts.""Deal.""And let's split the tens of billions we earned during our two-year marriage.""Excuse me, what?"

" I am pregnant," I said timidly caressing my flat belly hoping that he will be happy hearing the news. After all, he is going to be a father. He said chewing the food," Abort it." He said it so usually like it's the obvious thing to say at this situation. My eyes get watered immediately. I said crying," It's my first baby. I want to give birth to this baby." "I have told my decision already. You can never have my baby," He said finishing his food. " Why can't I have it? please, let me have it, I replied tightening my hold on my belly. He said banging his palm on the table," You will not listen like that." Saying that he dragged me towards the staircase and said creepily almost pushing me on the stairs," Just one push and the result will be same. Mistresses are for pleasure not for bearing children. So, don't forget your place." Warning - There are several mature content. If your are under 18 then don't read.

*Warning* Explicit Content Included. Adults only. They killed my parents. Turned my underaged sister as se* slave. Sold me to a brothel. It’s been 901 days until the soon to be alpha made the highest bid on my auction night. ** “You,”He leered and smirked at us. “Both of you. Get up.” I shook my head, shuddering, “Please… Please don’t–” He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me up to my feet. He grabbed Angelia with his other hand and proceeded to drag us towards the door. Angelia had gone all but silent as she was pulled along like a ragdoll. Her eyes seemed glazed over. My heart raced. “P-Please. I can give you gems! Jewelry! What about lunar flowers? We have them all. If you’d just take us back–” “How are you going to bargain with something that’s not yours anymore?” He scoffed, “Move it. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Tears streamed down my face. We were brought out of the dungeon into another section. There were no windows and the scent of sweat and tears filled the air. The man who brought us there shoved us inside and closed the door behind us as a fat, whale of a man turned towards us. I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak. He chuckled and licked his lips as he approached. He stopped at me first, grabbing my chin and leaning close to take a deep breath of my scent. He chuckled as I recoiled and shuddered in disgust. Then, he stopped at Angelia, tracing a hand over her cheek. “I love the obedient ones. Welcome girls, to my dungeon. You will call me, Dan.”

It all started with a bet, a bet George Stanley made with his ex-girlfriend, a bet that allowed Vivian to marry her secret love. George thought he could always win yet never expected, that losing Vivian would be his biggest regret. =============== I am still lying on the bed, naked, with his marks all over my body, when he drops those cold words, “Megan is back. I want a divorce.” I am shocked at how callus he can be. I haven’t told him about my pregnancy yet. What should I do now? Will he forget about Megan and carry on with this marriage if I tell him? “It is clearly stated in the contract that we can end this marriage if we don’t fall in love with each other in a year. I don’t love you, Vivian. You failed to win my heart.” He says those words with no emotions, looking into my eyes. I understand I'll never be able to replace Megan in his heart, so I decide to keep my pregnancy a secret from him. “Let’s divorce then,” I say ============ Vivian thought she would live happily with her baby away from George and his cold, heartless world. But fate had already made a different plan for her. She ultimately crossed his path. “You dared to hide my child from me. Now be ready for the consequences.” When George reappeared in Vivian's life, everything became a tornado of chaos. How was she going to keep herself and her child away from him? Would she be able to save herself from getting hurt again?

He’s the alpha king, my crush, my guardian. And he’s 20 years older than me. ** “How old are you?” “T-Twenty,” I bit my lower lip, stuttering on the lie. “I’m an adult.” I trembled but turned my head, allowing him to drag his nose along my neck and breathe in my scent. I didn’t know what I smelled like to him. Did I smell like I was lying? I held still. He shifted just a bit, seemingly retreating, and I flung my arms around his neck, holding him down. “Please, Alpha King,” I said. My voice trembled even as I tried to sound sultry. “I’m… sure I can please you.” “Do you know what happens when you lie to the Alpha King, little girl?” He knew. I should have known that he would know I wasn’t twenty. “You seem so deliberate, but I’m not interested in your offer. How about we play a game?” “A-A game?” He narrowed his eyes and gave me a slow, cruel smile. “If you win, I’ll grant you sanctuary.” My eyes widened with a spark of hope. “But if you lose….”

"You were going to be my father-in-law." This is messed up. Gripping my chin, he kisses me. "And now, I'm your plaything, someone you call daddy and get pleasure from. No one will know. Stop thinking about others, or should I stop?" he asks. Ruby, finds her fiance cheating on her, he mocks her and tells her he used her to fool his father into giving him his inheritance early. Ruby's friends suggest she makes a s*x list, which she does, and one night, she is forced to go to her ex-fiance's fathers place to get some of her items she had left there. Only, Alaric, her ex-fiances father has no idea they have split up, and is genuinely shocked when he sees the listed that Ruby created, and one moment of madness, turns into a secret affair between them. Book Two: My four brothers raised me from a young age after my parents death. Their friend Grayson had always lived with us, and I hated him. He seemed to get pleasure from telling my brothers things about me. That all changed, though, when I watched an explicit movie with him, and later found him in the shower pleasuring himself while whispering my name. My brothers will kill him, they may even kill me, but we can't stop ourselves. Something about this been forbidden, makes it so much better.

When Lola sees something she shouldn’t have, the image of her brother’s bestfriend face fucking his latest quest is forever imprinted in her mind. She can’t forget him wrapping his large hands around her neck, her soft breathy moans as he thrusted deep into her. She can’t forget the smirk that appeared on his face when he caught her, standing there and watching. But her hate for him couldn't keep her standing there. She ran... still running... But he's right behind her, doing all he could to close the pace. Give her a taste of what she fears the most.

Hana Kinsley: I am one of the few humans not born or mated into this supernatural world. As the Princess of the Bloodmoon pack, I grew up eager for that one-in-a-million chance of a mate. After two years of searching, I knew it was time to live in the human world, away from all things supernatural. I thought starting fresh at Yale was that chance to lead an ordinary life. Oh, how wrong I was. Albert, Aidan, and Isak: By any standard, our friendship is an anomaly. Vampires, demons, and angels do not mingle, yet we have been friends for three centuries. To the students and faculty here at Yale, we are just young professors who joined the staff six years ago. Every year, we choose new targets from the crops of freshmen. This year is different, as we all set our sights on the Bloodmoon Princess. Who will our bet to have her first?

They say love is sweeter the second time around. Does getting back with the same person who hurt you counts? Paige could only cry her heart out in the dark after Noah Hanson, her husband, filed a divorce just because of a foolish reason– she failed to give him a son. He wasted their one year marriage for something absurd and unreasonable. Paige tried so hard to stand on her own and forget about Noah but four months later, she found out that she’s pregnant and it's a boy. Noah Hanson, who heard the news, tried to reconcile with Paige but her heart was full of anger and pain. She would never let her foolish heart, who still yearns for her ex-husband, win again. Can Noah melt the ice that’s reigning Paige’s heart or he’ll be forever sorry and regretful his whole life?

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...