Letter For Anniversary To Boyfriend Novels & Stories

His Sister's Boyfriend Cole Ashford is rich, ruthless on the ice, and used to getting what he wants. The one thing he can't have? His sister's boyfriend. Jay Menisa works double shifts, designs logos for scraps, and doesn't owe anyone a smile. He's dating Maya sweet, trusting, wonderful Maya. But from the first dinner, Cole and Jay lock into something that isn't quite hate. It's stares that last too long. Sarcasm that masks hunger. Accidental touches that leave both of them breathless. Cole tries to bury it. He's a hockey captain with an NHL future. He can't want a man. He can't want her man. But every time Jay laughs, every time those calloused hands wrap around a coffee cup, Cole's resolve cracks a little more. Jay knows better. He's not rich. He doesn't

The harassment that Nara experienced during OSPEK made her half hate her died with a man named gnats. The senior brother who doubles as the head of the BEM took the opportunity when he lay unconscious due to the heat. He's a stranger pervert! Living quietly as an ordinary student failed miserably. Nara was horrified by feeling has a tail named gnats. The man turned into a paparazzi and crazy psychopath with a handsome face. Before the girl had the chance to go to the shaman asking for a magic charm To stop getting annoying annoyances, Gnats first offered him a surprising deal. But the thing that made Nara even more surprised was the fact that he was willing to accept the offer that Gnats made.

In Dean Murray's eyes, Rachel Gray was a ruthless gold digger who would go to any lengths for money, even setting traps and faking a pregnancy to force a marriage. Therefore, Dean had never treated her well after they got married. Rachel endured this for a long time but finally decided to file for divorce on their third anniversary. "How much more do you want?" Dean said with a dark expression. "I don't have time to play these childish games with you." "Not a penny," Rachel replied calmly. She thought they would never intersect again, but not long after the divorce, Dean appeared before her once more. "If you regret it, I might consider giving you another chance." Rachel responded, "Thank you, but I'm good."

One sarcastic TikTok. That’s all it took to turn Lila’s perfectly average high school life into a full-blown circus. When her private joke about Jason Cole—the most popular (and most irritating) guy in school accidentally goes viral, everyone suddenly believes they’re dating. Jason, of course, plays along. Why wouldn’t he? He gets attention, free perks, and his ego boosted to the size of the football field. But now Lila’s stuck in a deal she never wanted: pretend to be Jason’s girlfriend for a month in exchange for something she needs. Simple, right? Except Jason isn’t making it simple. He’s charming when he wants to be, annoyingly sweet when she least expects it, and suddenly Lila can’t tell what’s fake and what might actually be real. High school was complicated enough without fake boyfriends, viral rumors, and confusing feelings. But falling for Jason Cole? That was never part of the plan.

"She's mine. Of all the storage rooms in all the world, she has to walk up to mine. Even when she can't see me, she senses me. And every time she runs away from me, she ends up coming into my arms. She'll be punished. Then, she'll understand. Once a Lycan finds his mate, nothing in this world, nothing supernatural or human, will stop me from making her mine." My boyfriend isn’t human, not completely.
 He's a werewolf. To be more specific, he's a Lycan- the werewolf royalty. For over three hundred years, his family had one purpose in life. Find me, the only female born to be his. But there's only one problem. I'm a human being. The instinct of lust and desire bonds us together, but the strings of life keep tearing us apart. The impossible cross-species love. The extravaganza of life. Two restless souls. So close, yet so apart. When love becomes a curse, nobody is supposed to get out alive. But we will survive. Because lovers never die.

Laura was a successful lady, but she didn't count marriage as something Important In her life, but she started facing family gathering oppression, and being single at thirty-four turned Into a mockery In all the social gatherings she attends, Laura decided to rent a boyfriend named Clifton to accompany her to the kid's sister's wedding To avoid mockery, Laura and Clifton later got along, let's read on and understand how Laura and Clifton first met before Laura seize the opportunity to rent Clifton to a wedding party, and what later happened to them,

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.

Raisel Alaric Warden, a devoted wife, loves caring for her husband, Alaric Warden, a millionaire businessman at Warden Company. They fell in love in college and have been happily married for three years. However, Raisel’s world was shaken when she discovered that Alaric had feelings for Davina, his secretary, from their university days. Though initially unworried, Raisel noticed Alaric’s growing absence at events. At a social gathering, Raisel’s best friend, Hazel, noticed her solitude. “Why are you by yourself?” Hazel asked, handing Raisel a drink. “Alaric was busy,” Raisel replied, masking her unease. As they spoke, Raisel saw Alaric with Davina, their affection evident. When Davina kissed Alaric’s cheek, causing a stir among photographers, Raisel’s heart sank. “What is this all about?” Raisel asked, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Raisel, but I want a divorce. I love Davina,” Alaric confessed, as tears filled Raisel’s eyes and cameras flashed around them. Overwhelmed, Raisel fled, only to be caught by strong arms—those of Soren Dalton, her best friend and billionaire businessman, whom she hadn’t seen in five years. “Soren,” Raisel whispered. Understanding the situation from a video his bodyguard showed him, Soren’s expression turned cold, his glare fixed on Alaric, Davina, and the paparazzi. “Remember in college, when I pretended to be your boyfriend to keep other guys away? Let’s do that again,” he whispered in her ear. Torn between the past and present, Raisel looked between Soren and Alaric, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Mmm, fuck… That was the sound I heard one night when my mom’s new boyfriend was fucking her senseless through the thin walls of our house. Just two months after my dad left, Marcus moved in — tall, ripped, and dripping with raw, cocky confidence. From the very first day, when I opened the door in my tight tank top and caught him staring hungrily at my full, heavy tits and pointy nipples, I knew he was trouble. But nothing prepared me for the nights. Night after night, their room becomes a den of pure filth. The bed slams against the wall like a drum. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air as he pounds into her — skin slapping loudly, her desperate moans turning into broken screams of “Yes, Daddy! Harder… give me that big cock!” while he growls back, “You love taking this dick, don’t you, you dirty little slut?” I lie in my bed just down the hall, panties soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much it turns me on. I try to resist. I really do. But soon my hand is sliding down my stomach, fingers circling my swollen clit as I picture myself in her place. I imagine Marcus’s strong hands gripping my hips, his thick, throbbing cock stretching me wide open, fucking me deeper than my mom could ever handle. I ride my vibrator furiously to the rhythm of their fucking, biting my pillow so they won’t hear me cum… but I always do. How long before I stop just listening… and let my mother’s boyfriend fuck me instead?