Lip Biting While Kissing

After one soul-crushing breakup, Summer Peterson—quirky, invisible, heartbroken—swore she’d never fall again. But secrets don’t care about promises. Especially not the kind hiding in her best friend’s older brother. Hayden is everything she shouldn’t want. Dangerous. Magnetic. Off-limits. But one forbidden kiss was all it took to unravel her. Now every stolen moment pulls her deeper—into a twisted affair of obsession, lies, and betrayal. Hayden doesn’t just touch. He marks. He owns. And he’s hiding a secret that could destroy them both. Someone is watching. Someone who wants her. And someone who will do anything to tear them apart. Loving him might ruin her. Leaving him might kill her. How do you run from the boy who’d burn the world to keep you? And how far will she go for a love that was never meant to save her? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING – MATURE CONTENT AHEAD This story doesn’t hold back. It dives deep into explicit sexual content, intense emotional trauma, abuse, violence, and psychological manipulation. This content is strictly for 18+ audiences. If you proceed, do so with your eyes wide open. You’ve been warned.

Rogues suddenly attacked the werewolf hospital. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, rushed over. Everyone thought he had come to protect me. But he rushed straight to his teammate Ayla, completely oblivious to the rogue behind him raising a dagger. Without thinking, I lunged forward and pushed him out of the way. But to my surprise, he grabbed me and held me in front of his childhood friend. The dagger pierced my abdomen, killing our pup. When my colleagues tried to save me, my mate, Paolo Greco, pulled them away. “Save Ayla first! If anything happens to her, I’ll sue your hospital in the werewolf court!” My colleagues looked at him in shock. “But your mate is bleeding heavily! She can’t even stand up now! Ayla only has a cut on her arm; her condition isn’t critical.” I clutched my bleeding abdomen. Heartbroken, I told my colleagues to save her first. “Forget it. Save her first.” Paolo, you saved my life once. I am returning the favor. From that moment, we owe each other nothing. We should never meet again.

I once thought Jareth was the love of my life. He said "Mom's in the hospital," but then turned around and kissed Lily in the VIP seats at the concert; when his bipolar disorder flared up, he was violent with me, but then told Lily, "You’re such a good girl"; he had videos with Lily saved on his phone, and in the chat records, he called me "the cold, emotionless finance robot." Five years of love, ruined in his lies and betrayals. He thought I would cry and scream, but all I did was watch him finish his final act. When he knelt on the ground and said, "I was wrong," what I handed him was the merger agreement: "Sign it. This is the first debt you owe me." Those broken hearts will eventually turn into sharp blades that will pierce him. And I will rise from the ruins, living more beautifully than anyone else.

Loving Murphy Townsend was a secret Gemma Kirk could never share. Murphy was not just anyone—he was her uncle. She was the cherished rose he nurtured, but he was the forbidden love she could never confess to.

My ex-boyfriend’s first love insisted on dragging me onto the drop tower ride, which caused me to have severe bleeding from the trauma. When it happened, he used her fear of blood as an excuse to cover her eyes and hurry away, abandoning me in a pool of blood. In that critical moment, Steven Landers, the amusement park designer, rushed me to the hospital just in time. After losing the baby, I was completely devastated. Then to my surprise, he got down on one knee at the amusement park and proposed, promising me happiness for the rest of my life. After we got married, I became pregnant again. But I accidentally stumbled across his chat with a ride maintenance worker. "Mr. Landers, your wife already lost a child because of Miss Smith. You mentioned she has difficulty getting pregnant, so why are you pulling the same trick to get her on the drop tower again?" Steven casually touched his wedding ring and replied, "She's the reason Anne can never be a mother, so I absolutely won't let Myla give birth to a child that would upset her." "But that's your child too! How can you do this?" "So what? This is what she owes Anne. The drop tower is the perfect way to make it look like an accident. Tomorrow is Myla's birthday, and I'll personally take her on the ride. If she tries to run, I need all of you to help catch her!" So that was his plan all along—to use the drop tower to cause another "accident" and make me lose my baby!

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.

When the yacht was sinking, and only one spot was left on the lifeboat, Hendrix Zuckerman chose me. I was rescued, but Yana Bridgeton didn’t make it. She couldn’t wait for the second lifeboat and drowned in the ocean, her body lost forever. Hendrix pretended not to care and went through with our wedding as planned. For five years after our marriage, he trampled me into the dirt, blaming me for Yana's death. When I couldn't take it any longer and wanted a divorce, he decided to die with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the yacht accident happened. This time, I’ve decided to give the chance to survive to the one he loves most.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

Max Exsten; pria berusia 36 tahun ini memiliki paras yang tampan sehingga membuat siapapun tergila-gila akan ketampanannya. Selain itu, Max merupakan seorang duda beranak dua bernama Jessie Exsten dan Jasper Exsten. Jessie dan Jasper merupakan anak kembar yang berbeda jenis kelamin yang dilahirkan dari rahim seorang wanita cantik bernama Tiffany Austin.Tiffany harus menghembuskan napasnya saat usia kedua anaknya masih sekitar 1 tahun, karena mengalami kecelakaan dan mayatnya tak kunjung ditemukan hingga usia Jessie dan Jasper sudah mencapai 5 tahun. Dan di usia seperti itu, mereka pasti akan membutuhkan seorang ibu, namun Max tak kunjung memenuhi keinginan anak-anaknya. Bagi Max, menikah lagi bukanlah prioritasnya saat ini. Yang menjadi prioritasnya adalah Jessie dan Jasper. Hingga kedatangan seorang wanita berwajah sama dengan Tiffany pun membuat hati seorang Max tidak tenang. Bagaimana mungkin orang yang sudah mati bisa hidup kembali? Ikuti terus kisahnya dan temukan jawabannya ^^

I stare at her while she's bent down. "Are you deaf?" I asked her again and she didn't answer me. "Hey!" I can't stop myself from shouting at her because I think she doesn't know how to speak. Napahawak ako sa aking ulo dahil tanging pag-iyak lamang ang tanging sagot niya sa lahat ng taong ko. I rested and looked at her. "Anong pangalan mo?" I ask her in Tagalog words because maybe she's not understand me. "J-Judy p-po S-Senyorito," she answered me while she's shaking. Now I understand that she doesn't understand me if I speak English. I can't stop from smelling and thinking what punishment I should do to her. Because she's my slave at isa siya sa pagmamay-ari kong alipin.