Lov The Cronch Novels & Stories

The 20 years old bad boy Jeffery was back after leaving for so many years, he came back just in search of his darling dearest Cindy White, but what happened when he couldn't recognize her, and instead of loving her, hurts her the more? Read to find out!

Everyone says I'm lucky to be Frosthowl pack's Luna because my Alpha mate, Matthew White, loves me dearly. I love roses and fireworks, so he buys all that are available on my birthday. When it's almost midnight, he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll turn you into a Luna that everyone envies, Amber." The fireworks light up the sky above the castle of roses he's built for me, and they go on for the rest of the night. They make it seem brighter than day. He and I do it underneath the fireworks and flowers throughout the night, and I accidentally catch a cold. Matthew is so guilty that he summons the pack's best healer to treat my inconsequential cold. All the werewolves treat our mate bond as a symbol of true love. However, just moments ago, I found a torn pair of black stockings in his suit jacket's pocket. I never wear those. However, his secretary, Beth Seymour, who helps him deal with the pack's matters, wears them every day.

"You know what happens when you run, spitfire." Tobias nips my lower lip with his teeth then soothes the sting with the gentle caress of his tongue. "I catch you!" --- I should have known that Tobias Landry was behind the circus of my troubles. He, who once was a man I adored in my past life, is now a man who leaves nothing but devastation in his wake everywhere he turns. He can pretend all he likes that he is innocent, but the slight twitch in his left eye says a completely different story. I will fight him to the end to keep the bakery that I have poured my sweat, blood, and tears into! Even, if that means that I have to marry him and give in to his sexual desires. My name is Keri Appleton and this is a dangerous and sultry tale about lies, secrets, and the fine line between love and obsession.

Reputation is more like a currency in Minerva's high. But ‘perfect’ Vienne Reyes seem to be going bankrupt recently, especially since her boyfriend chose to humiliate her by through a public breakup. As though that wasn't enough, he got together with her spiteful ex-best friend who would do anything to get her trampled on. Beautiful, good grades, perfect social standing, big family name, but these all seem to be mocking her after Ryan Knox broke up with her and gave the elite students of Minerva's high school chance to gossip about her. Mortification and emotional disruption had lead her to the club where she got ‘entangled’ with a boy and the scene got captured. Key in Damon Calloway; blunt, cold and nonchalant. One of the school's brooding scholarship kid and basketball star who wouldn't want to have anything to do with the elite kids and their drama; infact he looks down on them even with his tanking grades. Vienne wouldn't back down with a fight; she wants her boyfriend back, hence the fake-dating proposal with Calloway as a result of the pictures. Fake dates, hangouts, pictures, and all in exchange for tutorial sessions. Through snide remarks, playful bants, jabs, inevitable proximities, no one knew when the line between fake and reality began to get blurry. Gossips, aristocrats, schemes, romance, twists and secrets, would the two be able to get through? ‘ Ryan was looking over? Was he really? Right at the moment, I could truly feel the heat of his gaze on the back of my neck. “Is he still looking?” “Yeah” I adjusted my hair, not knowing why I was getting unnecessarily giddy. “I don't have a food scrap on my lips right? Do I look pretty enough?” A few seconds passed before his deep low voice rasped out. “Gorgeous…” ‘

What happens when two billionaire step-brothers who dislike each other both fall in love with the same woman? Alexander Hernandez—the first son of the billionaire CEO; Gabriel Hernandez—after spending fifteen years abroad, returns back to his country under the disguise name 'Asher', fully prepared to avenge the death of his first love; Annette Nittolo, who died in a suspicious accident during his younger days. Along the line, his fate got intertwined with a young chef, Josie Maran. However, his step-brother, Chazz Hernandez, who he hates so much is also interested in the same woman as him. What happens when the two billionaire stepbrothers have to fight each other for their father's company and also fight each other for the same woman?

One night. One mistake. One secret he never knew. After a brutal heartbreak, Freya spent one wild, unforgettable night with a stranger—Jacob. They fell fast, hard, and real then she found out he already had someone else. Freya left silently with a baby in her belly. Seven years later, fate throws them back together. He doesn’t know she had his child. And she never expected to still want him this badly.

"Do you trust me, Hailey?” he asks as he looks deep into my eyes. Our eyes locked and the whole world fades away, it looks deep in my soul as if the answer to his question is there. Thinking about it my mind tries to come up with something not to trust him but nothing. “a little... maybe” is all I could say, while I take another sip of the wine still locked onto his gaze. “If I asked that you must submit to me with your whole body, will you?” his voice was husky. Again, I do not know what to answer. Can I give in just for one night? Would I give in for once, to feel for once how it would feel to be desired? To know how it would feel to be the only one he wants even if it was not real. Even if it was just for one evening. Not trusting my voice, I slowly nod. My Angel, will you break the spell? Are you my only true love? Lying next to her, I take her in my arms as she places her head on my chest. Soon I drifted off to sleep. What happens when myth and reality come together to find love?

Blurb A secret baby. A billionaire ex. A Love she swore she would never touch again. Annie's life was already in ruins—shattered by betrayal, rebuilt by pain, held together by sheer will. But just when she finally starts breathing again, the past she buried began to rise. Because someone dangerously close… someone she should have walked away from… is about to step right back into her path. And this time, the storm he brings might be the one she can't survive.

Amanda Lemaiyan is an heiress with a problem: when she gets back from a short vacation after breaking off her engagement to her cheating ex, she realises that the strange man she slept with at the resort is the new CEO of her company. The problem? He is the replacement of her ex, who used her to rise the ranks of her family's conglomerate. She knows what to do—forget she ever slept with the man and not give him a chance to play her like her ex did. But will her plan work when she can't help recalling how good it felt being in his arms? Especially when he seems hell-bent on getting her back into his bed... Can she give in to the temptation when she risks losing her place in her family's conglomerate if she's caught in another scandal with another CEO? *** His fingertips brushed her wet, soft folds. He pushed his middle finger into her, drew back slowly, then added his index finger. Amanda's breath came in a rush. She stopped their kiss and whispered, "Fuck me already." Oh, he was going to. After he made her tell him what he wanted to hear. "Do you want me inside you that bad?" "You know I do." With the way she was moving her hips? Yeah, he knew. "Last night, when you went home, did you think of me?" "Yes." "Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?" "Lucas," she whined, one hand grabbing his and urging him to go faster. "Tell me and I'll give you what you want." "Yes. Since the resort, you're the only one I think about when I touch myself." "You're the only one I've thought about, too, since we were together. And I've thought about you a lot."

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.