Love You More James Avery Charm の小説・ストーリー

Autumn Rain has lived her whole life isolated from the rest of the world. Born into vampire slavery, Autumn has never known a life outside of it. So, when her 18th birthday comes along and her vampire caregiver/ owner tells her she has to leave, Autumn has no idea what to do or where to go. As her new journey begins, it quickly goes downhill but thankfully two handsome men won't be too far along to help her through the rest. Secrets will be revealed and she will quickly discover she is far more different than she ever could have imagined and little does she know the impact her life will have on the future.

After Lilith died, my fated mate Darian hated me. "If it weren't for you, Lilith would still be alive. Why couldn't it have been you instead?" So he played the loving husband in public. And tortured me in secret. Until I finally died. I was reborn — back to before Lilith's death. This time, I wouldn't cling to Darian. I'd let him have Lilith. When he dropped my hand at my birthday ball and walked toward Lilith, I didn't beg. When he said my scent in the house made him sick, I moved out immediately. When he told me to stop standing between him and his true love, I severed the mate bond without a word and turned to another man. Later, I was walking down the street hand in hand with my new mate. Darian blocked our path like a man possessed, eyes rimmed red: "Grace, come back with me. I can forgive your little joke."

On the night of the Blood Moon, a feral surge ripped through our territory. I ended up pinned under the ruins of our collapsing den. My mate—the Alpha of the Northern Pack, Kaius—abandoned me. He left me to rot so he could save his childhood sweetheart Lina. I didn't stop him. I let him go. In my last life, faced with the same choice, Kaius had chosen to save me first—back then, I was eight months pregnant. Because he was late to the rescue, Lina was torn apart by the beasts. She died in a pool of her own blood. Later, on the day I went into labor, Kaius dragged me to Lina’s grave. He stood there, stone-faced, watching me scream in agony on the dirt. He ignored every single plea. "Does it hurt, Elena? It’s not even a fraction of the pain Lina felt when she died!" "You were in a safe bunker that night, Kaius! Lina only died because you used our pup to blackmail me into staying!" "Lina suffered. Now, it’s your turn." He ignored my begging as blood soaked the ground beneath me. I died of a massive hemorrhage in the healer’s tent that night. Now, I’ve opened my eyes back on the day of the surge. This time, my pup and I aren't counting on him.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

Abby Winster, on the brink of a divorce, travels back home to California to spend some time with family, in an attempt to forget her messy reality and her self destructing marrage. Hoping to get a break from her reality -a drama and stress filled life- Abby runs into a familiar face, Anthony Wells, her highschool sweetheart. In the midst of catching up, Abby's throws herself into a deeper mess, entangling herself in a something even crazier than she could have ever expected. The Anthony Wells she'd grown up with no longer exists, but instead, a new version of him... One that leaves her disturbed.

"You're my little Lucky charm" ~Emilio. Emilio is a football captain, Highschool popular, rich, but he's also a daddy dom. Alex is a shy little, an orphan, scholarship kid. He gets bullied by everyone around the school. His life in a foster home isn't much better. They both go to a school for the rich and wealthy, were they offer some extra calsses for special peoples like them. Watch their world collide.

(21+) For two million dollars, Carver Leopard is willing to sell his body to a hypersexual woman much older than him. "I don't love you, but I just need your body to warm my bed forever," said a woman without wearing a single thread on her body with passionate gestures.

This story is about a doctor, two patients, and maybe, just maybe,  Dragons. Jane Richards is a 30-year-old psychiatrist who has been married twice and dumped many times. She gave up on love and decided to focus on her carrier as a psychiatrist. While caring for the patients of the small town's mental health facility, she meets James and Philip O'Connor. James and Philip are brothers who suddenly had a mental meltdown trying to fly. They claim they are dragon princes. The problem with their claim is that they were born in that town. Spending a lot of time with Jane, their Psychiatrist, they begin a secret affair which would lead to a world of pleasures and wonders and might lead to a hidden world right under their noses. *Warning* Book is rated 18+ because it contains Language, Nudity, Violence and Sensual contents. If you are uncomfortable about certain things and are conservative then this might not be the pick for you. You can read Blood and Moon which is a milder book of mine. Otherwise enjoy my steamy imagination. Thank you for understanding.

My wife, Sophia Shelby, spent a fortune snatching a kidney donor from my mother, only to save her ex-boyfriend’s life. Meanwhile, my mother had been waiting for three years. Before my mother died, she wanted to see our child. I told her it was gone. Sophia had aborted our child for the sake of her infertile ex-boyfriend, James Carl. She had chosen to go through IVF with him. I had charged into the hospital and confronted Sophia, but James stopped me. “She’s my wife! What gives you the right to keep me from seeing her?!” “She’s pregnant with my child.” I flew into a fit of anger. Barging into the ward, I shouted at Sophia, “I want a divorce!” Inside, Sophia replied to me with irritation, “Divorce it is! Why are you yelling at James?”

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.