Low Taper Fade Meme Novels & Stories

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Lilian falsely accused the protagonist Angel of setting up a werewolf attack on her. Angel’s husband Bastien and son Finn fully distrusted her—so much so that they even harmed Angel’s sister Dana to protect Lilian. The damage left Dana suffering from silver poisoning, robbed of her ability to shift. Abandoned by her family and the man she loved, Angel bore deep scars, both emotional and physical. She made up her mind to divorce Bastien and take Lilian to court, but every step forward was blocked by obstacles. Then Bastien saw her kiss another man. Regret hit him like a punch to the gut. He pinned her against the wall, cutting off her words with a searing kiss. “You’re mine,” he growled, low and possessive. “Only mine—my mate.”

I stood with my back to the door. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly loosened my belt, the metal clinking loudly and let my hand drift somewhere private, putting on a slow, shameless performance as I stroked myself. "Big daddy.... "I murmured as he entered the room, my voice low and seductively smooth. "If you're enjoying this so much.... why don't you come and help me yourself?" I groaned with a sly smile on my lips. ******** Derek Henshaw, becomes the step-son to the Alpha of Moonclaw. Once rejected by his mate for being a weak omega, fate throws him into the hands of Jonathan Claw, his step-father. Their story changed from Derek despising Jonathan at first sight and making his life miserable, to the moon goddess binding them as mates.

I call it twist of fate.. It might happen for the good of someone or unfortunate in some way. After all, their story is no different from each other. Keisha and Katherine, the two were intentionally switched at birth. Keisha, beautiful, simple and hard-working young lady, who grew up from a low class family near the fishport. She spent all her life fishing and taking care of her family. Katherine, beautiful, but arrogant and spoiled Lady with a lavishing lifestyle. She grew up in a big city with her wealthiest parents. They made sure she luck nothing. But Destiny played it's role. The Two ladies crossed paths. Unfortunately, they fell in love with the same man. Handsome and most influential young president of WS Co-operation. Read more as their identity is revealed and the unfortunate happen.

“I am not your mate, Alpha Janus,” I choke out as he drives me back against the table. His grip tightens. “Then why do you smell like mine?” His voice drops low in my ear, “Why does my wolf chant your name?” The mark on my neck burns, threatening to betray me. My father gave my sister to my fiancé, Alpha Janus, and threw me into a marriage with an old man, so I ran. Only to wake up in a stranger’s arms… marked and mated. Now I’m back in Alpha Janus’ pack as a maid, hiding in plain sight while he hunts for the woman who carries his mark, and my father hunts for me. If either of them finds out who I am, it’s over.

"As you walk out of that door, walk out of my life as well." I told him as I looked him straight in the eye. All the love was gone. All the good memories faded. In their places were anger, hatred and disgust. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I'm sorry, please give me a chance to be a father to Dah-" "Leave!" I said in a dangerously low tone. He didn't deserve to be called a father. He didn't deserve to live at all, you know why? Because he took away everything from me. My virginity, my happiness, my education, my teenage life and my family. Everything. He was a monster and my daughter would never call him daddy.

I can understand Wolfish, but I've never told my Alpha mate, Felix Grayback, about it. In public, he's the mate who dotes on me the most. He even declines a pack trading contract that's worth billions of dollars just to celebrate my birthday with me. As Felix holds me in his arms, he declares in front of his pack, "Bankruptcy is nothing as long as you're happy." I'm so touched that I'm about to burst into tears. So, I embrace Felix's huge, wolf-like body tightly in return. At that moment, I hear him emitting a low growl from his throat. It's a language that only wolves can understand. "This woman is finally plump enough to eat. Tonight, I shall share her flesh with my pack members."

On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”

"On Monday we divorce," said Darwis Dawson without hesitation in his cold and low voice. "Aside from the compensation written in the divorce agreement, you can ask for whatever you want." "Why so suddenly?" My voice is lower than usual. Darwis answered briefly, "Kayra has returned." I know who Kayra is. After a moment of silence, I agreed, "Okay." * Darwis was Kate's first love for 24 years. Before that, he was the perfect husband in her eyes. The man was always patient, and gentle and almost never made her worry. Although it was difficult for Kate to accept when Kate found out that Darwis liked another woman. Kate still files for divorce from Darwis so that Darwis can look for the woman he loves. Kate chose to comply. However, the Dervish disagreed.