Lydia Martin Outfits Novels & Stories

Sometimes one needs someone who is just as damaged to get better. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° A perfect life, family and friends. After finishing high school with flying colours Elicia Rae and her best friend Jeremy Martin enjoy their four months before heading to UCLA where they planned on following their parents' footsteps and partaking in medicine. Tragic events unfold leaving Elicia shattered, nothing is perfect, was the one thing she got to understand. A few visits to the psychiatrist and uncountable visits to a certain woman named Lydia, a therapist. Results in Elicia taking a gap year. She meets Treadway, a victim of abuse and becomes his light at the end of the tunnel. When a depression patient meets a victim of domestic abuse.

To save her father's life or watch him die? She was given two choices which she must choose from. To save her father's life, she would have to be a pet to the Mafia boss. Having no other choice, Loretta agreed to sacrifice her future for months to be with the man who is known as the devil in human form. Her decision welded up bringing a new journey to her life. A journey of unpleasantries, a journey of sorrow, and wanting to live. Amid her chaos, would flowers bloom again? Would the hate for the Mafia boss finally change into love even though it is forbidden? So many choices to make.

Margaret Faolan was fifteen years old when she was banished from the royal pack. Over the course of a few days, her entire world went from that of prim and proper prestige to life as the banished princess. Maise - just Maise - was twenty-three when she decided it was time to right that wrong and seek retribution. A new heir had been named, and she wasn’t the only one who was concerned her replacement was a bad choice. It caught the attention of the Lycans, a race that most thought had gone extinct. Isaac Ambrose hasn’t been a Lycan for long, and isn’t quite happy with his fate. The opportunity to explore what has really been going on with the Royal Pack is welcome, but a little runt rogue keeps worming her way into places she doesn’t need to be, including his heart. Lycans are blessed to never find a mate, and runts share that curse. Of course, fate would draw a newly turned Lycan and a banished runt princess together. Because fate doesn’t follow any rules.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

He got one text and was dragged to the room by the man Finn swore he’d never kneel to again. Magnus. The suite’s dark when Finn steps inside. Magnus likes it that way. Darkness makes people honest, knocks down walls, gives him time to do as he pleases. The only thing Finn can really see is the mark on his collarbone. Magnus left that mark. It was supposed to be nothing, just a night, but here they aren, nothing never happened. Now Magnus stands close. Too close. Finn can feel the heat of him, the steadiness of his hand, thumb angled under his chin, nudging his face up. Slow, deliberate. Merciless. Like he’s got all night, and he’s going to use every minute. There’s a choice here, but it’s not much of one. Take off your clothes. Give in. Get what you need or walk away and let someone else pay for it. Magnus presses a piece of paper against Finn’s skin, dragging it down, fingertip tracing the edge to his waist. Finn’s breath stutters. It was never really about the drug. It’s Magnus watching him, already sure how the night ends, almost like he’s been counting the days for Finn to walk right back through a door like this. Finn undoes the first button then the next.Magnus just watches, lazy smile bending his mouth, and the room feels tight, hot, full of something dangerous and old that never left. Some hungers just sleep. They don’t die. So, is Finn going to surrender tonight? Or by morning, will he even want to leave?

The sands and stories of Egypt always enthralled Isaac. Unable to travel and explore the job at a museum was the best he could hope for. Yet the land of the Gods are soon to become far more real when an ancient relic is broken, releasing a vengeful deity. Furious at the past that spurned him he craves destruction, even if it means his own. But is everything all it seems? There is always a deeper reason and their fates may be linked far more closely than he believes.

Zia wakes up in a tent on a beach in Hanalei, Hawaii, convinced she is eighteen years old and on a family vacation. However, the reality is a nightmare: she is actually twenty-five, her parents and brother have been dead for years, and the handsome "stranger" sleeping beside her is actually Clayton, her husband of three years. Zia suffers from a recurring neurological condition—triggered by a past trauma—that causes her memory to "reset" to her eighteen-year-old self.

***BOOK TWO of the Wulver Pack Series*** Can be read as a standalone Time passes, things change, and everyone moves on. It’s easy to feel left behind. I always feel left behind. Left behind and forgotten. All my life, I’ve wanted for someone to reach back, take my hand, and drag me along. Keep me up with the times, be a part of the changes. Maybe it’s time for me to be the change, start chasing after what I want, but I wouldn’t even know how to start rocking the boat. It’s just not me, not something I can even do. I have never been one for the chase, but now just might be the time to learn. *** Time passes, and I stay the same. Things change, but I don’t. Everyone moves on, but I wouldn’t know. Being alone has become my home. The solitude brings solace. The quiet is rejuvenating. The seclusion affords too many perks. I take what I want and I want only what I need. I’m a lone wolf, no need for a pack, no need for a mate. And that will never change.

Gabriella is heartbroken when her boyfriend cheats on her with her best friend. Determined to forget about him she has a one-night stand which leads to her getting pregnant, she leaves the country to put her life back together. Three years later Gabriella has her life back together and returns to America to chase her dream of being a Fashion Designer. She finds herself falling for her cold boss. What would happen when she finds out her cold boss is the father of her children? And who would she choose?

Princess Elyria Valenor has spent her life preparing to inherit the throne of Aetherion alongside the man she loves, Cassian Draven. But on the night of her coronation, a devastating betrayal destroys everything. Branded a traitor, stripped of her crown, and forced into exile, Elyria vanishes from the kingdom she once called home. Years later, whispers spread across the realm of a feared Dragon Queen and the return of an ancient power long thought extinct. As mysterious attacks shake the kingdom and old secrets begin to surface, King Cassian finds himself haunted by the past he cannot escape. With Aetherion on the brink of chaos, Elyria returns to confront those who stole her future. But revenge is never simple, and the truth behind her downfall may be far more dangerous than either of them imagined.