Marrying Mr Wrong Novels & Stories

Homeless and desperate to get off the streets, Quinn Maree is lured to an underground auction where she sells her virginity to the highest bidder. To everyone's surprise the notoriously dangerous and devastatingly handsome crime boss, Troy Bailey, makes an outrageous bid for her virginity. Troy Bailey is not what he appears to be. The man who bought Quinn is a Lycan Prince. A werewolf forged in blood and magic, and he has big plans for her. ** Hm,”Troy grunted and promptly got up, returning to his perch on the windowsill. "I won't force myself on you. Honestly, Quinn, I'd rather jerk off than f-ck you.” I didn't know if I should be insulted or relieved. "If you're just going to lie there, a half-dead receptacle for my cum, masturbation would be more enjoyable anyway. I'd probably be more enthusiastic about it than you are." I blushed at his brutally straightforward, and painfully honest words. "I will wait until you submit willingly and give yourself to me freely...because you want to, not because I paid you.” **

After a terminal diagnosis, quiet psychology student Quinn Sinclair decides to live her final days with no regrets. Step one: finally date her longtime crush, hockey captain Kade Salvatore. But when a class project forces her to spend every waking moment with Ace Blackwood—Kade’s rival, her enemy, and the most arrogant, chaotic badboy on campus—her carefully planned endgame unravels. Ace is lazy, rebellious, and infuriating… until he isn’t. Until their arguments turn electric. Until his cold smirk becomes a hungry stare. Until he starts showing up everywhere she goes—not to annoy her, but to claim her. He wasn’t supposed to notice her. He wasn’t supposed to care. But now that he knows her time is running out? He’s not letting her go without making her feel every second of it.

I gave him everything—my love, my loyalty, my sacrifices—only for him to betray me with another woman. He thought he was trading up, but little did he know, he abandoned a diamond for a worthless stone. But fate has a way of making fools out of the ungrateful. I am the heiress of a powerful family, and now, I’ve found a man who loves me the way I deserve. While I bask in true love, he will regret his choices, cry bitter tears, and choke on his own mistakes. Let him drown in his misery—I’ve already moved on to something better.

My fiance, Alexander Elrod, the most outstanding fashion designer of the 21st century, had finally agreed to marry me. He promised to propose once he won the Paris Fashion Award. When the day arrived, I braved a typhoon to attend his celebration banquet. There, I watched as Alexander and his assistant, Stella Monroe, kissed shamelessly in front of the cameras. Then, they proudly displayed their wedding rings. Alexander picked up the microphone. “Stella dear, thank you for your hard work during this time. In the future, I’ll continue leading the fashion world with you, one trend after another!” My colleagues all turned to look at me and expected me to cause a scene. I smiled, and I was the first to applaud them. “How wonderful! Wishing you two a lifetime of happiness.” The room erupted in shocked murmurs. After the event, Alexander immediately dragged me aside to explain, “Stella stayed up with me for nearly half a year for the Paris Fashion Award. Her mother’s terminally ill, and her last wish was to see Stella get married. Must you take it so seriously? “Once work is over, I’ll divorce her and throw you the grandest wedding, okay?” I walked away without answering him. Then, I gave my father a call. “Dad, the ten-year bet is over. I’ve lost. I’ll come home and take over the family business.”

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

"I will not only make you forget this pain, but I will also make you forget the thought of looking at any other man. It will be only me forever. I will please you in ways you can never imagine. Just say yes." He spoke as he pinned her chest to his. "This is wrong! This is forbidden!" She murmured as her body continued to tremble with forbidden desires. He was supposed to return from the States as the stepbrother she loathed with the whole of her heart, but he seemed to have undergone a spellbinding transformation abroad. And him? He anticipated meeting his nettlesome, egocentric stepsister, who was good at nothing but irritating his demons. Contrary to his thoughts, the jaw-dropping hot babe that came to pick him up at the airport whetted his every sense of being—everything that depicted him as a man. It's wrong. It's forbidden. Yet, they went undercover and under the covers to quench their burning desires, which seem like irresistible obsessions. But how prepared are they for the consequences when their dirty secrets are revealed?

The two brothers who were supposed to be in a marriage alliance with me fell in love with my adopted sister instead. They tricked me into shaving my hair just to cheer her up and locked me in a skiing cabin for an entire night. I tolerated their actions because of my parents' instructions. However, when my adopted sister accidentally slit her finger while cutting up some fruits, they forced me to the hospital to extract 2000 ml of blood. I cried and begged for mercy, but they said that I deserved to be punished for bullying my adopted sister. I gave up on them and turned to get into their older brother's car. The two men who had constantly been talking about canceling the wedding ended up crying in regret at my wedding.

The news spread quickly—my mate, David Jonson, had been promoted to Tactical Analyst and was heading to Texline to take on a new assignment. He proudly shared the news with every member of the pack—everyone except me, his mate. I was the only one he hid the truth from. Why? Because in his eyes, I wasn't a smart mate. My wolf had been badly damaged in the past, so I had a poor memory and I tended to be clingy constantly, something he looked down on with disdain. "I'm really grateful to my best friend, Commander Johnson, who governs in Texas, for recommending me so I could get this promotion." I overheard him say to someone. "As for Pearl? That clingy she-wolf who follows me everywhere—there's no need to tell her. She'll come to Texline looking for me anyway." Hearing his words, I was excited—finally, a chance to prove I had a sharp memory after all. I stormed to my room and began packing my clothes. David had always made decisions without me, often leaving me behind. But this time, I would leave first. I would get to Texline before him, and when he arrived to find me already there, he'd be shocked at how clever I could be. But the next day, when I arrived at the airport, my confidence crumbled. I stood at the counter, suddenly blank. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go—Texline, Texas, or Tennessee? My damaged memory failed me again. The last flight to Texas was about to depart, and the impatient airport staff didn't want to wait for me. She rolled her eyes and was about to close the gate. Worried I might miss the flight, I gave her a pleading smile and said, "Texas, Miss. I'm going to Texas."

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the process. She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to uphold those rules no matter what.

"Sorry, but we've oversold the seats in this flight. We'll give you a compensation. Please get off the plane right now." The manager of the airline company keeps a firm grip on my luggage. I look at him coldly before turning to look at the woman, who's covered in branded apparel from head to toe. After all, the manager has just welcomed her onto the plane. "Why does that latecomer get to board the plane? Meanwhile, I'm the one who's bought my own ticket at the regular price, am the one who gets kicked off the plane!" The manager chortles in return. He lowers his voice before mocking me, "That's because she's Kellie Castille, the heiress of the top-tier medical conglomerate in Jorleton! She's in a hurry to travel to Jorleton to hire the mysterious miracle doctor in order to save her life! "I don't care how urgent your matter is—there's no way it can be even more urgent than Ms. Castille's! If you cause any sort of delay to her business, nothing you do can ever make it up to her! Now hurry up and get off the plane!" A few security guards drag me off the plane forcibly. Just like that, I'm forced to watch the door close before my eyes. Fury courses through my veins at that moment. According to the manager, that Kellie woman is afflicted with a terminal disease. What he doesn't know is that I'm the "mysterious miracle doctor" who the Castilles have been begging for the past three months to accept their request. Today is the day I finally agree to fly to Jorleton in order to perform the life-saving surgery on Kellie. Since Kellie has already kicked me off the flight, I won't be going through with the surgery, then. Kellie can go to hell for all I care!