Mature One Shots Novels & Stories

It's going to take a while to pretend like nothing ever happened, not when my body, mind and brain seem to be working in the same direction. I stared at my reflection in the mirror when my eyes met with the mark he left on my cleavage. I will need a lot of foundation to hide this well. My mind went off to how I planned to get myself out of this situation when I reminded myself that this was what he wanted. A taste. He said it's just going to be a one-time thing. I have kept to my side of the deal, so it is his turn to keep to his. "Do you think that will be possible? Now that he knows Dame was his son and the relationship with you and Tristan, will he stop with a taste?" My wolf asked and I

Aiden said to me grinning. “What?” I asked darting at Aiden. “Is there any issue with that?” Aiden asked in disarray. “No, I'm leaving, take care of the company,” I said in a mind link with Aiden and left without uttering a word. “How is this possible? that can't be my mate! He is an omega, he is very low from my ranking... I have to see the council for more investigation” I muttered to myself as I left the company to the pack council.

Lowell turned his grin to Anya "You look like a smart one, I'm sure you can answer that so they can stop looking so confused" Anya rolled her eyes at him and sighed I slowly turned to her "Do you understand what he means?" She pursed her lips "Unfortunately; I do" "Then please, explain it to me" I requested and she exhaled a breath "When mates....uh...well MATE. Their souls form two links that need to be connected in order for them to become one soul. This is then made possible when they mark each other. They become one and share almost everything like feelings, thoughts, pain and most importantly; strength"

I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces. Suddenly someone nudged me, making me stumble forward as they went past me. “Patience. Patience Char, you'll be out of here before you know it.” I assured myself as I made my way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I said to the bartender who just nodded before making his way to the shelf. “Hey, damsel.” Beside me stood a silver-haired guy who was dressed in a suit which I found wired in this kind of setting.

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

Every man who has ever touched you. When he finishes writing, he steps back. You hear the click of his phone camera—three shots, four. Documenting you. Marked and bent over his desk like a canvas he intends to repaint. Then the rustle of fabric. His shirt coming off. You try to turn your head, but his palm presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you flat. "Stay." You hear his zipper. The soft thud of his trousers hitting the floor. Then nothing but your own ragged breathing until you feel him—the blunt, naked head of his cock dragging up the seam of your cunt. Gathering wetness. Teasing without entering.

Mason Wright slipped off his ring and picked up his phone to book a flight three hours later to Bhador. "The marking ceremony will have to wait. We'll continue once Eira is feeling better." My heart sank. We had been together for five years. He claimed me. The marking ceremony? It got delayed–and so many times, at that. For werewolves, being marked was what truly made a bond official. At this point, I lost count of how many times Mason had chosen Eira Padmore over me.

Beta Joe reported, oblivious to what I had in mind. "Hmm, they must be tough then. Can I see them?" I questioned and he pointed towards a direction and spotted two of my warriors limping. I took out an arrow and bow and fired it straight at one of them. It caught him straight in the neck like he was a rabbit and I watched him drop dead. I then turned to look at the second one. He was shivering deeply. I smirked. "Let that serve as a lesson for you. Perform every duty of yours with all your might. You owe me your life." I spat and turned to look at the beta.

Bella snorted. "But isn't he like a hottie? Hehe," Jess grinned. "I don't know! If I get ten feet to him, he might kill me!" Gana shivered. "Stop exaggerating!" Jess laughed. I could only listen to them. I knew I wasn't going to find my mate because I already knew who he was. "No, if he can kill his parents, he can kill me," Bella concurred. "How come none of us heard about his appearance, but we know who was mated to him?" Gana pouted.

He took a somewhat worn-out wallet from the inner pocket of his black suit. In the wallet's lining was a yellowed photograph. In the photograph, I was fresh from my wolf awakening and was wearing a white dress. My eyes were shrunken up from smiling as I held a sunflower windmill. My background was the tree-lined path of the werewolf academy. It was taken on our first date. He kept it close to him but never admitted to me that he cared. He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air.