Mature Story Novels & Stories

"He deceived me all this time, I believed that I was his true love because I loved him. On the full moon, when I turned 16, I recognized him, it was him, my mate, his scent was unmistakable when I passed by his side. He also recognized me, he marked me shortly after and we became boyfriend and girlfriend, since I was too young for the bond. In my pack, matings between youngsters under 18 years old are not allowed." After a deep sigh, Ragnar raises his hand and offers it to her, she accepts it, gets up from the bed as best she can, and sits next to him in the small space on the couch. With a disposable tissue, he helps her dry her tears, then gives her some water to calm her down before runni

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

she teases Jenny. "Have you forgotten already? We own a small bakery and I can hear our bakers talking about those things. And sometimes from our regular customers, their mothers actually are the ones sharing those stories to my mother," Jenny explained to her. Ara nodded. "So you think I should tell my parents the truth?" "Of course! And why is it that you still have to hide or keep it from your parents when you are not hurting anyone? You are both single and your parents are not against your relationship."

Warning !!! Mature content (18+) The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. - “I said to you but you didn’t listen to me. She was not a good girl. Look what she did to you.” Eric, his friend, said to him, who was sitting with a stony expression.

So before you continue reading, you should be prepared to come across matured content, torture and killings. I'm not a fan of violence or rape. Violence would be to the minimum, only to give meaning to the story. **There shall be no rape of any sort.** Happy Reading!!!

“Work. Apparently, there is a stray asking for help.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

That was where he felt closest to God—when he was being ruined. Rum snorted softly as the chalice passed down the line. Wine. Shared among sinners pretending they weren’t all jerking off to the choir girls or séxting someone during the sermon. He took the goblet like a good boy, brought it to his lips, and looked directly at the pastor. The Pastor gave a polite nod. Cold. Controlled. Rum smiled like the devil and took a slow, obscene sip. He was twenty now. Grown. Legal. Dangerous.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”