Meditations Marcus Aurelius Novels & Stories

Emelia's home from college and she's done pretending to be a good girl. The second her mother's car pulls out of the driveway for a two-hour appointment, the bratty little tease makes her move. Wearing nothing but a soaked black thong, she struts into the living room, tits bouncing, and plants herself right between her stepdad Marcus's legs. "Tick-tock, Daddy," she purrs, slowly peeling the thong down her thighs so he can see how obscenely wet her tight pussy already is. "Mom's gone for two hours... but I only need fifteen minutes to climb on that thick married cock and ride you like a desperate little slut." Marcus tries to resist. He really does. But Emelia just smirks, spreads her legs, and starts rubbing her dripping cunt against the massive bulge in his pants. "I've been dreaming about this for months," she whispers, grinding harder. "I want you to stretch me open, Daddy. I want you to ruin my pussy and pump me so full of your hot cum that it's still leaking out when Mom kisses me hello later." She leans in, biting her lip with pure brat energy. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good stepdad and send me to my room... or are you finally going to let your filthy stepdaughter bounce on your cock cowgirl style and beg you to breed me before she gets back?" Because Emelia isn't leaving until she gets exactly what she wants a deep, raw, creampie from the one man who's supposed to protect her. Some lines should never be crossed. Emelia's about to ride right over them.

Finding out about her pregnancy and getting kicked out by the father's family is not something that was in the script of Olivia Bennett's life. After getting rude information that her baby daddy was getting married to someone handpicked by his family, she took her broken spirit and pride away, vowing never again, to trust men. Marcus Salvatore did not want a life of drugs, guns, and death, but he had no choice as the heir of the Salvatore family. Fate led him to his son, whom he didn't know yet. Only after meeting with the mother of the child - His long-lost love, Olivia - did he realize that they still had some unfinished business and passion between them. He will do all he can, both legally and illegally, to rekindle that passion.

On her nineteenth birthday, Elena Thorne is dressed in red—an apparel that was more of a weapon than a dress—and handed over to her greatest enemy. Forced into a political marriage to end a brutal war, she becomes the mate of Adrian Blackwood, a cold and ruthless Alpha with blood on his hands. But Adrian isn’t just her Pack's enemy—he is the man who killed the boy she once loved. Elena's father's ultimate goal was to use her as a spy but Elena became trapped in a dangerous world where power rules and emotions are weaknesses, Elena must fight back to survive a man who sees her as just a debt to be paid. As the truth begins to unravel, Elena realised that Marcus's death… wasn’t what it seemed. Will they be able to overcome their hatred for each other and give in to this bond that pulled at the centre of their core?

The wedding's in half an hour, and my fiancé's assistant, this woman, just hands me this paper. Rule number one: No physical contact with him outside, not unless he explicitly permits it. Rule number two: Intimacy is to occur only when he initiates it. She is obligated to satisfy his desires at least once a month. Rule number three: He can demand his due at any time, any place, and she cannot refuse. ... After I finished reading this entire two-page contract, I had to fight to keep a smile on my face. Swallowing the fire in my gut, I called my fiancé. "Marcus, what the hell is this?" "What do you mean, 'If he fathers a child, she must raise it, no matter who the mother is'?"

My older sister, Scarlet Dawson, is an absolute saint with a savior complex. When the apocalyptic heatwave hits us, she gives out water to our neighbors, food to strangers, and even invites her boyfriend's entire family to live with us. When our supplies are finally depleted, Scarlet actually considers selling me off to a perverted old man in exchange for supplies to look after her boyfriend, Marcus Crosby. I promptly pull out my stun gun and knock her unconscious. Then, I hand her straight to the perverted old man instead. I go back to my villa, where the temperature is constantly kept at 60°F, and enjoy a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream under the air conditioning. Not only that, but my villa is stocked with enough supplies to last me for the next few decades!

"A weakling like you is nothing and nobody, and I will never take you as a mate. I Marcus Allan Williams reject you as my mate and future Luna” he says to me without emotion. “ Now accept it,” he demands. Meet Melanie, an 18-year-old werewolf who on the day of her 13th birthday discovered that she was gifted. To foster her abilities, her parents enrolled her at Dartmouth Academy for Supernaturals, hoping to keep her safe. Upon returning to her pack, Not only did her mate reject her, but she also met the alpha king, her second-chance mate. With this new bond, she must navigate a world of hidden dangers, rivalries, and a love that defies all odds. Follow Melanie as she navigates the difficulties that come with being mated with an alpha king. Will Melanie have what it takes to be a Luna?

My boyfriend cheated. So I made his father mine. I didn’t get into gaming for the fame. I did it to survive. Growing up in a cramped apartment with a worn-out mom and a string of violent men, League of Legends was the only escape I had. After she died, it became all I had left. Now I’m the star ADC at Blackwood University, playing for a national title and the future I clawed my way toward. I should’ve seen it coming—my captain boyfriend screwing my best friend. I didn’t cry. I plotted. And Marcus Cross, our ruthless coach and my ex’s father, is the perfect weapon. What starts as revenge turns into something else. Something darker breaking rules . Is it still revenge if it feels this good?

Mariko Saito, a skilled assassin and a cold-hearted woman, is trying to seek revenge for her elder sister, Hana Saito, who got into an accident and is now laying in a coma. To find out about the killer, Mariko had to go undercover and become the protector of the Devil Reaper’s son. Ethan Reed, the famed Devil Reaper, was still the most influential person in the city. A mafia lord who commands all the underground families. But there was one person he cannot control, the one who hates him the most, his son Marcus. Mariko gets closer to Marcus and finds out more than she should know. Will it help her avenge her sister, or will her feelings get in the way? *** This story is a sequel to My Savior is A devil. If you want to understand the whole story, you might read, My Savior is a Devil.

Sage Casey Ember-Brooks, who goes by Casey, is a fast-food worker and aspiring fantasy novelist whose ordinary life crumbles when mysterious strangers ask cryptic questions about her dragon series. Her recurring dreams of golden coins suddenly make terrifying sense when Marcus Chen—a businessman with eyes that flash gold—reveals that dragons are real, living hidden among humans for centuries. Casey's unnaturally accurate fantasy writing stems from awakening genetic memories. She's a rare "Convergence" bloodline capable of harmonising opposing elemental forces. The revelation comes at a critical time: a new cryptocurrency called DragonCoin, featuring symbols identical to her dreams, creates magical interference that weakens concealment spells protecting dragon society. At the Crossroads shopping complex where she works, disruptions cause dragons to flicker between human and true forms in full view of witnesses. Caught between Marcus (a traditionalist who wants to hide her with the Dragon Council) and the enigmatic Xaihuang (who advocates ending the masquerade entirely), Casey discovers an underground chamber housing ancient dragon artifacts. When she touches a magical coin, visions reveal three futures: chaotic revelation leading to war, continued concealment resulting in magical extinction, or a mysterious third path of integration. Casey realises DragonCoin wasn't created to expose dragons, but by another awakening hybrid like herself—someone in Seattle whose unconscious dragon heritage channels ancient power through modern technology. As magical concealment fails worldwide and dragons begin manifesting publicly, Casey must race across the country to find this unknown programmer before the interference between magic and technology tears reality apart. The story explores themes of identity, integration versus assimilation, and the collision between ancient power and digital-age innovation. With her awakening abilities growing stronger and the masquerade crumbling around her, Casey faces a choice that will determine her fate and the future relationship between the hidden magical world and human civilisation.

After seven years of marriage, my husband, Marcus Doakes, gave every bit of his tenderness to his divorced first love and her daughter. From then on, I began teaching my own daughter to call him "Mister." When my daughter had an asthma attack and her little face turned blue from lack of air, one phone call from his first love saying, "Jacey is scared of the dark," was enough to make him leave. I covered my daughter's eyes and told her to whisper, "Goodbye, Mr. Doakes" At the parent-child piano competition my daughter had been looking forward to for ages, his first love cried that Jacey had no father to accompany her and was too afraid to go onstage. He turned and left without hesitation. I swallowed the ache in my chest and told my daughter, who had lost her chance to perform, to thank "Mr. Doakes" for coming to watch. Every time, my daughter could only wipe her tears silently in my arms. Later, he seemed to finally realize how much he owed us. For once, he canceled his business banquet and offered to take us to the amusement park for the weekend. But right at the amusement park entrance, his first love called again. "Marcus, the children at the amusement park are laughing at Jacey because she doesn't have a dad. Can you come pick her up...?" When I saw the pity and hesitation flash across his face, he had just crouched down to explain to our daughter. This time, before I could say anything to remind her, my daughter let go of his hand on her own. With tears still shining in her smile, she stepped back obediently. "It's okay, Mr. Doakes. Go protect that little sister. "I have the cotton candy Mommy bought me. That's enough."