Mha Time Skip Novels & Stories

When model student, April gets involved with the alpha players on campus(including her stepbrother, Xaden and his friends; Ace and Nick, it’s a win-win situation for them. She gets to live out her wildest and kinkiest fantasies while they get to punish her for daring to go against them, they thought it was going to be three months of intense pleasure and they'd say bye bye to each other. But things take a different turn when feelings got into it, when they realized that there's a blurred mate bond between them all, and a curse that doom them all to hell. This is a very dark romance book with lots of explicit sex contents. The male leads are actual pyschos that'd do dark and twisted things to the female lead so skip if this isn't your thing.

I came to Hawaii chasing sun, surf, and freedom. Instead, I woke up drugged, locked in a cage, and halfway across the world. They said I was payment for a debt I never owed. They called me a gift for Valiente Cárdenas, Mexico’s most ruthless cartel king. He never asked for me. He didn’t want me. But the moment I fought back, I caught his dangerous attention… and sealed my fate. I should be plotting escape every second his gaze burns into me. Yet every time he calls me “Little Red,” my body betrays me. The most terrifying truth? Part of me is already forgetting why I ever wanted to run. “Why do you always call me that?” I whispered. He grinned, fingers twisting in my soft curls. “Because you turn bright red every time you hear the word ‘fuck.’” ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧✧✧✧₊⁺⋆☽ ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is a dark romance with extreme, explicit, and disturbing content. It explores intense power imbalances, obsession, and taboo fantasies. It is not a representation of healthy relationships or real-life consent. The story contains or leads into: * Abduction/kidnapping. * Prolonged captivity and imprisonment. * Psychological manipulation and gaslighting. * Extreme dominance and submission. * Bondage and restraint (ropes, chains, collars, leashes) * Impact play (spanking, flogging, whipping) * Forced voyeurism via mirrors. * Orgasm control/denial/edging. * Rough and graphic sexual content (including oral, anal, and more) * Trauma, fear, helplessness. * Obsessive/possessive behavior. * Revenge-driven hatred. * Family betrayal, and mild paranormal elements (ghostly whispers and apparitions). This is fiction for adults who enjoy dark, taboo fantasies. Real-life BDSM requires safe, sane, consensual practices with safewords and aftercare—none of which are consistently present here. If any of these themes are triggering, please skip this book. Your mental health comes first. xoxo, SarahBlythe 🖤

On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, is nowhere to be found until late at night. Beside myself with worry, I, Seth Lloyd, frantically reach out to our mutual friends and even consider calling the police. Suddenly, I come across a post about her from her assistant, Callum Cox. "My manager came over to discuss some plans, but the door lock suddenly broke. Does this mean we're going to be stuck in the same room tonight? I can't help feeling a little excited." When I like the post, Jean immediately calls me, furious. "Don't you have any idea how much I earn in a year? Just one day of my lost income would cover what you make in a whole week. "All I did was skip that stupid engagement party, and you start acting all snide. I don't have time to deal with your stingy relatives." My mom, Teresa Whitfield, stays silent, her eyes sweeping over the gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and several property transfer deeds in the private room. With a forced smile, she asks, "Seth, have all these wedding gifts we've prepared embarrassed you?" I sneer, caressing the keys to the luxury car I'm about to give Jean. "No, it's me who's being too generous to her."

Three marks. One heart. A destiny she never asked for. Rebecca Podds has always known she’s different. She heals faster, hears farther, and feels power stirring beneath her skin, power that even the strongest wolves in her pack can’t explain. But when it’s time to choose a mate, Rebecca does the unthinkable: she rejects him. Her rejection shatters the pack tradition. First to Tyler, the charming wolf everyone expects her to accept. Then to the Twin Alpha Kings, Matthew and Ezekiel, the most powerful werewolves in the land. Her defiance turns her into an outcast. But Rebecca isn’t chasing love. She’s chasing answers. When a strange mark appears on her skin and a mysterious witch named Emily warns her of her hidden bloodline, Rebecca’s world begins to unravel. Each man she rejected is bound to her by fate, and by powers she doesn’t yet understand. As war brews between rival packs and ancient secrets rise to the surface, Rebecca must decide where she truly belongs. Will she embrace the dangerous love that binds her to three powerful mates? Or uncover the truth of who she really is, even if it destroys them all? Dive into The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate, a breathtaking story of forbidden love, power, and destiny. The moon has chosen… but will Rebecca? Read now to find out! Skip chapter 5 if you can't handle the heat!

The day I came back to the Bennett family as the real heiress, Romina, the fake one, looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and said she wanted to give the engagement back to me. "Don't bother. I'm already seeing someone." I rested a hand on my barely noticeable belly and said, half joking, "If you feel that bad about it, how about you just cash me out instead?" The words had barely left my mouth before a few lines of text drifted across my vision. [lmaooo the villainess is still scheming for money at a time like this. can we please skip ahead to the part where the male lead puts her in her place.] [I came for the sweet romance between the lead and the fake heiress heroine, not some side character throwing a fit because she's got a baby bump to wave around] [spoiler from me! the villainess gets thrown out of the family, the lead ends up hating her, and she dies in childbirth. throwing confetti!] I clicked my tongue. How could I possibly cling to a strange man? Then footsteps came from behind me. Romina walked over, crying, and introduced me. "Orlando, this is my sister, Ophelia. The engagement was supposed to be hers." I turned around, and my whole body went rigid. It was the patron who'd kept me for five years, the father of the child I was carrying.

‘She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?’Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.So why did meeting him again feel like coming home? Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

She was dumped He needed a bride Elena was to be married to the only person she loved so much, her sweetheart, her heartthrob, Pete. But her so-perfect fairytale wedding turned out to be a nightmare after being betrayed by her heartthrob On the other hand, Alex is the only grandson of the famous billionaire family and is left with two choices: lose his inheritance or get married. In order not to lose his inheritance, he planned on marrying a beautiful, famous model, Catherine, but accidentally, Elena signed the marriage certificate. Will Elena accept the truth? Will they move past their insecurities, surpass all their hurdles, and end up together, or will they let their insecurities become a shadow of themselves? Please don't skip this exciting story as we both embark on this exciting love story.

He was the next Alpha and she was a refugee who sought refuge in the wrong pack. Samantha was fated to Alex (the future Alpha of his pack) She was mistaken to be the daughter of a rogue when she went to seek refuge in the Yellow moon pack. They accepted her but she had to work as a servant in the pack to earn her keep. Alex later discovered she was his fated mate and did not reject her at first, in fact, he accepted the moon goddess's match. They had mated but he never claimed her to complete the bond. On her 21st birthday, he proposed and all was going well until tragedy befell the pack and he was forced to mate and mark Hilda (the daughter of his father's beta) for protection and the survival of the pack. Eventually, Alex finds out he has made a big mistake and tries to find a way out of the fate he has created for himself. Unfortunately, werewolves mate for life. He tries to win back Samantha's trust and end his marriage and relationship with Hilda. This will be a difficult task because there are rules but Alex intends to break every single one of them to get his fated love back. *Warning* If you are too emotional and can't handle emotional roller coasters, angry and sad moments, being foolish for love, then this book is not for you. Skip it and spare me angry and mean reviews simply because certain things didn't go how you wanted or hoped. WRITING IS AN ART it is created to stir up emotions and entertain. Creation is hard and I put a lot of time and effort into writing this story. I hope my effort is appreciated and respected. Thank you*

Sasha Barlow receives a call from Aidan Gallagher when she leaves the hospital after getting an abortion. He says, "Get ready. Mr. Conley is coming tonight, so bring five bottles of whiskey and three bottles of red wine." Sasha subconsciously clenches her hand around her phone. "Can I skip tonight?" Aidan pauses. "I know you're angry about yesterday, Sasha. Natalie hit you yesterday, but I reprimanded you instead of helping. "You need to remember that she's my girlfriend, though. She comes from a good family, and her parents have always treated her like a princess. She's bound to be a little willful and spoiled. You're older than her, so cut her some slack."

My mother constantly berated me for being lazy and fragile, claiming I couldn't handle a single shred of hardship. Her resentment stemmed from a terrifying symptom I couldn't control. Without warning, my body would begin to convulse, and my mind would go entirely blank. I would collapse into pitch darkness. Yet, every time she took me to the hospital, the medical tests came back frustratingly normal. My teachers eventually noticed my frequent episodes of zoning out and fainting, and they desperately urged my mother to take me for a more thorough evaluation. But my mother, a respected doctor herself, brushed their concerns aside. To her, it was an open-and-shut case: I was a lazy child faking an illness to skip class. From then on, she strictly rationed my diet. Whenever I felt dizzy, grew drowsy, or began to convulse, her response was swift and cruel. I was subjected to sharp slaps across the face and hours of forced standing, while she towered over me, screaming that I was a disappointment who was intentionally trying to ruin her life. Everything came to a dead end on the day of our school-wide physical exams. My mother happened to be the doctor manning the blood-drawing station. When my turn arrived and I sat across from her, that familiar, agonizing tremor seized my limbs. The entire room began to spin, and my torso pitched forward, nearly crashing onto the examination table. Instead of checking my pulse, my mother violently yanked me upward by the arm and shoved me away. "Stop acting!" she hissed, her voice dripping with disgust. "Faking a faint over a routine blood draw? Can you be any more pathetic? Get out into the hallway and stand there. Stop humiliating me in front of my colleagues!" She shoved me out the door before turning back to her work. The moment my back hit the cold hallway wall, an icy chill enveloped my body. My consciousness began to splinter. For the first time in my life, I couldn't fight the weight. Half out of it, I thought to myself that this was good. If I passed out completely this time, she would finally believe that I wasn't lying.