Mlm Romance Novels & Stories

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

“…and Fuyuhiko is an only child so we have literally no extended family, it’s just us and…”. Raven chatters endlessly, leading me through the mall at the pace of an Olympic runner. Though, is it still right to call a place like this a mall? What mall has gold-plated walls and entryways?. It’s clearly for the rich. How I wish Miyamura dragged me off somewhere as Misa did to Sakura— anything would be better than whatever this is.

He climbs into our bed with pancakes, juice, eggs, and some fruit, while we both eat confidently and calmly. His skin gets sticky from the maple he put on it, so I don't hesitate to clean it with my tongue, while he kisses him more than once. I have never felt so comfortable in a place, perhaps because I never had a home, but now I know that it is a new home. But perhaps comfort is not the only thing that comes to mind, Dr. Miller is also part of this strange story, so I don't hesitate to ask her about her. “How does Dr. Miller take it?” I asked, putting an apple in my mouth. “I thought she hated me.”

The air around him feels charged. “I told him the truth,” he says. Ice slides down my spine. “What truth?” His voice drops lower. “That the Moon Goddess revealed something to me.” My pulse slams in my ears. “No,” I breathe. He doesn’t deny it. “That’s not possible,” I say, stepping back now. “You think I don’t know that?” “I’m human.” “I’m aware.” “That bond—” My voice cracks slightly. “That bond is wolf to wolf.” “Usually.” I stare at him.

I sat wedged between Rose and her boyfriend, Marcus, feeling every inch the awkward third wheel. “You know, I’m still surprised you’re a virgin,” Rose said, leaning in so her glossy lips nearly brushed my ear. Her perfume—something sweet and floral—mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol on her breath. “When are you gonna get a boyfriend, Miles? Or at least let someone pop that cherry?”

He needs his strength if he is going to survive the court of the man who killed his family. Days later, they arrive at the border of the Blood Moon Pack. Aiden has read novels about such places—stories of kings, alphas, and fated mates—but the reality is starkly different from the ink-and-paper fantasies. The territory is vast, a sprawling expanse of manicured forests and imposing stone structures that scream of wealth and power. It is peaceful, eerily so. There are no scorch marks, no smell of death, no cries of the dying. It stands in mocking contrast to the smoldering ruins of his own home.

lips lingered a beat too long, sending a spark straight to my core. “So, you want to be with me, Caramella?” “I thought I made that clear last night, Mr. D’Amano,” I snapped, shooting him a playful glare. His chuckle, deep and rich, vibrated through me, fanning the heat in my belly. “Raul, why do you own a strip club?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. He pursed his lips and leaned forward, resting an elbow on the cool table. “Four years ago, I was in Malibu for two months, going through… a rough patch. I thought watching women dance on a pole, maybe having a fling after, would fix me. But I wasn’t interested in just anyone. When I returned to LA, I left the club to

"Heard a man was beaten to death last week. It's a good thing you took some days off. I don't know why you insist on staying here. You could move this little Pastry down the block." "That's just rumors. I've been here for four months, Lola, and I've never seen anything like that. The place looks eerie but I don't think it's that bad." I shrugged. "If you say so. We gotta start packing." She said and I nodded. It was time to go home. Italy in winter was a good season for the weather but terrifying for night walks. “Sounds like a vampire.” “Sounds like money,” she says with a smirk. “You should deliver pastries there. Get yourself a secret billionaire boyfriend.”

A(Not from the ML) mentioned, but I will mark the chapters as always and maintain some brightness; it’s hard to read a story that’s too gloomy, but I am a fan of romantic angst and smut, soo …hopefully, you’ll read through the second half, but please pay attention to your triggers—your mental health is very important. Thank you so much for reading and voting for Trillionaire after Divorce! Special thanks to Erin Beth, Bookworm2627, Rachel Pyke, Paula Lozano-Jones, Laur Smith, Kimberly, Bmelende, Sheena Williams, Ikemelendez, Barbara Loheide, Victoria Yabut, Softstep01, Oranges, Halib Gashaw, Luke! Thank you so much for the large gem support! Special thanks to the loudest commenters. I love