Molly Grey Thompson

Things got out of hand the moment they met each other. It's like they are water and fire that cannot be mix in one room but in an unexpected turn of events, a tragedy took place that brings them both closer to each other. *** "Honey! Honey, come here now!" she called in a seductive tone of her voice, and she run upstairs while wearing red lingerie. "You naughty, woman, wait for me!" he excitingly responded and he followed her upstairs. She, then, jumps to the bed when she suddenly fell flat to the floor and hit her head which causes her eyesight to fade and little by little her memories are coming back. She looks around but all are unfamiliar to her. "Ouch. Where am I? What is this place? What am I doing here? And why the hell am I wearing lingerie?" she cluelessly asked herself when she slowly stand up to her feet. Whilst, the door opened and she saw a half-naked man approaching her. "Oh, I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to stand up in bed tonight," he cheekily told and put down his gray pants. "Ahh! For Christ's sake, Grey, put your pants on! Eew!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while scolding him. He was stunned by what she just said and just stared at her. "What did you just call me?" he asked in a menacing tone of his voice when he realized that she called him by his real name. *** Come and read my story and let's find out what happened to them after their marriage. And, how did she end up in that situation?

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

Burdened by poverty, Keagan Thompson's life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers the Veilwalker System, a hidden realm of power and opportunity. Chosen as its host, he gains unimaginable riches. With newfound wealth, Keagan embarks on a quest to become the number one hero. But the path to greatness is riddled with challenges. He faces formidable opponents, navigates treacherous alliances, and confronts his inner demons. As Keagan delves deeper into the world of heroes, he realizes the System's generosity has a price. Fame, wealth, and morality intertwine, forcing him to make difficult choices that test his integrity. Joined by diverse allies, Keagan's journey transcends physical strength. He hones his skills, forges unbreakable bonds, and discovers the true meaning of heroism. Thrilling battles, sacrifices, and unexpected twists abound as Keagan strives to claim the title of the number one hero. Can he navigate temptations and stay true to his values? Prepare for a captivating journey where dreams collide with reality and the definition of heroism is tested. Will Keagan rise above the challenges and fulfill his destiny?

June, a beautiful girl from a poor home who was determined to save her mother from cancer, stumbled into the billionaire's empire while trying to get a job there. She was humiliated by her outward appearance by Thompson, the billionaire. With luck on her side, the billionaire, Thompson, could not resist the urge to keep her in his environment because mere observation would notice she was in poverty. June was later recruited as Thompson's cleaner in his office. Every morning, Thompson had to see her in his office as she carefully, humbly, calmly, and in a vulnerable state performed her duty in Thompson's office. Her shyness always kept Thompson in surrender to having affection for her unknowingly. Days grew into weeks. Their love and affection grew like wings. He fell deeply in love with her each passing day. He couldn't stand any man coming close to June. Hurting her was the last thing he would dream of. Love, happiness, and fulfillment filled their souls to the extent of getting married.

Kelly is the CEO of a fashion company. She has everything she could ever ask for; love, money, and happiness. She meets Pierce whose cute charms make her hate everything about him instinctively. Her fantasy life takes a sharp turn when she walks into her fiance cheating on her. Will Kelly ever be able to find what she wants or will it just be a dream?

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

There is a saying that work should not be mixed with pleasure. The CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mike Ross, seems to be doing the exact opposite of this. Isioma becomes a huge victim of this power-drunk CEO. How is an innocent, naïve girl supposed to navigate her life with work, friendship, pleasure, and love mixed into one without messing up the grey lines? Read Houston Reels to find out.

Cela faisait cinq ans que j'aimais Jacob, mon Alpha. Le jour où nous devions célébrer notre cérémonie de marquage, il a secrètement marqué une autre louve derrière mon dos. « Molly porte mon enfant. Ce sera mon héritier ! » a fièrement annoncé Jacob sous les acclamations de la meute. Au centre du cercle, j'ai ignoré le regard provocant que Molly, blottie contre lui, m'adressait. Alors que leur rituel touchait à sa fin, je me suis détournée d'un pas mécanique. Comprenant que je n'avais plus ma place dans cette relation, je suis retournée dans la maison que je partageais avec Jacob pour faire mes valises. J'étais venue vivre dans son clan par amour. Maintenant que cet amour n'existait plus, il était temps de partir...

“You think you can run from me?” his voice was low, dangerous as his piercing grey eyes locked onto mine. “You carry my child, my blood. You are mine, Snow. And I will burn the world to keep what’s mine.” I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. They never did. Snow can’t speak or sing. Not a single word has escaped her throat since that night…that night she watched her parents die. Hated and ostracized by her pack, Snow bears the weight of their hatred, blamed for a murder she didn’t commit. With nothing left to live for, she plans to end it all on her 19th birthday. But a fateful encounter with a dangerous stranger that led to a one-night stand changes everything. When Snow finds herself pregnant weeks later, she just wants to forget the man who shattered her walls in one night. But that becomes impossible when she discovers he’s none other than Roman King–the ruthless Lycan King. Her mate. And if there’s one thing everyone knows about Roman, it’s that he doesn’t take no for an answer.

After being assigned to become a chaperone to younger entities of the dark by his alpha father, Cameron Thompson was determined to do exactly that to prove himself. Not wanting anything but to impress his parents his whole life, Cameron's life has always just been about doing whatever they want, even if it sometimes meant prioritizing them more than himself. Babysitting troubled witches and vampires can get quite hard. You have to deal with blood suckers and entitled brats who basically just make hexes around and cause trouble most of the time. But Cameron was a professional and everything was going smoothly until one young black witch was brought into the coven who was just purely trouble. Cameron did everything to do his job accordingly and keep his professionalism, but as time passed by he started falling for this creature who can't, and isn't, suppose to feel love.