Novel & Cerita Monster Under The Bed

He was just a stranger at the bar. One drink. One night. No names. Talia James didn’t plan to sleep with anyone, especially not a gorgeous, arrogant man in a designer suit with eyes cold enough to freeze fire. But one tequila too many, and her life changed forever. Nine months later? Twins. Two weeks after birth? That same man shows up at her door, DNA test in hand. “You had my children. You belong to me now.” Turns out, Ethan Wolfe is not just any man, he’s a billionaire CEO used to getting everything he wants. And right now? He wants her. Talia may have carried his babies, but she’s not about to be carried like some damsel. Not when he’s bossy, grumpy, and completely infuriating. Too bad the twins already love him. Too bad her heart might be next. One wild night. Two tiny surprises. And a CEO who won’t let her go.

"Don't keep prodding me with your rod, Chase. It's itchy…" In a northeastern village, I am in bed with my wife and the rest of her family. My wife, Dakota Allen, and her younger sister, Yvette Allen, sleep on each of my sides. Yvette sleeps with her back to me, and her backside presses against the front of my body. Her body has just developed into maturity, so her round buttocks are firm and supple. They set ablaze the primal heat that stirs within me. Unbelievably, she seems to have started enjoying my prodding. Dakota is sleeping just behind me. I cannot hold it in much longer…

Isabella had a perfect life. She had love, money, and a strong family name but on her birthday, everything broke. She finds her husband with another woman. Then she learns the truth, her marriage was a lie. He used her to take her company. He never loved her. In one night, Isabella loses everything. She runs for her life. She is hunted, shot, and left to die. But fate wasn’t done with her. Six months later, she wakes up in a new country with a new face. The world thinks she is dead. But a stranger saves her and gives her a new name, a new life. Now, Isabella is gone. A new woman rises. She has no power. No past. No fear. Only one goal—Revenge.

"I crave your touch; I abandoned everything to be with you," she explained, "but why haven't you touched me yet, especially now that I'm your bride?" "You want to satisfy your body's urges," he said sulkily. "I love you," she said through tears, leaning in for a kiss. "Not so fast, honey; you're my bride, not the woman I love," he said shamelessly, brushing her hair away from his face. ------------------------------- Sansa Elsher alternates between the past and the present, taking calculated risks to liberate herself from Alpha Xavier. He not only spoiled her dream wedding, but he also bound her with the law "The Pronouncement of Wonder." Her purpose is to travel back in time and change the future by eliminating Alpha Xavier. However, changing her harsh present is no easy task. Will she win and create a life full of love and sincerity, breaking free from Xavier's suffocating grip? Her journey through time is fraught with difficulties and unforeseen events. This is the second book of the "Under The Moonlight: Alpha's Bride" series.

“Don't you guys feel sorry for her?” “She's just a cheap slut that begs for me every night,” a man that looks exactly like her fiancé said with a smirk. Eleanor just found out that her fiancé was a twin and her bedmate was his twin brother. Her caring fiancé by day was different from the one filled with desires at night. ********* Eleanor dated her fiancé for four years and decided to get married to him, but she was just a pawn in his revenge games. What will she do when she finds out that the man she has been sleeping with was her fiancé’s secret twin brother, not her fiancé?

I tried to hide this secret. But wanting him burned inside me like a fever I could not shake. He is my best friend's brother. The one I should never touch. The kind of guy who could break you without trying. Every girl wanted him. So did I. He was my secret. My late-night fantasy. The one I craved but never dared to want out loud. Then one night, he looked at me like he finally saw me. Touched me like I was the only girl in the world. And just like that, I stopped pretending. Now we are stuck in something messy… Lust, secrets, and stolen nights. I know I should walk away. But I cannot breathe without him. I loved him quietly for years. Now I am his secret. And maybe the next girl he would break her heart. Can I stay alive without him? These feelings would kill me alive.

My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness. The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word. I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?" I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out. But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again. Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside. My blood runs cold. Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.

Six years ago, Irene had a fleeting one-night stand with a stranger and walked away with twin boys and no name to trace. She built her life in silence… until the formidable Mr. Blackwood laid eyes on her children and saw the undeniable resemblance to his only son, Daniel. A secret DNA test confirmed it the twins were Blackwoods. To protect the family legacy, the ruthless patriarch gave his son an ultimatum marry Irene, or lose everything. Forced into a loveless marriage, Daniel resents Irene, while Irene is trapped in a life she never asked for. But under the same roof, tension simmers. Hatred bleeds into longing, and resentment gives way to a dangerous attraction neither can control. In a home ruled by power can Irene guard her heart, or will Daniel take far more than just her freedom?

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

Desperate to find a companion for her sister's wedding with her ex-fiancé, Kat embarks on a wild search for the perfect man. Her quest leads her to cross paths with Hayden, a daring race car driver whose presence ignites a spark in her soul. As she delves into a passionate romance, Kat wonders if she can play with fire and emerge unscathed. Or will she risk her heart in the fiery embrace of desire?