Mutual Pining Novels & Stories

He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and unlocked the screen. “I think it’s time we trade phone numbers. We’re set to marry, have kissed and we don’t have each other’s numbers,” he said. Edward took his own phone out and they traded phone numbers. Sebastian saved Edward’s number under his full name instead of a cute nickname. He never had full privacy so he had to be careful. “I’ll text you the next time we have a Monopoly evening planned,” Edward agreed. You’d better not be better than me. I’m going to riot if you break my streak. By the way, can anyone else see us here?"

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

“His whole herd. One walked into the church the next morning during the preacher’s sermon.” “One cow out of the whole herd. And that was awesome. Barbara Jo Andrews was in the middle of singing her solo piece.” “Uh-huh. How about the chick who was all over the tabloids because she said you knocked her up?” “And I didn’t knock her up, did I? I didn’t even sleep with her. And I wrap my junk, thank you very much. The last thing I need are a bunch of little Aidens running around.” “That’s the last thing this world needs,” Noah replies. “What about the time you streaked Coach Hardy’s front lawn?”

“I’m sorry, I got carried away for a while. Sorry.” “I know, I noticed,” she sat next to him on the bare floor. Watching her sit, he got up and wrapped his hand around her fingers. They were both far from their packs and were staying in the little shade they built themselves to serve as a temporary hideout. It was hard to meet up and spend time together publicly thus they had their little home. “What’s on your mind? Tell me, will you?” “It’s nothing much,” he said, knowing he couldn’t hide it from her for long. “Actually- Wait, you said you had something to tell me didn’t you?”

I hopped off the chair, grabbing onto the screen of the tablet, picking it off the bed. I was messy like this, obsessed like this, downright starving for him. I beat my cock, the tip to the screen right where his ass clenched and unclenched. He ground his teeth together, pinching harder on his nipples, abusing his now pulsing cock. He was so fucking close, and so was I. Beads of sweat formed on my temples as I jerked off faster, fucking into my fist, which I circled even tighter. I watched Theo squeeze his own goddamn neck, holding in his breath.

The third week established a pattern that Noah had not agreed to and could not seem to disrupt. It went like this: he arrived at the site. Eli was already there or arrived shortly after. They worked. Their work required proximity in the way that all site work required proximity — confined spaces, shared reference points, the physical coordination of two people managing the same building. And in the course of this proximity their orbits kept intersecting in ways that were professionally explainable and also, underneath the professional explanation, something else.

Supporting must include not letting the person feel down or any less in what the situation may be. A situation could be positive or negative, which may have mixed feelings in a person’s mind. You have to show him or her the silver lining because everything in life is balanced. That is how nature automatically works. Day has night, rains have sunshine, death has life, and the list goes on. Positivity or negativity is only in your mind because the process of nature will anyway happen whether you like it or not, and even if you want it or not, nothing stops or starts for you specifically.

“Yeah! Hurry! Winnie, we’ll definitely plan a grand funeral for you after this. We would help support your family too! From now on, us Mulligans will help the Pattingsons for life!” Winnie’s expression was twisted as she yelled at the others. “I don’t care about your lives! If I have to die, all of you are dying with me! Kill myself? Dream on! I would never do that!” Alex was still counting. “Seven, eight… you guys can kill her too.” ‘What?!’ After hearing that, two Pattingsons and another fighter teamed up and landed three punches on the woman. It was as if they had telepathy as they attacked her at almost the same time.

I opened the document, hoping it would anchor me. It backfired. The section on blended families and hidden power imbalances hit like a punch to the gut. “New romantic partners often create complex emotional triangles,” the text read. “Secret tensions, loyalty conflicts, and unspoken attractions can destabilize existing structures.” Case studies detailed step-relations where attraction crossed forbidden lines, leading to guilt, secrecy, and fractured trust. My stomach twisted. Every word mirrored my reality. Marcus wasn’t just Mom’s fiancé anymore, he was the man who had pinned me down and made me come while calling me his. I slammed the laptop shut, breathing hard.

Pine is not happy to see their mate leave so he wants to take control but Adam stopped him. "Mate is getting away! Adam, do something!" "Pine, you idiot, listen to me! She's human, do you understand? She's not like us! If the pack finds out we have a mate, they might kill her again! You promise me never to show signs you're there. Play dead the way you used to do for years. Even when I was in danger before, you played dead! So just keep playing dead, okay? It's not safe for our mate. Let me figure this out the human way! I promise you I'll find a way for our mate to be ours. But her safety is our priority! Do we have an agreement here?"