My online-to-offline romance diary Novels & Stories

Dear Ex-husband I came back for revenge (Romance) For some reasons my erotica and Mafia won't be published on this app for now as I have been advised to delve into the werewolf and romance genre but you can find me on socials and follow me for updates on where you can read them. I would also like to plead with you all to support my next book, it might not be the genre you prefer but I hope you can give it a try. I am deeply grateful to you all for reading and supporting my work. Also for understanding me during my health challenges which is getting better by the way. Thank you so much!

Sophie quickly stopped him, not wanting him to leave, and reminded him to call Angelica. “No… or… I’ll just give you my card,” Cassidy offered, as if under a spell. Sophie immediately nodded in agreement. Cassidy then handed over one of his platinum credit cards. “It has a pretty big limit. You can use it for shopping, so you don’t need to pay me back.” While Sophie was keeping him occupied so he wouldn’t think about his secret lover, his phone—left on his work desk—kept vibrating and lighting up. Angelica kept calling him, growing impatient when he didn’t return her call.

“Rita, how do you undo a rejection?” “Did you accept the rejection?” “No. Never. But she definitely rejected me.” “Do you blame her?” “No. No, I don’t. I blame myself.” “An unaccepted rejection is easy to undo. Just be with her and let her accept you on her terms. Then, the bond will be good as new. I must get going now. I need to pack a few things before our trip.” “Trip? What are you talking about?” “We are going to Onyx Moon, are we not?”

Looking for something—anything—that would explain the unease gnawing at her gut. Then she saw it. A blinking file: “Candidate Omega_006 – Handler: D.M.” Her pulse pounded. D.M. Her mind raced. Damien Moreau. Of course. But no—maybe it was someone else. A decoy. A planted signature. Still, the seed of doubt had been planted. Every memory now rewound itself: Damien at the gala. Damien knows about Aidan’s betrayal. The contract. The timing. The perfect timing. Was he her protector?

Yara half lay down on the sofa with her legs still hanging on the floor. "I will tell your mom if you break up with your boyfriend again." "Don't care," Yara replied nonchalantly. "I will be teased. That’s it." "When did you, Ra, want to have a proper relationship, which would lead to marriage?" "Later when I meet my soul mate, Om. Right now I am doing a lot of charity." "What deeds?" Ranu asked confused. "Take care of people's mate, Om." "Oh my... I have one nephew and two nieces, how come you be the only one who is insane."

"That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?" "Yes, we did a lot! We just read books and he talked about the war then and also about science. I want to curse at him, what did he think of me as his student?!" "I thought it was a date, why does it seem he wants to be your teacher." "It's a date, he said it's a library date. When I see that man I'm going to feed him the books he's read! You know I want to leave the house because that's what mommy and daddy do!" I said irritably.

I realised that it was a bad idea to know about his fantasies in the middle of class because, before I even knew about them, I was dripping wet and squeezing my thighs to suppress the intense sensation between them. Me: No. My Vampire: Are you wet for me, Mia? I became wetter after reading his message and shifted in my seat uncomfortably. ‘Fuck! What exactly is he doing to me? He's arousing me without even touching me. How is this even possible? And how does he know that I’m wet?’ As I wondered, my brows narrowed in confusion. Me: How do you know? My Vampire: I just know. He sent the laughing emoji. Me: I’ll talk to you after class.

Carson was doing his work on his laptop in his room when he heard a knock on the door. It was his mother. He asked her to come in. Hera came to talk to him about the engagement between Carson and Amanda. Carson kept his laptop aside and looked at his mother. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, son.”

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.