Never Coming Home Mcr Novels & Stories

Caroline believed her world was finally aligning when she found her destined mateKlaus, the powerful heir to the Alpha throne. He was meant to be her forever, her one true bond, her everything. But that happiness shattered the moment she uncovered the truth: Klaus had already chosen another, a mate who was carrying his child. The pain cut even deeper when Caroline realized that the woman was none other than her own sister, Bonnie. Instead of standing by her, the Alpha, the Luna, and even her own parents supported Klaus’s choice, leaving Caroline completely alone. The pack she once called home turned its back on her, labeling her as an outsider an obstacle in the way of what they called the “rightful pair.” Now, forced to watch and even prepare for Klaus and Bonnie’s mating ceremony, Caroline is left broken and questioning everything she once believed in her family, her loyalty, and her place in the pack. With no one left to trust, she must find the strength to survive in a world where love and blood have both betrayed her. But just when it seems like all hope is lost, the Moon Goddess intervenes, granting her a second chance mate the most powerful Alpha to ever exist. And within Caroline flows a rare gift: her blood holds the cure to the mysterious illness that once devastated her family’s pack.

“Relax. It was meaningless. It didn’t mean a thing.” Three years. That’s how long Lena Carter loved Evan Brooks—three years of loyalty, late nights, and believing she was building a future with him. Until she finds him in a hotel suite bathroom, hands braced against marble, whispering excuses while her cousin—and closest friend—fixes her lipstick in the mirror. All this happens during Lena’s promotion celebration. Lena should be home, crying into cheap wine and shattered dreams. Instead, she’s stranded on a quiet Los Angeles street at midnight, phone dead, heels in hand, with a group of drunk men circling closer than comfort allows. Then a black luxury sedan pulls up. The man who steps out wears a tailored suit, calm eyes, and an authority that makes the street go silent. Mason Hart. Billionaire. Tech CEO. And—unknown to him—the elusive owner of the company where Lena works as an executive assistant two floors below the C-suite. He offers her a ride. She hesitates. She takes it. That single decision rewrites her life. Mason doesn’t mix business with emotions. He doesn’t date employees. And he definitely doesn’t rescue strangers with haunted eyes. But Lena’s quiet strength, the way she refuses pity, the way pain sharpens her instead of breaking her—it gets under his skin. Lena just wants to forget the man who betrayed her. Mason offers distraction. Protection. Desire without promises. But Evan refuses to let go, spreading lies and suddenly desperate to “fix things.” Her cousin is determined to destroy what little Lena has left. And the closer Lena grows to the powerful CEO who signs her company’s paychecks, the more dangerous her heart becomes. Because falling for a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love might hurt worse than betrayal.

People feared him. They trembled at the mention of his name. They didn't dare to look at his face, because his eyes were cold enough to make one wish for death. He was Alejandro. The cruelest Lycan King in the entire world. He earned the menacing title after slaughtering his entire family by himself. And she? She was a gentle, naive young lady, who was framed, rejected by her mate, betrayed by her own family, and then banished from the very pack she was conceived of, and grew up on, throughout her existence. She lived a miserable life working in a hotel as a cleaner and living in a cramped one room. That was until she crossed paths with him in an accident, causing a dangerous spark to envelope at first sight, and the reawakening of the wolf she never knew she had. What happens when the bored and cruel Lycan King everyone fears takes interest in her, because of the one vow he swore never to break? And that was, cherishing his mate no matter his cold nature, because he despised being like his father, who hurt his wife {his mother} until she died.

TEASER SCENE Her back hit the wall, legs wrapped around him as he slammed into her— deep and brutal, ripping a strangled moan from her lips. She clawed at his shoulders, but he pinned her wrists with one hand, the other gripping her throat, controlling every gasp. “Look at me,” he growled, fucking her harder, her pussy walls fluttered helplessly around him. “Now come while I’m still inside you,” he ordered. Her body obeyed instantly— shaking, gushing, and screaming. “Good little whore,” he growled, still fucking her through it, never slowing. “You’ll come again.” And she knew she would— whether she could handle it or not. **** This isn’t romance. It’s raw, reckless, pulse-pounding filth. A collection of forbidden encounters, from ruined vows, to messy secrets, and bodies that should never touch— but did anyway. Men who treated desire like a weapon. Brides who forget their vows on purpose— offering their necks instead of their hearts. Powerful men who don't ask… they take. Every story drags you to the edge, pushing your thighs apart, and makes you watch as pleasure destroys sanity— ONE BRUTAL ORGASM AT A TIME! No apologies. No morals. No happily-ever-afters. Just sex— wet, dirty, desperate, addictive. Are you ready to get fucked by fiction? 18+ ONLY | Extremely explicit content, taboo themes, possession, obsession & shameless pleasure. Read with a towel… or a partner.

I’ve got a killer hourglass figure and siren eyes. In Hollywood, I’m the ultimate sex symbol. But after five years in this town, not a single producer would dare lay a finger on me. Because the man in my bed is Don Vincenzo, the most ruthless mafia boss in New York. Seven years together. Every time we finished, he’d hold me close, kiss me, and carry me to the bathroom to clean me up. I naively thought I’d be the only woman by his side. That I'd even be his Donna. Until the night of my 28th birthday. After the family dinner, I heard him sneer to his underboss: "Chloe is fun to play with, but for my Donna, I have other options." In that instant, I ripped out my cheap, pathetic heart. I became exactly what he wanted: a perfect mistress who only cared about his money. But Vincenzo didn't seem to like that. His dark, dangerous eyes locked onto mine. "Besides this Manhattan penthouse, is there really nothing else you want from me?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a fake gasp of surprise. "You mean I can pick out a Ferrari, too?"

He rejected his mate. He ignored their daughter. And by the time he learned the truth, it was too late. Iris was the mate Alpha Eric never wanted. For years, she raised their daughter, Evie, alone, while Eric poured all his love into his ex, Zara, and her child. Evie died without ever feeling her father’s love. And Iris? She finally walked away. But after her disappearance, Eric uncovers the painful truth he never saw coming: Iris was his true mate all along… and he was the one who destroyed everything. Now, another Alpha holds her heart. Can Eric win back the family he abandoned, or has he already lost everything that mattered?

My girlfriend, Elsa Smith, always avoided meeting my parents. Yet, she had no trouble turning around and playing the role of her ex-boyfriend Leo Quinn’s fiancée, happily meeting his relatives instead. And the meeting took place in the apartment I had prepared for us to live in after the wedding. What she did not realize was that I happened to be Leo’s distant cousin. She pretended not to know me and clung sweetly to Leo, saying, "This apartment was bought by my hubby, fully paid for." All the relatives were praising them as a loving couple. To keep me from exposing her, Elsa came over to warn me, "I’m just helping a friend deal with marriage pressure. If you mess this up, we’re done." So, I sincerely offered my congratulations. "Since Leo and I seem to have the same taste in houses and women, I’ve got some wedding supplies that I’m sure he’ll like. I’ll gift them to you both." That was when Elsa finally started to panic.

After divorcing her unfaithful husband, billionaire Silver seeks solace by returning to her home pack, hoping to start fresh and reconnect with her roots but home is not what it used to be. Her father’s legacy has left behind a tangled mess of debts, secrets, and enemies lurking in the shadows. Caught in the storm, Silver is drawn to the pack’s new young Alpha, a man wrapped in mystery, danger, and an intensity that unsettles her heart. Their paths collide in ways neither of them expected, forcing Silver to face not only the darkness in her family’s past, but also the forbidden spark threatening to shape her future. Now, she must decide: will she fight the chaos consuming her world, or surrender to a desire that could destroy everything?

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

After my older sister, Beatrice Hartwell, has passed away, my brother-in-law, Theodore Wesley, transfers me into his department. At first, I think he's merely watching out for me. But whenever Theodore bumps into someone else, he often leaves his sentences hanging. "After my wife has passed away, it's all thanks to Megan keeping me company all the time that I…" His words are often half-minced and filled with euphemisms. Because of him, the company is filled with rumors of me killing Beatrice just to take over her position at one point. I plead to Theodore to make things clear for everyone in the future. But during a Monday meeting, Theodore continues to mourn Beatrice longingly while bringing me up in a roundabout way. "The reason why Megan is late is that she spent the night in my house last night… Ah, I shouldn't have brought this up. Please don't overthink this, everyone." The thing is, Theodore is the one who wants me to edit the business proposal at his place. My boyfriend is with us the whole time! My colleagues all shoot me knowing glances immediately. They start muttering about "seeing the sister-in-law plot being manifested in real life". I try to explain myself, and yet Theodore keeps mucking things up for me. "Right! She was just editing the proposal in my bedroom—wait, no! It took place in the study! It's my fault for not knowing how to talk properly! The more I explain, the more chaotic things become!" I'm enraged, to say the least. Theodore doesn't know how to speak, right? Then he's better off silent for the rest of his life!