Nolan Fourth Wing

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my asshole stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty dick late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and fucks me stupid and bare, and informs me I’m his breeding bitch now, gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. ~Yesss~ This is a steamy story but of course it contains sweet love and shows how life could be hot complicated but lovely as well. XD

Five months pregnant, I watched my fated mate’s foster sister pour oil on our sacred threshold and strike the spark. I didn’t reach for the pack-link. Last life, I screamed through our bond. Cassian—my Alpha, the wolf I’d followed since I was six—came for me. Pulled me from the flames while his foster sister burned to charcoal behind us. He said nothing against me, even arranged the best care for my pregnancy. But on the fourth night after our daughter was born, he dragged us to the Blood Moon altar. He stood upon the High Rock, silver fur gleaming in the dark, and gave the order. His enforcers pinned me to the stone. He watched, silent and still, as they lit the pyre beneath our daughter’s body first—then mine. "You let Eira burn," he said, while the flames devoured us. "So you burn with what you loved." When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den.

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she came home looking guilty and handed me a brand new backpack. She said it was a gift for our son to use at school. She did not know that our child would never live to see his first day of school.

Celine, an orphan, is a werewolf on the run from her past, including the father of her secret triplets, Arnold Chase, who rejected her as a mate. When her children are kidnapped, she is forced to return to the only person who can help her, Arnold. As they work together to find the kidnappers, their intense connection from their past is reignited, but they must keep their true feelings for each other a secret as Arnold now has an arranged mate. Their mission is complicated by the appearance of a third player in the love triangle, a mysterious and charismatic werewolf who claims to have information about the kidnapper and turns out to be Celine's second chance mate. And a fourth player, Arnold's arranged mate, who tries every means to stop Celine from getting back to Arnold, even if it meant killing her (Celine) along with her triplets. The two mates must come to terms with their past mistakes and protect their triplets. Will they be able to overcome their differences and reclaim their status as mates, or will Celine choose her second chance mate? Or both?

Belle moved to Bree looking for a challenge, but she didn’t expect this. When Tristan De Clarion’s fiancé, Vernice, skips out on their wedding day, the jilted CEO is out for blood. When Belle shows up to interview for an IT position, Tristan—blinded by rage and the striking resemblance—mistakes her for his runaway bride. To exact his revenge, he doesn't call the police; he hires her as his Executive Secretary to keep her trapped in his orbit. Belle, a skilled hacker forced into a world of coffee runs and schedule-keeping, soon finds herself entangled with the childish CEO. Between their constant bickering and corporate schemes, Belle begins to uncover the truth of who she really is. But with a third and fourth party determined to drive her away and a sudden accident that leaves Tristan with a very specific case of amnesia, Belle’s battle for her identity—and his heart—is just beginning. Will a forgotten memory be the end, or will a pair of cartoon-themed underwear be the glitch that resets his heart?

Anita Hayes thought she had it all—a luxurious life, a devoted husband, and a future filled with promise. But behind the glittering facade of her marriage to self-made billionaire Alexander Grayson lay a truth that shattered her: Alex’s empire always came first, leaving her as a mere shadow in his life. On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Alex misses yet another important moment, choosing a business deal over their marriage. Heartbroken and determined to reclaim her identity, Anita walks away from the penthouse and the man she once loved, returning to her small hometown to rebuild her life. But Alex isn’t the kind of man who lets go easily. As he fights to win Anita back, her childhood friend, Ethan Carter, steps in, reminding her of the love and support she’s been missing. Torn between the memories of her past and the possibility of a new future, Anita must decide: will she give Alex a second chance, or is it time to close the door on their shared history forever?

Although he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Daniel King Carnillo was a magnet for bullies. Despite the severe bullying, he was able to survive his fourth year in high school. One day, a group of guys took his card and threw it away. Incidentally, Hannah Mae De Vera found it-she was the most popular girl in school-she tampered with King's name on the report card and happily showed it to her mother. But her mother found out about the tampering and made a deal with her. She shall need to graduate with excellent grades in math, otherwise she would be expelled and unable to proceed to college. That was why she needed the help of King. King became her tutor and unintentionally their hearts fell in love with each other. But a revelation from the past ruin everything they started. Despite knowing the truth, King and Hannah manage to graduate, struggling to ignore the feelings they had once. But Hannah wasn't able to pass the aisle due to deep devastation. Will the wounds from the past heal the heartaches of the present?

La sœur adoptive de Nolan Leclair a simplement bu la tasse dans la piscine. Il m’a alors ligotée et jetée dans la piscine, ne me laissant qu’une bouche d’aération de deux centimètres. Il a dit : « Pour la peine de Clara, tu dois en souffrir plus ! » Je ne savais pas nager. Je n’avais d’autre choix que de m’efforcer de respirer, les larmes aux yeux, suppliant qu’il me vienne en aide. Mais il ne m’a fait que des reproches d’une voix froide : « Sans punition, tu ne seras jamais sage. » Je ne pouvais que me débattre désespérément… Cinq jours plus tard, il a finalement fléchi. Il a décidé de mettre fin à cette punition. « Je te pardonne pour cette fois. Si cela se reproduit, tu vas voir de quel bois je me chauffe. » Pourtant, il a ignoré que mon corps décédé a déjà gonflé.

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.