Novels About Redemption

SUMMARY “Aarggghhh," I moan as Rafè slams into me with a single thrust. “Shhh, baby," he whispers, kissing my neck. “You don't want anyone stepping out and finds you fucking your fiance's nephew now do you?” He punctuates his question with another thrust and I bite on his shoulder to keep from screaming. I can't believe I'm having sex with my fiance's nephew on the balcony of our home, while my engagement party is currently going on inside. The worst part is I don't seem to be scared about getting caught. ∞∞∞ Every girl dreams of a beautiful life with kids and a loving husband. But when I'm sold off to an old godfather as payment for my mother's gambling debts I know that dream will stay a dream. Especially when he threatens to take my sister if I disobey. Everything was going fine till the day I sucked off one of his nephews in exchange for keeping my secret. The next day all three of his nephews are claiming me as theirs. With a past that I've spent my entire life running away from, a fiance who won't hesitate to end me at the slightest betrayal and three men who have vowed make me bend to their will, will I be able to survive?

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my member stretching you open?" His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..." He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in their püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?" Without thinking, I let out an audible moan, unable to take it anymore. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please have me. Fill me..." Brittany has always been attracted to her professor. She knew it should be forbidden. She shouldn't harbor such feelings for him. Not until she realizes he feels the same way about her. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Find out in this forbidden tales of passion and spice. TRIGGER WARNING; This is a work of FICTION. As hinted, these include FORBIDDEN romance and Smut, some of which might be too triggering to some readers. I'd advice you proceed with caution

Marley and Jeremy have been together since her freshman year of college. He’s the only man she’d ever dated and though he’s abusive to her, she can’t bear to leave him. After a particularly rough night, she runs into a man named Bryce who takes her home in the pouring rain. She finds her father, who has a gambling problem, being held captive by an intruder. As the intruder goes to assault her, Bryce bursts into the house and whisks her away to his home. There, she meets his two brothers, Cody and Jake. There’s something off about these men, but she can’t figure out what. Every time they touch her, sparks fly, and she soon finds herself spending all her extra time with them. Marley is unable to leave her abusive relationship with Jeremy and soon finds herself cheating on him with these three men who make her feel bliss she’d never felt before. Can she move on from Jeremy and have a real relationship with not one, but three men she barely knows? Fast Paced/Contains Cheating Trigger Warnings: DubCon NonCon Sexual Assault Abuse/Assault Language Blood/Blood Play DISTURBING CONTENT

“You’re pretty, but I don’t like ungrateful little boys, bébé.” He informed, clicking his tongue, and pinching my nipple. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. What is wrong with me? “So you do love my touch, Ivan.” He teased in satisfaction, his eye’s darkened in lust. My body trembled from his intense stare on my body. Pretty, Bébé, and the stares. He wasn’t straight. “You’re…into men.” I stuttered in realization. He shook his head in response, spinning me around. “No, Ivan. I like naive little boys like you.” He admitted, his eyes lowering to my groin. “How about you?” His eyes were fixed on my groin, “You don’t look that straight to me.” Cristiano Vito is known for his ruthlessness in the underworld, but there was one secret they didn’t know—He’s not straight. What happens when he is being forced to marry a woman against his wish? He detests the idea, and fights against it, but Ivan Hernandez—his fiancée brother changes his mind. Cristiano is determined to have him as his new toy, and agrees to marrying Mia to get closer to Ivan. But the problem? Ivan wasn’t into men or was he?

Though Micheal loved me deeply, When he was deceived by Ruby's lies,He lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong. He believed that I had killed his grandfather for the inheritance and that I had slept with other men and was pregnant with that man's child.So he cruelly subjected me to humiliation again and again. When he personally pushed me into the abyss, all the love turned to ashes—never to return in this lifetime...

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"

The day I found out I was dying, I ran into my ex-husband—yeah, the richest guy in the country—and his three-months-pregnant wife. He asked if I regretted leaving him when he got sick. I just asked for twenty grand. He told me I didn't deserve to live. What he never knew? Back then, when he was fighting leukemia, the only bone marrow match he had... was me.

On the day Zachary Lake stands at the pinnacle of global technology, accepting his award, I'm lying in a hospital bed, abandoned by doctors because I can't afford treatment for kidney failure. On TV, the host asks him to call the person he's most grateful for. Without hesitation, he dials my number. "Shannon, do you regret leaving me?" he asks. I clutch the astronomical medical bill in my hand, the paper crumpling beneath my fingers. Forcing a light tone, I reply, "Can you take me on as your kept woman now that you're a big deal?" On screen, his face remains expressionless as he hangs up without a word. Then, his cold voice pierces through the broadcast. "Now, I have nothing to feel grateful for." But what he doesn't know is that when he was on the brink of death years ago, I was the one who gave him my kidney.

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.