Otp Questions Novels & Stories

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."

I'm a human who works as a personal dietitian of Alpha Liam of the Undergrove pack. There was a man I accidentally ran into and actually said to me the words, "You're alive." But I didn't remember anything that I had the experience of surviving death and I knew in myself that I didn't have amnesia but when he added, "What happened to your wolf? Why do you smell like a human? Who did this to you?" Like... excuse me? How can I have a wolf if I'm a human? It's hard to believe but because of that questions, the realization that I don't remember anything from my past especially my childhood days, unlocked. When I found out that he is Alpha Liam's cousin, I asked Alpha about him and his answer was really shocking, "Honestly Nalani... I wonder why you didn't even bother to ask about your past; who your parents are, where you really come from. And thank you for paying attention to asking about him and it's time for you to know, that you are a werewolf and Ross, my cousin, the Alpha of the Dark Furious pack is your mate." Mate... that Alpha Ross is my mate and I used to have a wolf. How did this all happen? Who am I really? And how come I didn't notice it for five years? When was the day my memory about the past was blocked?

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

Camille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table. Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked. Except Adrien knows her. She is the ex-wife of his best friend. The woman he was never allowed to look at twice. He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him. But fate is cruel. Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run. Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks. He does not touch patients. He does not betray friends. He does not want what does not belong to him. Camille is all three. Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen. And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his. Some love stories are written in stars. Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.

"Does this feel wrong?" He asked, running his fingers up the slender curves of her spine, instinctively Abigail purred softly shaking her head. Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth roughly. Losing herself in his dangerous hues."Do you want this?" He grinned running this thumb over the bottom lip she had just been chewing, mischief swimming in his deep green eyes. Her breath caught in her throat watching him edge closer, consuming all of her senses. Nodding slowly, words escaping her. Lord help her she wanted him! "Use your words." He commanded, running his tongue over her swollen bottom lip. He tasted- exquisite. "Yes," She whimpered… Closing her eyes consumed by guilt. "But I want HIM too!" When Abigail moved to Blue Moon Creek seeking answers from her Father as to who and what she was, she quickly realised she had bitten off more than she could chew. Ending up smack bang in the middle of a century old rivalry, torn between two Alphas and her destiny! Soon releasing that even angels have to answer to fate. Her actions have consequences as do the answers to the questions she so desperately seeks.Will she follow her head and do what's expected of her, or will she follow her heart and fight fate?

"I don't belong to anyone," Brenda said, taking a step back. "You're mine, and you're always going to be mine," Damien replied, leaning closer and whispering in her ears. "Then show me you love me," she bit back. "Show me you—" His lips crashed into hers immediately as he pinned her to the wall. He let all his desires out as he claimed her lips hungrily. ****************************************** All her life, Brenda Williams has done everything her father asked. Because of his gambling excesses, she is forced to work tirelessly in school for her family. But when her father orders her to marry a mafia lord twice her age because of his debts, she doesn't find it hard to run away. Unfortunately, she is roped into another marriage with another ruthless mafia lord before she can bat an eye. Consumed with burning questions and a threat to her life, she struggles with the unfound hatred from her new husband. This unleashes a series of dangerous games, kidnap threats, burning emotions, and family secrets that lead Brenda to one question: WHY HER? Will she be able to figure out the real reason behind her sham marriage, or will she run out without turning back? Can she escape three mafia lords who want her for different reasons?

Everyone knew I’d do anything for Lucius Falcone. I was his shadow, his most devoted follower… or, to be blunt, his lapdog. For three years, I trailed after him, indulging his every mafia-heir whim. When he went street racing at midnight, I was in the passenger seat, even when I was burning up with a 104-degree fever. When he was screwing some other woman, he’d call me to bring toys, and I’d show up, no questions asked. Finally, Lucius started to soften. Just when everyone thought I was about to finally get what I’d been working for… At the party celebrating his taking over as Don of the Falcone family, he showed up with some bombshell on his arm. He gave me a bored look and said, "You're dull in bed. Tina, on the other hand, knows how to get me off." The whole room was waiting for me to break down. Instead, I just gave a small smile. "Then congratulations to you both." Then I turned, walked out, and got on a plane to Paris. Lucius was already making bets that I’d come crawling back within three days. What he didn't know was that his mother had paid me five million dollars to do it all. The contract was up. The money was in my account. I was finally free to leave him and to finally chase my own dream in Paris.

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, June’s world doesn’t just shatter, it awakens. She thought she was an ordinary girl on the brink of graduation, adopted and unremarkable, carrying only unanswered questions about her past. But when the moon rises, so does the truth: she is a werewolf, heir to a bloodline steeped in ancient magic and bound by destiny. Thrust into a hidden world where power is currency and secrets are lethal, June finds an unlikely ally in Killian, a formidable wolf whose loyalty is as fierce as his strength. Their search for answers leads them from shadowed forests to the sands of Egypt, where a mystic oracle guards prophecies older than empires—and where June’s lineage is whispered as both salvation and doom. Along the way, they cross paths with a vampire tailor whose enchanted needles stitch more than fabric, weaving protection, deception, and fate itself. But even his magic cannot shield June from the greatest revelation awaiting her: a queen returned from the dead, risen to reclaim a throne drenched in blood and moonlight… and tied irrevocably to June’s own heritage. As the Council of Twelve tightens its iron claws around her, June must unravel the truth of her origins before it consumes her. Every step draws her deeper into a destiny she never asked for but can no longer escape. Her lineage is her power… or her execution.

She was trained to be invisible. He was born to dominate. Isla Corvane is a ghost, a deadly omega spy who has spent her life in the shadows, serving an organization that taught her one truth: trust no one, feel nothing, survive everything. When she's sent undercover as a captured slave into the territory of Alpha Dylan Thornwood the most feared ruler in the supernatural world her mission is simple: infiltrate, extract information, disappear. But nothing about Dylan is simple. He's brutal, magnetic , impossible to read, and he looks at her like he's seeing straight through every lie she's ever told. Then she discovers the truth: Dylan murdered her parents. Now, chained in the den of her enemy, Isla must play the perfect prisoner while planning the perfect revenge. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous questions arise: Why does Dylan's touch feel like coming home? Why does he protect her when he should destroy her? And why does she feel a pull toward him that defies every instinct to run? Because beneath the lies, the blood, and the betrayal, a darker truth is waiting One that will shatter everything Isla thought she knew about her past, her power, and the man she was sent to kill. In a world where fate is a curse and love is a weapon, the most dangerous prison isn't made of chains. It's made of a bond that refuses to break.