Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

My face collide with a hard surface, I look up frightful, his brown orbs holds me captive as he looks down at my trouble form. His brow frowning at the sight of me. He sniff the air, I feel myself tense up.The skin contact makes the pain more bearable. His strong arms encircle around my body, securing me in place. "Who did this?" he thunders I can only look puzzle, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whisper The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. ***************************************** Vivian life is thrown into a mystery. After being brutal punished by the village chief. She wake up one day and finds herself in and unknown mansion. Filled with secrets and strange phenomenon. She hopes to survive it all. All Rights Reserved @ 2022

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband has his intern put on the custom-made wedding gown he prepared for me. "You wouldn't have looked good in a wedding gown with your baby bump, anyway. She's saving us trouble by wearing the gown for you. Think about how kind she is!" Before I can rebuke him, an earthquake happens. I lose my balance and fall to the floor. Instantly, I feel moisture on my legs. At the same time, my husband received a call from his intern. "There are so many frogs here, Mr. Quinn. I'm so scared…" My husband turns to leave, but I grab his pant leg. "Ethan, I—" "It's just a minor earthquake—the ground barely even shook. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't you hear Chloe crying because she was so scared? Can't you be sympathetic?" He ignores the blood pooling around me and hurries off to comfort Chloe Bennett. That night, they share a passionate kiss under a sky full of fireworks. Meanwhile, my child dies in my belly. It's a pretty good way to end things. Someone like Ethan Quinn doesn't deserve to have his own children.

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna.” He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection.” The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha’s Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra’s world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack’s new Alpha, who rejected her at the sniff of her mystical scent. She was instantly blessed with a second chance mate that turned out to be the most feared man in the wolf-verse who took an interest the moment his eyes laid on her. However, his interest held secrets. And her first mate wanted back the gem he once threw away. It is now left to Myra to navigate her new world of rejection, betrayal, love, and fate. *Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen*

My name is Lena, and until last week, my biggest worry was the late return fees at the library where I work. I was ordinary, invisible, and I liked it that way. Then a pack of rogue werewolves attacked me in a dark alley, and two monsters saved my life—or so I thought. The first was Caspian, a vampire prince carved from ice and centuries of solitude. His gaze held no warmth, yet when he looked at me, something ancient and hungry flickered in his eyes. The second was Kael, the Alpha of the Northern pack, all burning muscles and wild possessiveness. He took one sniff of my skin and declared me his “mate” without a second thought. Now I’m caught between a cold, opulent castle and a warm, chaotic pack territory. Caspian’s touch sends shivers down my spine, while Kael’s fierce protection makes me feel safe for the first time in years. They are sworn enemies, bound by a blood feud older than any city, yet both refuse to let me go. But the real danger isn’t their rivalry. Strange things are happening to my body—I can hear thoughts, heal faster, and the full moon sings to my blood. I’m not just a human caught between two worlds. I am the last of the Hybrid Blood, a forgotten lineage that could either unite the species or destroy them all. And the one who controls me, controls the night.

A kiss can change everything. One with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * “Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin burns” Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. “Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?” Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. “I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard” she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. “Then don't.” I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

Dante Russo is a Mafia Boss that was trying to turn over a new leaf until his Rival Roman Ricci, kidnapped his girlfriend and made him turn back to his old self. As a means to get back to his rival and have upper hand, Dante decided to pressure Madonna Ricci, his Rival only daughter into marrying him. In order to protect her innocence, and her families reputation, Madonna accepted to marry Dante, the Young handsome Mafia "Hi." The bartender turned to see a very handsome young man sat beside the girl. The young man was so handsome that every other men pale in comparison. "Go away." Madonna said as she had told every other men. The bartender has given up his desires, but he still smiled when the beautiful girl rebuked the handsome man away without batting an eye. "I am afraid I can't do that." The handsome man smiled showing a dimple that would charm off the pant of any girl. "And why is that?" She still didn't look at the stranger beside him. "Because I am your future." The words of the young man made Madonna to look his way. "The last person I thought was my future, just broke my heart." Madonna stressed the last word as she saw the handsome young man in front of her.

When I go home for the holidays, I find out that my dad has installed a facial recognition machine at the front door. "You'll have to pay an entry fee of 50 thousand dollars. Will you be paying by card or payment code?" I thought my dad was joking at first. As I laugh, I attempt to walk through the front door while pushing my luggage forward. But my mom passes me a price list with an icy look. "That'll be 200 dollars for dragging stuff across the floor. You'll also be charged 1,000 dollars per hour for using up the air." I'm stunned by her words. "Mom, stop messing around already!" But when I walk into the house, I realize that the air inside has disappeared. Unable to breathe, my face soon turns bright red out of suffocation as I kneel down on the floor. My mom huffs coldly again. "If you want to live, then pay up!" With great difficulty, I dig out my phone and pay the fees. Once the transaction is done, I can feel air rushing through my nostrils and into my lungs. For a few moments, I pant heavily. As I stare at my cold-looking parents, I finally feel that something is off. So, I scramble up to my feet and rush for the door. But that's when I find out that the front door is already welded shut. There's a payment code pasted on the door as well as a message. "Exit fee. One million dollars."

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death? On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible. Wait a minute! She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her. On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being. This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic. How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck? "Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face. Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something? 'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her. ***** He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human? Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?