Paxton Hall-yoshida Romane & Geschichten

“Lift up your head” I command and she obeys. I take a few steps closer to her and when we are just a few inches away from each other, I stop and scan her from head to toe. She’s got a perfect figure, curves at the right places and would pass for the most beautiful She-wolf in the world, but the deeds of her father will keep ringing on my mind and I can’t help but hate her. My wolf , Kane, doesn’t want me to hate her. I don’t want to hate her, but I choose to, because she has to suffer for what her father did to me and my subjects. “By now, you must have noticed that we are mates” I speak and she nods silently. “Yeah” “That’s rather unfortunate, giving how much hatred I have in my heart for you. This is a huge mistake and I will die before I accept you as my mate and Luna. Cassie, I Alpha Elijah, reject you as my mate and future Luna. I would never get involved with the daughter of my enemy , so you are free to go out there and find love and protection in some other man’s arms, because you will never find it in mine. Stay clear of my part if you want to stay alive.” “But… Alpha Blake. You can’t do this” She cries. “Well, I just did. Now get back into the hall before I snap your neck and end your miserable life.” I command and she scampers away like a scared rodent. Her father was a tyrant and he hated him. When he died, he transfered that hatred to her despite the fact that they were mates. Will he ever learn to love her?

Faye Millers was the plump orphan no one chose. With curvy hips, soft belly, and strawberry-blonde hair that was always tied in a messy ponytail. Too much for a pack that prized sharp bones and perfect lines. Yet Thorn Millers, the future Alpha and the adoptive brother who she was raised alongside, couldn’t keep his hands off her. He bullied her in daylight, then pulled her into his bed at night—secret, breathless nights where he worshipped the body he mocked in public. Faye’s wolf, Ulfa, swore he was their mate and she believed it. Until the coronation day. Pregnant with his child—the heir the elders demanded—Faye stood silent in the great hall, with her hand cradling her growing belly, as Thorn placed the Luna crown on her anorexic best friend Rieka’s head. “Some women,” Thorn announced, with his voice ringing with disgust yet never meeting Faye’s tear-filled eyes, “are simply not built to stand beside an Alpha.” The pack cheered. Rieka smiled triumphantly. While Faye’s heart broke into a thousand pieces. He rejected her curves, denied their baby and chose a fake fated bond, over the curvy girl carrying his bloodline. Her adoptive parents, desperate to hide their son’s shame, offered her money and care until delivery… then exile forever. But Faye didn’t crumble. As a social outcast swollen with child, she caught the eye of Jacob Black—the powerful Beta heir who saw beauty in every curve Thorn despised. Slowly, fiercely, he claimed her heart while royal blood stirred in her veins. They expected her to stay broken. To accept disgrace and fade away. With royal blood hidden in her veins and a true mate who craves every curve Thorn despised, Faye will reclaim everything he stole.

Mmm, fuck… That was the sound I heard one night when my mom’s new boyfriend was fucking her senseless through the thin walls of our house. Just two months after my dad left, Marcus moved in — tall, ripped, and dripping with raw, cocky confidence. From the very first day, when I opened the door in my tight tank top and caught him staring hungrily at my full, heavy tits and pointy nipples, I knew he was trouble. But nothing prepared me for the nights. Night after night, their room becomes a den of pure filth. The bed slams against the wall like a drum. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air as he pounds into her — skin slapping loudly, her desperate moans turning into broken screams of “Yes, Daddy! Harder… give me that big cock!” while he growls back, “You love taking this dick, don’t you, you dirty little slut?” I lie in my bed just down the hall, panties soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much it turns me on. I try to resist. I really do. But soon my hand is sliding down my stomach, fingers circling my swollen clit as I picture myself in her place. I imagine Marcus’s strong hands gripping my hips, his thick, throbbing cock stretching me wide open, fucking me deeper than my mom could ever handle. I ride my vibrator furiously to the rhythm of their fucking, biting my pillow so they won’t hear me cum… but I always do. How long before I stop just listening… and let my mother’s boyfriend fuck me instead?

*COMPLETED*Ariana Ferrer served as the King's Concubine assistant in the Arcadia Kingdom. Her parents sent her to work at the palace without celebrating her eighteenth birthday. They cast her out like she's not part of the family. One night, when Amaya, King Markus' concubine screamed in her bed and died when someone slashed her throat without mercy, they took Ariana from her room and force her to pledge herself as guilty for killing Amaya. King Markus agreed to kill her in the Kingdom hall outside the palace. Ariana did nothing but to prove her innocence to the King by begging him to set her free and Markus accepted and forgave her in just one condition. She would be his new partner in bed every night and Ariana accepted his offer even she's innocent about it. After one month of being the King's slave and concubine, the Kingdom of Arcadia had been attacked by the savage Rogues. Everyone weak got killed but Ariana managed to survive. King Markus died because of illness. After two months, Ariana found a guy named Arem and they fell in love and got married until one night, under the full moon, she found herself under the thick white fur of a wolf. She got scared and ran away from her husband. The scared She-wolf ran away from her said Kingdom and she was never been found until Anika Perez appeared in the present time. She's dominant and possessive you'll ever know as a Luna. She's stone-hearted until she met Argus Mateo, a man with a kind heart and willing to do anything just to tamed his found mate Anika. Will Ariana, a soft She-wolf be seen again from the past or will she forever be the duplicate luna of the modern time?

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Fuck, look at you,” he growled, backing her against the desk, voice low and rough. “Sitting in my class every day with that innocent little smile while your pussy’s soaked for your brother’s best friend.” She whimpered as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. “Tell me, baby,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing her pulse, “how many times have you touched yourself thinking about your professor bending you over this desk and ruining you?” Her breath hitched. “Too many…” He chuckled darkly, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. “Good girl. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me when you’re sitting in my lecture tomorrow, trying not to moan my name in front of everyone.” --- He teaches by day… and rules the road by night. Fleeing New Orleans was supposed to be Nirvana Hale’s fresh start. She was finally going to meet Adrian Cross; her brother’s best friend and the voice that had comforted her through her darkest nights. But the man waiting for her in New York is a stranger. He’s the lethal enforcer of a notorious motorcycle club, a man who treats her like a burden to be locked away. Just as Nirvana begins to hate the man she once adored, the world shifts again. On her first day at Rodrigo University, she walks into her lecture hall to find Adrian standing at the podium. In a crisp suit and glasses, Professor Cross is composed, brilliant, and completely off-limits. Now, Nirvana is trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. By day, he's the teacher who refuses to look her in the eye. By night, he’s the biker who makes her pulse race.

I'm Isa Borgia, the daughter of the most powerful Don in Corvina. My father worries I'll marry the wrong man on a whim, so he arranges for me to be engaged to Luca, the rising heir of the Marino family. It's an arranged marriage, but that doesn't mean I've lost all my say. The very least I can do is choose a ring I genuinely like. So, I go to the mafia auction. When the diamond ring appears as the final jewel of the night, I lift my paddle. Just before the gavel falls, an arrogant voice comes from behind me. "A country bumpkin like you thinks you can compete with me? Do yourself a favor and leave." The auction hall goes quiet for a few seconds. The only sound comes from the camera shutters clicking around the hall. I turn and see a woman in a gold couture gown. Her mouth curves in a casual smile, as if she owns the place. Before I can say a word, the auctioneer rushes to close the bid.
"Sold! Congratulations to Ms. Sofia Lopez for winning the final lot, the Eternal Star!" My brows pull tight, and a hot spike of anger rises in my chest. "You ended the bidding early! Do you even follow the rules here?" Sofia turns around and gives me a once-over, her gaze sharp as a blade. 
"Rules?" She lets out a cold laugh. "Come on. I'm Luca Marino's favorite godsister. Around here, I make the rules!" I can't help but laugh. What a coincidence. So, she's my fiance's godsister. I pull out my phone and call him. "Luca, your godsister just snatched the engagement ring I picked out. How are you going to handle this?"

“That’s it, little sister,” he rasped against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Soak your stepbrother’s fingers like the dirty, naughty girl you are.” Two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping core without warning, stretching me, claiming me, pumping hard and fast. I whimpered, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the moan that threatened to betray us. “Be a good girl and stay silent…” he rumbled low in my ear, “or everyone in this library will know exactly how desperate you are to be fucked by me.” ~~~~ One reckless, drunken night. One masked stranger who set her body on fire with sin and secrets. No names. Just raw heat, tangled limbs, and forbidden pleasure. The next morning, still throbbing from the memory, Miyara walks into class only to freeze. The man commanding the lecture hall is no stranger. He’s Caden Cross, her stepbrother. The one who vanished six years ago, leaving her with a childhood crush she never quite buried. Her one-night stand. Now he’s back. Older. Darker. Her professor. The stepbrother she once ached for has returned with one purpose: to take her, ruin her, and break her completely, until she’s nothing but his. As buried secrets surface and outsiders conspire to tear them apart, Miyara must decide: fight the pull of the forbidden… or surrender to the man who’s always owned her heart and now wants every filthy, shattered piece of her. Will they burn together in the ashes of their taboo desire, consequences be damned? Or will the world force them apart before she can beg for more? ️ Warning: This story contains explicit sex scenes, stalking, non-con/dub-con acts, coercion and manipulation. Kindly proceed with caution

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."