Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

It was supposed to be a game, but when did it become a showcase for their love? In the next round, the player who was picked would have to throw a cat out and shout 'Run, doggie!' Another player who was picked was required to take a picture with someone of the same sex while they looked each other in the eye and then upload the picture on their I* stories, telling everyone they were coming out. "Player No. 4, please tell us the name of your first love," the app read out the next question. With hands over his face, as player No. 4, Linux let out a helpless look and said, "Alban Nii."

he choked at my words as we made our way out of the restaurant walking back to the pack house “And all Playboy have a girl that could make them stop being a Playboy.” “And you think that girl is me?” I said grabbing the doorknob of my room, Gamma Sydney had walked me to my doorstep, I turned to him, “Have you forgotten that there is something called mate? I am not his…” He cut me off, “Maybe you should remember, there is something called chosen mate.” I tittered, at his words, Sydney always has answers to all questions “do you want to come in?” I asked pulling my door slightly.

the voice urged, its allure coaxing him toward the dark woods. Closing his ears as if to shut out the otherworldly plea, he hesitantly stepped into the inky blackness. Unperturbed by the nocturnal sounds, Stuart, a natural leader, ventured further. A captivating girl in a Cinderella dress beckoned him deeper into the woods. Though her face eluded visibility, her beauty emanated even from behind. Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

He only believed in matebond, so he was simply using other girls to satisfy his desire until he found his mate. I wondered who would be his mate. Would he treat her really well? No one had ever seen him behaving softly with any girl. Would he love that girl? What about me? Who was my mate? Did I cheat my mate by letting another boy kiss me? Wasn't it wrong to feel like this for someone else? I opened my eyes and gazed at the sky. I could not help but think, 'Where are you, Mate?'

Role-playing was almost a nightly occurrence. Sometimes we would stage our role-plays outside the safety of our home. On many occasions, I have 'picked her up' in bars. We've also role-played at restaurants, and even on street corners. In case you're thinking that I was responsible for initiating these games, you would be wrong. Most of the time it was Anna who chose the role-playing scenario. Her favorites were forced sex, bondage, and being a submissive little slut.

Liam's wounds are fully healed; not even a scar remains. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess in a pure white gown. Elias stood beside me in a formal black suit. There was no possessiveness in his eyes, no desire for conquest, only pure love and commitment. "Sandra Moonridge," the shaman declared in the ancient ritual tongue, "do you take this man, Elias Blackridge, as your mate, your King, and your equal?" "I do," my voice was clear and firm. "Elias Blackridge, do you take this woman, Sandra Moonridge, as your mate, your Queen, and your partner, to stand by her side always and forever?"

I was no one's property. " No, and yes. If Carter and I mark you, it will signify that you are our mate. That way, unmated males would not try to seduce you, or sleep with you. It says you are ours and ours only. Our mate. Our Luna. Our scent will be all over you," he said. " You don't want me as a mate though. So how would that work? Do I just say the words and reject you now?", I asked. His eyes went wide, and I suddenly found myself pinned underneath him.