Puppy Dog Eyes Please

Three years into her marriage, Claire finally asks for a divorce. She admits it—she got the better end of the deal. From nothing to something, she's the one who leveled up. And that's exactly why Ethan has been cold, distant, almost wishing she'd just walk away. She's human, not iron. This loveless marriage has left her drained, and the idea of ending it should feel freeing—but then he starts showing up. Every day, sharp, confident, strutting around like he owns the place. Clattering in the kitchen, attempting to cook. Even bringing home a Samoyed puppy she's always adored. Claire watches, equal parts exasperated and fascinated. Every time the divorce seems inevitable, he finds an excuse—sick, busy, a last-minute trip. Everyone assumes his heart belongs to someone else. But all along, it's been hers. A stubborn, prideful man, completely undone by the one woman he can't let go.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

{Warning: R-18} "No, please don't do this to me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Have I ever shown mercy to anyone, my dear Mate? Why should you be an exception?" he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "Please, I beg you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, her words barely audible amidst her sobs,"Why are you doing this? It's so painful. I hate you. Please stop." "How dare you try to escape from me? Do you think you have the courage to defy me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "I'm sorry, please, I promise I won't repeat this mistake. Please, have mercy," she pleaded, her words forming a desperate melody. "Your begging is like sweet music to my ears, Angel," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure,"You dared to run away from our marriage. Today, I am going to show you the extent of my power." "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

With exactly three days until our house is seized and everything we have is taken away. My father sits in his chair slumped over and defeated "Rose" he calls to me and I go to him. On bended knees, I answer him, "yes father my voice echos as it bounces off our now bare walls". Dear, I'm afraid I've failed you and we have lost everything, sighing he peers at me and continues. A man stopped by this morning offering to help me figure it out but I'm afraid the cost was too high. What was the cost father please tell me. Looking at him with pleading eyes, he sighs as he began to explain. He offered to pay off my debt and restore my business if I was to give up that most precious to me. My eyes widen and my throat goes dry just as my eyes fill with tears. Someone wants me I whisper and see his eyes dim just a little. Yes, my dear, and I can’t do it. Grabbing his hand, I lean in close so he can hear me. I’ll do it, "his eyes grow wide as he begins to shake his head no fast”. I smile and continue for you I will do it. He wants to be wed this evening my dear and we know nothing about him. “If he can stick to his end of the bargain the rest does not matter I will serve him if it means you won't have to worry”. My tears tickle my face the ones I didn't even know escaped. Standing to my feet I look at him and sigh, if there is to be a wedding today we should get ready with that I take my leave locking myself in my room.

I could not decipher what was suddenly wrong with me the moment my eyes fell on him. Was it the mate pull or was it something I took? His blue eyes like a magnet kept pulling me close, captivating my sea-green ones entirely. I was not in the right frame of mind, I was certain and tried to walk away from him. Only to stumble on my own feet and in seconds, he was holding me up, his hands securely wrapped around my waist and the longing in his eyes evident. My eyes fell on his lips and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I pulled his face closer to myself, kissing his lips passionately whilst moaning in bliss as his hands ran all over my body. He pulled out of our intense make-out and stared deeply into my eyes, "what are you doing to me?" "I don't know, I can't get enough of you. Just please me Sire" My voice was sonorously filled with desire. He grabbed my butt possessively, "In that case, let's take this somewhere else. You are mine anyways, I will make you scream flower" Without waiting for my reply, he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him back with the same intensity as he walked towards one of the empty rooms in the mansion. ******************* After Elora Dawson gets her wolf and meets her mate, Blitz, she discovers her extraordinary Powers and vows to use her abilities to put the ferocious leader of her pack in his place. But would she be successful in this almost impossible quest? What happens when she discovers the secret behind her birth? What of her Love life with Blitz, given the tribulations surrounding their love? Will they overcome?

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

Conrad: I didn't know if I would ever get my love back or not. I was gay but just for one person who started to hate me without telling me the reason and I don't know if I would get him back or not And I had started living without him, but fate had different plans. I saw him after months in the University and that too my direct senior. I can see the hatred in his eyes that can burn me to ashes. But I am Conrad Jagger and I don't back off without putting up a fight. It's a HEA novel with lots of angst and love. No third act cheating but mentions of surprise MPREG and death trauma. Mentions of incest and forbidden sex. Please read on your own risk. Tabby

I was out for a long time. My eyes could not adjust easily and I felt a lot of pain throughout my whole body. I didn't know what was happening but surely I was somewhere in the dark. "That's ok, now sleep. Tomorrow you will feel better," someone woman voice said. Then I heard another male voice saying, "what has gotten into you? Now we are in deep shit." I couldn't listen to the conversation any longer as I have lost conciousness again. I groaned in agony as I felt myself waking again. I opened my eyes slowly but I could only see blurred. I noticed I had better sense of smell and I could hear better too. What's going on?I could hear a conversation that was outside the room I was locked in. "Please, do not tell anyone. It must have been the haze. It felt stronger then usual this time and I couldn't hold myself any longer. He was way too hot and I felt an unusual feeling like I was out of control." That was definitely Mei, but whom was she talking to? Also, what the hell is she? I couldn't forget last night's images. Fangs, shadows, and, blue eyes glowing at me, no, but then the second time they looked Red. Yes. I remember that. I was not going crazy.

This is a dark romance book which means love will be messy, and intense. ANASTASIA: I’m hopelessly in love with my boss, Kai. The problem? He sees me as a daughter. Worse, his childhood lover, Vanessa is everything I’m not: dainty, soft, and an omega. And I’m just a female alpha. Only good for hard work and battles, never love. I wanted someone to treat me like I’m their whole world, like I hung the fucking moon, goddammit! I need to be their obsession. Preferably, Kai’s. So here’s the plan: impress him by finishing one last mission. Infiltrate the royal palace. Find the eye of Valtaris. Kill the entire royal family. Easy-peasy… except it’s not. Because the rumored ‘Mad’ Prince is absolutely mad—a psycho. And he's made me his new obsession. I swear he’s going to ruin my mission or blow my cover. And when I begged the goddess for a man, I definitely did not mean Zayne. ♧♛♧♛♧♛♧♛♧♛♧♛ ZAYNE: Being a prince is boring. Worse when you're not the heir, just another spare. I'm the royal mess, the black sheep. They say I’m mad, they are not wrong. Father says there's no saving me but I don't want to be saved. Then she walks in. The dark-haired minx and all I see is my salvation, my perfect prey. She’s being groomed to be my brother’s wife, but it's my bed she’ll end up in every night, screaming my name while my brother gives her pathetic puppy eyes during the day. I’ll ruin her. Break her. Taste her tears then call it pleasure. Her sass only feeds the crazy in me, gods help her, cause I will drag her into my darkness until she can't crawl out.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“ “If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** “You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. “I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.