Regular Show Chocolate Cake Novels & Stories

Delaney is tired of her boring relationship with her college boyfriend, so she cuts ties and goes back home to her brother's house to regroup. Only he didn't tell her that his high school friend, the Patch Larson, was living there, the one she was madly in love with for years. And now he's part of the town's motorcycle gang, tattooed and even more mouthwatering than before. And he is going to show her what a real flame feels like.

Each year 20 girls and 20 boys are invited to become part of the esteemed Werewolf Academy alumni. The school focuses on training each individual to handle anything and everything that could be thrown at them in pack life. These boys and girls aren't your regular omegas. Each of them has Alpha blood running through their veins. Now meet Yvonne. She's a sweet girl, who's father is the Alpha of her pack. Yvonne doesn't normally get involved in the political affairs of the pack. Instead she takes more of a warrior role. She loves her pack members and they love her. When Yvonne receives a letter from the Werewolf Academy, she has no choice but to accept. Sophie never thought the Werewolf Academy would want anything to do with her. She wasn't even next in line for the Alpha position, her older brother was. Sophie will make new friends along with some old ones, and she would eventually have to get a mate , How would she co relate with other wolves ? What kind of mate would Yvonne end up with ? Would she be able to keep up or quit the academy? Read on to enjoy the drama ! Romance ! and action .

One lie got her the job. One secret could get her killed. Fresh out of prison, and one misstep away from being dragged back behind bars, Mercedes Connor is desperate. No one wants to hire an ex-con, no matter how qualified she is. But her best friend has a dangerous idea: ditch the Connor name, go by her mother's; Mercedes Alexander, and cheat the system just enough to survive. Re-inventing herself, she was able to get a job as the live-in nanny at the prestigious Ford Estate. But the Ford's are not just your regular wealthy family. They're powerful. And they're hiding something. ***************** Bradley Ford is cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible. The world sees him as a tech billionaire, but behind closed doors, he's something else entirely: An Alpha werewolf, with a pack in chaos, and enemies everywhere. With threats closing in, the last thing he needs is a human nanny living under his roof. But his children chose her–and they never warm up to strangers. And for reasons he can't explain, so does his wolf. Two lives. One house full of secrets. And a forbidden attraction that could unravel both of their worlds.

What happens when you fall in love with the fantasy man in your dreams only to discover that he's real... but, not human? That's the question that Gertie Hitchcock faced. Not only did her hot and sexy dream man show up in the flesh, but so did a lot of unexpected situations that included alien shape shifters and crazy lovers who stalked and kidnapped her! Can her Dream Love come to her rescue and save her from some seriously bad errors in judgement?

Hana was the Princess of a noble Pack. She lived happily with her family however, everything changed when she turned 18. A tragedy happened that was totally unacceptable in their pack. No Alpha ever chose her to be their mate. But what will happen if everyone finds out that her mate was not one of their kind? Will she be banished in their pack? What will her status be after this? How will Princess Hana show everyone; That race difference don't matter. That what others think doesn't matter. That Love Conquers All!

"What's that bulge? It looks different from mine." My eighteen-year-old neighbor, sweet but simple, stared curiously at the place between my legs, a hungry glint in her eyes. I played dumb. "Why don't you show me what yours looks like?" To my surprise, without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly tugged off her little white skirt, revealing a smooth, bare patch of skin. "See? Right here—it's totally flat. There's nothing at all."

Sarah is a lonely and depressed girl, daily fighting the battles of life to survive in a toxic surroundings. On a regular night she witnessed a murder, she escaped from there and from eyes of the killer but destiny played a very cruel game with her. Sarah's father forced her to marry a man whom she haven't even seen before. Forcefully and helplessly she went to aisle but the ground beneath her feet slipped away when she saw the groom, he was the same killer. Xavier king, The cruel and heartless mafia married a girl whom he haven't seen before neither he showed any interest in his newly wed bride. But when he finally saw her face, he lost it. "Destiny has given me a very deserving chance and this time you are the one who will bleed, my beautiful wife..." He said as hatred and anger boiled within him. Will Sarah understand the reason behind Xavier's behavior? Why Xavier wants to destroy her? Will they fall in love or the hatred will be carried on to the end? Will Xavier make Sarah's life worst which is already ruined by her depression and loneliness? Welcome to the journey of two wounded souls...

“Our pathetic engagement is done, so don’t ever show your miserable face around me again. I’ve been disgusted by it for years! You are dying soon anyways, your disease has no cure! RIP in advance.” Francis, my fiancée spat cruelly, each word like a wound to my already broken heart. Not bothering to know how deep his words were hurting me. And didn’t care I was already drowning in pain.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.