Scene Oc Novels & Stories

Bestselling romance novelist Emma Chen has built her career writing about passion she's never truly experienced until her new editor turns her perfectly ordered world upside down. Jake Morrison is everything Emma tries to avoid: cocky, unpredictable, and dangerously attractive. When he's assigned to edit her latest manuscript, their professional relationship quickly becomes a battlefield of creative differences and undeniable chemistry.As they clash over every steamy scene Emma has written, Jake challenges her to dig deeper, to write what she really knows about desire. But Emma's carefully constructed walls exist for a reason she's never recovered from a betrayal that left her heart and career in shambles three years ago. When Jake pushes her to experience the passion she writes about, Emma must decide if she's brave enough to let someone past her defenses, or if some risks are too dangerous to take.With a manuscript deadline looming and their attraction reaching a boiling point, Emma and Jake must navigat it the thin line between professional collaboration and personal desire. But when Emma's past threatens to destroy everything she's built, including her growing feelings for Jake, she'll have to choose between the safety of her solitary life and the terrifying possibility of real love.

When I reach the underground parking lot, I find out that my husband, Victor Blake, has parked his car in a slanted manner. Great, his car has taken over my parking slot again. I call him and tell him to get his ass downstairs so that he can move the car out of my parking slot. While waiting for him, I come across a post on the Internet. "I'm screwing the brains out of my mistress right now. What should I do to avoid getting discovered by my wife, who might be home anytime soon?" The comment section goes nuts. Apparently, the original poster has left a like on one of the comments. "Park your car in a way that it eats into your wife's parking slot. That way, she'll have to call you every time she gets home. Not only do you have time to clean up the scene and protect your mistress, but you also get to tell your wife in a righteous manner that you're reserving a parking slot for her." I frown immediately. As soon as I tap on the WhatsApp chat, I hear someone knocking on my window. Victor can be seen jiggling his car keys outside the car. "What's with the rush? I did this just so I can reserve a parking slot for you, you know."

On New Year’s Eve, a poolside party was held at the hospital. There, my fiancee Valerie Charlton’s medical prodigy junior colleague, Cyrus Zeigler, drew the wildcard in a party game. His task was to select a woman from the attendees and enact an explicit scene in front of everyone. He scanned the crowd, and his gaze landed on Valerie. “Valerie, you’re about to get married. I know I can’t have you. So let me have this one time. Okay?” Valerie’s eyes welled up, and she was about to nod. I scoffed and tossed the unsigned medical equipment purchase contract onto the table. “You’d better think carefully. Either he gets lost, or your family’s hospital shuts down for good. Your choice.” Cyrus glared at me angrily when he saw that Valerie was torn with indecision. “Is it that Mr. Everest can’t take a joke? He’s already controlling everything you do before the wedding. After you get married, he’ll probably keep you in a cage.” Valerie calmed down. Then, she turned to me and said scornfully, “You are a grown man. Have some grace. What era are we living in? Do you have to flaunt your masculinity all the time?” I watched calmly as they walked toward the pool. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Since she doesn’t care about this marriage, she can watch the Charlton family crumble.”

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.

A major pharmaceutical company offered me a position, on one condition. I had to transfer my membership to their pack. While I was still on the fence, my boyfriend urged me to take it and promised to leave the pack with me. But the day before I submitted my withdrawal papers, he changed his mind. Outside a private room at the bar, I overheard him talking with his buddies. "You're really leaving with Serena Frost? Your Alpha father just acknowledged you. You've got a real shot at succeeding him. You'd throw all that power and status away for a woman?" Xander Blackwood let out a cold laugh. "Of course not. I've been lying to her the whole time. You know how powerful Vivienne's family is. Keeping her happy is my only shot at becoming Alpha." "I can't have Serena finding out and making a scene that wrecks my plan. Talking her into leaving the pack was the only way." Hearing it all, I felt the pain cut me wide open. Five years I had loved this man, and he had betrayed me. I turned and walked away from that room. The moment I was out the door, I reached for my father, the Alpha, through the mind-link. "Dad, I want you to pull every investment we have in Xander Blackwood's pack."

After my wife, Princess Keisha Peyton, spent a reckless night with her adopted brother, I chose to abandon her and our child and return to my original world. But the next year, the system suddenly came to find me. [Host... could you go back for a while? The target has been trying to break through dimensions to find you. And your child... he's also a bit mentally unstable...] I looked down at the cancer diagnosis I had just received and sighed. "Fine. I'll go back." When I returned, I became the perfect prince consort. I no longer demanded monogamy. Instead, I even started actively selecting male companions to bring into Keisha's household. I also dismissed the tutors who had been pushing my son to study, allowing him to join the military camps while he was still young. I rarely went out and kept the princess's estate running flawlessly. But when Keisha saw all this, she went crazy—smashing every ornament in the room. "I already sent Gregory away," she said. "What are you trying to do, tormenting me like this?" Our son, Thomas Peyton, stood there tearfully. "I'll never say again that Mother can have many male companions because she's a princess. And I'll never mention Gregory again either. Father, please stop making a scene, okay?"

Ivory Howard has spent her entire life trapped in a town that never changes, same streets, same people, that same almost suffocating routine. Deep down though, she’s always known she was destined for more, she just never imagined how her life was to change… or who destiny had planned her to meet. Alpha Dominic Blackwood, a name many would whisper in fear. A man who sees people as nothing but tools to be used… and discarded. Trust was an emotion he had buried inside many years ago. Until that sweet little human girl. After stumbling into a scene she was never meant to witness… Ivory finds herself staring into the most piercing blue eyes she has ever seen… eyes that begin to unravel everything Ivory thought she knew. Kidnapped by that very monster with those bright eyes, Ivory is dragged into a hidden world of power, danger and dark desires. A world where Dominic doesn’t just want her… he claims her. As secrets from the past claw their way to the surface, threatening to tear them apart, Dominic makes one thing clear… Ivory was his now and he’d do anything to keep it that way… even if it destroyed him. Can Ivory move on from her troubling past and accept her fated Alpha mate… or will this savage Alpha be the death of her? Read on to find out.

“From now on, you are mine, i owe every inch of your traitorous body,PET." my body shivered uncontrollably, as his sharp canines grazed my neck region. "Yes master!" I whimpered. ****************************************** Milo was born as an omega. Something considered a curse and an abomination to his alpha bloodline and something that has never happened in history. Desperate to get the acknowledgment of his family, He is disguised as his Alpa twin sister and bundled as a pet to a ruthless and the most feared man in the underworld: the Mafia King. Bound in chains and stripped of his freedom, Milo is prepared to endure whatever fate that is waiting for him as a lowly pet. But on his first day, his identity as a boy was exposed. The lie that was meant to save him turns into a death sentence. The Mafian King does not take kindly to deception. Yet, instead of killing him, he does something far worse. He claims him. Not knowing that milo is not just an omega, He is something more, Something that is only seen once in a thousand years, He is an Ashborne wolf, the purest breed of omegas known for their breeding capabilities. The one mystery nature can't explain. Milo must learn to survive in this world fueled with cruelty, dark politics and betrayal, not just as the most hated traitor but as the one thing that is being haunted by all the alphas. An Ashbourne pet. 🔞🔞🔞 this is a dark romance book filled with smut, explicit sex scene and BDSM. Only for adults.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

Alexander's mistress was pregnant. He turned his back on me without a shred of hesitation, canceled our marking ceremony, and brought her home instead. As he passed by, he didn't even look at me. He just left a brief order hanging in the air. "She's weak. You know medicine. From now on, you'll handle her meals." When he reached the first floor, he paused again. "She's pregnant. She can't be frightened, and she needs me to sleep beside her." His voice was flat, devoid of any feeling for me. "There are plenty of empty rooms. Move out of mine." I packed my things quietly, without a word, and walked out of the estate. The butler tried to stop me, but Alexander's voice cut through the hall, cold and final. "Let her go. Once she cools off, she'll come crawling back on her own." His men, watching the scene unfold, exchanged amused glances. They even placed bets right in front of me—how many minutes before I'd regret leaving and come running back. But none of them knew the truth. The Alpha King my parents had chosen for me had already sent a car to wait for me outside the gate. This time, I wasn't coming back.