Seducing Grandpa Novels & Stories

When I was five years old, I was kidnapped by the human traffickers. Later on, I was abandoned at Dreadvault Isle's prison meant for serious offenders located in the infamous no-man's land of Cloudguard Continent. In order to avoid dying from starvation, I clung to Edgar Blythe, who was a serial killer with the highest bounty known on the Internet, and called him "Grandpa Eddie". Then, I moved to grip Franklin Graves, a former boxing champion, by his diamond-crusted belt just to beg for scraps. Finally, I entangled myself around a top-tier assassin's leg while yelling at the top of my lungs, "As long as you don't let me starve to death, I'll make sure to take care of you once you grow old!" All the international mercenaries, arms dealers, and professional assassins were stunned by my declaration. In the end, they gave me some leftovers from their own plates. That was how I was raised in prison. Since my grandpas have enemies all over the globe, the first thing I do after returning to the country is act like a cowardly impoverished student. When I'm a college sophomore, Leonard Hargrove, a rich scion from a conglomerate, has accused me of stealing his laptop. He even beats me up relentlessly on the campus field and breaks three of my ribs by stomping on my chest. To make things worse, he forces me to swallow blood-drenched soil. I'm in so much pain that I've practically gone nuts and bitten off half of Leonard's ear as a result. Jordan Chappel, the dean of the college, kicks me to the floor when I meet him later on in his office. "Do you really think you're in the right for stealing from someone else, you broke bastard? All he did was hit you a few times! It's not like you'll die from those attacks! "You'd better tell your guardians to come here as soon as possible! I want to see them groveling to me and apologize on your behalf!" After spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, I turn to stare Jordan dead in the eye. "Are you sure you really want my guardians to show up?"

With him she is wild; and with her, he is tamed. Roxette Bennett wanted revenge. What she found was passion, obsession, danger... and a love that could destroy them both. She fell first but he fell hard. “Do you like this, baby?” he whispers, brushing his thumb across my hardened nipple, dragging circles over my stomach as my body melts. I bit down on my lip, and a small whimper escapes, feeling a burning sting at the center between my legs. “Oh no Baby, I love your beautiful moans but I will need your full permission. I can’t go further unless you say it,” he breathes, his possessive gaze locked on mine I swallowed. “Please, touch me” I breathe, feeling an aching need for this man. Then a dark growl, “How?” “Anyhow you want to, Daddy.” She’s young, curious, and just 22. He’s 39—intense and a very powerful man.She wanted control--until he took it. After her boyfriend is killed in a hit-and-run, Roxette Bennett is shattered—until she meets the driver, Sarah McLain, a powerful law professor living her best life without any guilt. Roxy wants revenge. She transfers to Gould University to destroy Sarah the only way she knows how—by seducing her cold, brilliant husband, billionaire attorney Aaron West. But Aaron is no pawn—he’s a storm. And once Roxy steps into his world, she can’t escape. Every kiss is a lie. Every touch, a betrayal. And every moment with him pulls her deeper into the fire. And yet, neither of them can walk away. Then there's Nick—wealthy, kind, and everything Aaron isn’t. He offers her safety. Peace and a way out. But when a devastating secret about her late boyfriend and an unexpected pregnancy surface, Roxy must choose: Revenge,love or freedom?

My Alpha fiancé, Andre Ackhurst, and his brother, Easton Ackhurst, are identical twins. They have the same looks and scent—no one would be able to tell them apart if not for their starkly different personalities. After a savage pack war, Andre dies, and Easton lives. But when Easton takes over as Alpha, he insists on inheriting both lines of the family—he claims to want to care for me, his sister-in-law. When his girlfriend, Callie Wentworth, learns of this, she berates me for shamelessly seducing her boyfriend. That night, I head to my in-laws' room, wanting to ask them to talk Easton out of his ridiculous idea. However, I hear my mother-in-law say, "Andre, Easton is the one who died on the battlefield. Why did you impersonate him and say you're the one who died?" "Easton" sighs. "Callie is an Omega, and she's weak. Her body won't be able to take it when she learns Easton is the one who died. I have to love her for life on Easton's behalf. "Yes, it's unfair to Jane. However, I'm sure she'll stick it out because she's already carrying my pup. Besides, I'll secretly care for her. She's so kind and considerate—I'm sure she'll understand why I've done this." I'm in disbelief after hearing this. Finally, I understand that my fiancé didn't die. He merely pretended to be his brother so he could comfort another woman. During breakfast the following morning, I tell my in-laws my plan. "Thank you for helping me move past Andre's death. I've thought things through, and I've decided to abort the pup. I'm going to start afresh." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, "Easton" suddenly shatters the bowl he holds as he feeds Callie.

Jake topher,a billionaire ceo falls for an upcoming model, just when he thought he couldn't be with a woman..... Victoria kings,a witty but courageous model, filled with confidence and determination towards life meets the dreaded CEO who everyone seems scared of in the city...she shows no fear. A fun romantic comedy with a touch of drama and action. ********************** "Can I kiss you?" Jake asked, his face just an inch away from hers. Her breathing grew heavy, his lips were near hers, they just weren't touching. She wanted to say something but no words came, so she looked back down, but it lead to more temptation. Her eyes met his lips, his perfectly lined lips, which were slightly parted. "Jake." She managed to mutter, in an attempt to stop him, but her low voice at the moment was more seducing than ever to his ears. "Can I?" He pleaded again, his thick yet smooth voice reverberated In her ears. She shivered when he brought his lips closer to her eears. He was much more closer now, she could smell his cologne, she closed her eyes, she loved the way he smelt, but she couldn't let him do what he wanted to do right now. He was drunk and she knew it. She shouldn't have brought up the idea of wine drinking. She felt a grasp on her waist, he pulled her to himself, there was no space between them now Cupping her face with his right hand, he admired her beauty for a while. "Vee?" He looked at her eyes." I want you, vee." He said, his gaze now on her lips, he wanted to kiss her so badly. ********************* Read more, please vote as you read, and make sure to comment who's your favorite . Genika3na️.

Read With Holy Water, A Priest, And Your Ancestors On Speed Dial from chapter 40..🔞‼️⚠️ ~~~~~ Rhydian’s fingers curled deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to cum for me, Little Wolf. Whether you want to or not.” Tavian’s cock pressed against my lips. “Open.” He growled. “Now.” “They’ll hear you.” Astarian warned, his mouth trailing fire down my spine even as his fingers joined Rhydian’s. “You’re ours.” All three of them said it like a verdict. ~~~~~ Twenty years ago, three Alpha Kings slaughtered my entire Omega clan—My parents were not left out, including my twin pup. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She cursed their unborn sons, binding all three to a single fated mate they must claim before their twentieth birthday. Or die. I am that mate. And I came here for blood. Rhydian rejected me the moment the bond surfaced. Yet his hands keep finding their way back to my body. Tavian thinks he is seducing me. He has no idea I am the one holding the strings. Astarian offers a tenderness so genuine it terrifies me more than either of them. I am the last son of Kaida, leader of the slaughtered Omega clan. I can shapeshift, bend any will, and bring three Alpha heirs to their knees without lifting a blade. My revenge was perfectly planned. Until the mate bond turned it into something I never prepared for. Because the closer I get to destroying their fathers, the harder it becomes to protect my heart from their sons. And intimacy, I am learning, is the sharpest weapon of all. ~~~~~ ⚠️Explicit MM content. Dark revenge themes. Depiction of violent scenes and blood. Three heirs who will ruin your standards. And an Omega who will ruin them first.

On the first day of my position as the branch manager of the branch company, I tell my assistant, Derek Mahoney, to not follow me around, seeing as I want to scope out the actual situation at the company in advance. After entering an elevator, I notice that a male colleague has his hands full because of a box he's carrying, so I help him jab the button of the floor he wants to visit. Before I can even retract my arm, the female colleague next to me is quick to slap my hand off the panel. "Where do you think you're touching? Are you trying to get cozy with him just because he's a guy?" The male colleague is stunned, to say the least. He quickly spoke to her in a lowered tone, "Are you nuts, honey? That lady was just lending me a helping hand!" The woman merely pinches the colleague furiously before hoisting me by the collar. "Lending you a helping hand, huh? She's already rubbing up on you and trying to help you out in every way possible even though I'm around. Does that mean she'll start seducing you outright if I'm not here?" I frown at the woman's logic and try to be reasonable with her. "Ma'am, please show me some respect. I'm the new—" "You're new?" The woman cuts me off with a scoff. "How dare you seduce my husband on your first day here! You really think I don't exist at all, huh?" Seeing as the elevator has reached my floor, I don't want to waste my time on the crazy woman any longer, so I try to leave. Mistaking my reaction for one of guilt, the woman quickly grabs my collar and yell, "Now you're trying to leave after stirring shit up, hmm? A minx like you isn't permitted to stay in the company! You must get fired immediately!"

You want to know what's worse than being in love with your best friend for thirteen years? Realizing you're not as straight as you thought while seducing her ex-boyfriend for revenge. I'm Diego Vaughn and I've been lying to myself since high school. The bullies who called me gay? They saw something I couldn't admit. But I had Avani - my best friend, my proof of normalcy, the girl I convinced myself I loved. Loving her meant I was straight. Except I've never been safe. Five years ago, my brother Matteo disappeared. I've been searching for him ever since. Then Avani starts dating Felton D'Angelo. A billionaire playboy who owned half the luxury hotels in LA. He told her from day one he doesn't do commitment. She thought she could change him. She was wrong. So she came to me crying and proposed her brilliant revenge plan: I should seduce Felton, make him fall in love, then destroy him. I said yes because I would do anything for her and because maybe if I do this, she'll finally see me as more than her safe best friend. I said yes because I didn't know Felton D'Angelo was the worst kind of dangerous. I'm supposed to be pretending but when he touches me, when he leans close and whispers what he wants to do to me, when his hand slides up my thigh under the table and I don't pull away - that's not acting. That's the truth I've been running from for thirteen years catching up to me. This was supposed to be simple. Seduce the playboy, break his heart, make Avani love me. Instead I'm falling for a man who might have killed my brother. And the worst part? I think I want to let him.

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.