Shrink Synonyms Novels & Stories

“I kinda wished it was you. I miss you. I want you. I need you. I don't know if you cast a spell over me, but even if you did, I have no problems with that. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. You have no idea how jealous I get when I see people touch you intimately. Please, give me a second chance. Baby, I'm begging you. Please.” *** Two years ago, Luke Williams was outed... and the world turned cruel. He spiraled into depression, battling internalized homophobia and suicidal thoughts. But the deepest cut came from Liam Fox... the boy whom he loved so dearly... abandoned him to protect his own image. Luke escaped to Miami, determined to start over. He built walls, bur

Once, the love between me and my mate, Logan Hunt, seems almost invincible. He loves me, and I love him. Even if no one knows I'm the wife of Hunt Corporation's CEO—and our relationship remains a secret—we still love each other deeply. Until one day, his childhood sweetheart, Bianca Miller, returns to the city after a divorce. Since then, Logan has started coming home late. It hits me that our love may be nothing more than my one-sided feelings. I'm only one of his many. When Bianca moves into our home under the excuse of unfinished renovations, disrupting our private space, I know our relationship is destined to fall apart. If anyone is going to leave, it has to be me. So, I disguise t

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fra

Pain. Regret. Betrayal. That was all Nadia Holt was left with as life slipped from her grasp. She had learned one painful truth at the expense of her life: Love cannot be forced. She spent the last three years of her first life raising children who never saw her as their mother only as the unwanted stepmother. Worse still, she was married to a man who no longer saw her as human. And what did she receive in return? Death. She died alone on the cold pavement, regret filling her heart for every year she had wasted on people who had never loved her back. She died with vengeance on her lips and rage in her blood, swearing that if she were ever given a second chance, she would

"Sex slave? Is that what you thought?" "What else would you have dragged me here for?" I said, my voice trembling. He took a deep breath and looked me over, from head to toe, with an assessing expression that made me shrink back. "Don’t flatter yourself, female. You don’t meet the requirements to be one of my sex slaves." "Oh yeah? And what would those be?" He gave me that same smug, evaluating look again, but this time I puffed out my chest—and he seemed to notice, even if just for a second. "The first is being attractive." "What? Did you just call me ugly?" "Does it matter?" "Of course it matters! First of all, you're wrong! I’m not ugly, and I do meet all the re

Once I begged for your love while our son drew his last breath. Now watch me take back everything you hold dear. The first time, I died on a rain-slicked road with my four-year-old's name on my lips and my husband's rejection still burning in my chest. Silas Vance took three years from me. Three years of existing like furniture in his mansion while he draped Clara over his arm at every gala, every interview, every moment that mattered. When our son needed him, really needed him he let my calls go to voicemail. Thirteen times. I counted. Our son didn't make it through the night. Neither did I. Then I opened my eyes. Two years earlier. Divorce papers on the nightstand. My son's

Sienna was born the Alpha’s daughter, yet she grew up like a shadow in her own pack. After her mother’s death, love became a privilege she was never granted. Her stepmother’s cruelty was quiet but constant, her stepsister adored while Sienna was trained to obey, not to lead. Power flowed in her veins, but she was taught to shrink until she believed she was worth nothing more than her silence. Cassius was her only constant. The future Alpha, the boy who stood in front of her when others sneered, who promised protection with bloodied knuckles and fierce eyes. But packs do not run on childhood promises. As they grew, the elders whispered that Sienna was weak, unworthy, a liability. Lies spre

Months turn into years as Colter realizes that he likes the human college experience. He decides to stay, having lost all hope of finding his mate. He’s in his senior year, when he finally comes across his mate. Only to his surprise, she is the complete opposite of what he had hoped she would be. She’s Human This is a first for Colter. He has never heard of a wolf being mated to a human before. What does this make him? Weak? What should he do about it? Tell his father? Keep it a secret? Or…get rid of her? Losing her father was a blow that both Aurelia and her mother barely survived. While eventually Charlene starts to try and pick up the pieces of their life for the sake of her dau

Lucas Okon used to have it all — a corner office, a wife who laughed too loud, a future he never questioned. Grief took it apart piece by piece. Now he fixes leaking pipes for people who don't look at him twice, raises his three-year-old alone, and smiles with his mouth because his eyes gave up on it long ago. Vivienne Kingston has everything money can buy — and almost nothing it can protect. Six months after burying her father, she's running his empire alone, surrounded by cousins circling the inheritance like it's already theirs, an uncle who calls her "family" with a blade folded into the word. She's the only one who still misses the man, not just what he left behind. Then she sees him

Curtis paused to savor the view. She was totally open to him, her lower lips slick and swollen. Her whole body trembled, and that more than anything showed him just how close to the edge she already was: she was losing control, and he loved seeing it. Not able to stand it for one second longer, Curtis kissed her inner thigh, trailed his tongue up its curve. Tessa gave a small gasp as he slid between her folds, his tongue gliding up to her pulsing clit. He gave it a teasing little lick, then moved down again. She moaned in frustration now, felt his satisfied grin against her pussy. **** Curtis Manning is built from silence and scars; an ex-boxer, former soldier, and bouncer at Dangerous