Small Nightmare Before Christmas Tattoos Novels & Stories

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

Six years ago, Elara Wynters lost everything in a single night— her husband, her home, and her dignity as a wife. Before another woman and a baby that wasn’t hers, her husband, Liam Ashford, looked her straight in the eyes and said coldly: “I don’t know her.” That single sentence erased the entire life they had built together. Broken and bleeding inside, Elara walked away without looking back. But in her departure, she carried with her three small reasons to keep living.

Excerpt Nurse Monica raised the baby up, letting her small eyes stay on the keyhole so she'd see what's going on too. "You can't let any of them go. Revenge what they did to your parents and your twin, please...." She sobbed gently before leaving through the backdoor, running out of the hospital with the baby. **** On the day she was birthed to, both her twin and her parents were killed and their organs dug out. Now the only thing in her mind is REVENGE!

I died with regret in my heart… only to wake up the day before my nightmare began. For twelve years, I lived as the beloved adopted daughter of a wealthy family—until their real daughter was finally found. Overnight, everything changed. The life I had lived, the love I thought was mine, and even the place I called home were suddenly taken away. Blamed for a life that was never truly mine, I became the family’s most hated outsider. Forced to live as a servant in the very house that once called me daughter, I endured humiliation, cruelty, and betrayal. Worst of all, I was forced to marry the boy I had always called my brother… a man who treated me with nothing but cold cruelty. But when death finally came, fate gave me something unexpected a second chance. Now reborn to the day before everything falls apart, I know the truth behind their lies and the pain that awaits me. This time, I won’t be their victim. This time, I will rewrite my destiny. ✨📖

My name is Freya. And, I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. ----- Freya Vaughn was the pathetic fragile girl no one wanted— but when the only man she ever loved cheats on her, steals her inheritance, and sells her into a nightmare, Freya discovers a shocking truth: she is no weak human, but a suppressed werewolf tied to the most powerful Alphas in the land… Only problem is the Alphas absolutely hate her. After being sold to the two gorgeous but rival Alpha kings Ronan and Killian Solaris—men who hate her and are determined to punish her for the sins of her bloodline—Freya is thrust into a world of cruelty, desire, and betrayal. Yet her wolf refuses to bow. Now hunted, rejected, and torn between two ruthless fated mates who refuse to claim her, Freya must rise from pawn to queen, and unleash a vengeance that will burn everyone who dared to break her. Because this time… the pitiful girl has claws and she is back for revenge.

On Christmas Eve, Gabriel Caldwell, my three-year boyfriend, invites me to go home with him for a nice feast and to spend the holidays together. But before I can even get a bite, I get drugged instead. "If I can't pay them any money at this rate, they'll chop my hand off, Evelyn! Seriously, I don't have any choices left but to deliver you to them! "Don't blame me for this, Evelyn. Blame yourself for having such rotten luck in life by looking just like the woman of Mr. Kensington's dreams. "By then, my debt is cleared, and you might live an extremely cushy life as a rich man's wife! Isn't this a win-win situation for us?" While I'm still groggy from the drugs' effects, I get delivered to an extremely familiar-looking estate by Gabriel's family. First things first, if I'm not mistaken, this must be my uncle, Sebastian Kensington's estate. Secondly, my uncle adores his older sister—my mom—so much to the point that he's never fallen for any other woman except her in this lifetime. And last but not least, all my dad did back then was roll his eyes at my mom once before Uncle Sebastian had him sent to a faraway continent. Well then, I wonder who's the one that'll be cursed with rotten luck after they deliver me to my uncle's hands? Gosh, it's so hard to guess!

She had always wanted a vanity ever since she was a little girl. She remembered it clearly, the wooden art piece her mom had painted a glorious white to match her small room. But Hannah had never known that it would come with a friend. A "friend" that had a past so chilling, her parents would have known that the red on the bottom of the mirror hadn't been rust. Benjamin Faye had owned it long before her, too bad she had never met him. This is their story.

Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. ___ He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.

Ericka Matthews has been in love with her roommate for two years. The problem? Dominic Anderson made her sign a contract when she moved in: no romance allowed, or she's out. She's respected that boundary, hidden her feelings, and watched him from across the breakfast table every morning without letting on. Then Dominic kisses her. And immediately tells her not to kiss him back. Heartbroken and humiliated, Ericka decides to disappear. She has a backup plan, savings, and an apartment lined up. She'll be gone before he even notices. But when she collapses on campus and ends up in the hospital, Dominic is forced to confront what losing her actually means. The contract gets torn up. Confessions are made. And it turns out their mothers have been running a secret spy network dedicated to getting them together for three years. Now they just have to survive Sunday dinner with both families and Aunt Linda's unopened Christmas presents. A contemporary romance about two idiots who wasted three years pretending to be "just roommates," the meddling families who saw right through them, and the kiss that finally broke all the rules.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.