Something Borrowed Sequel Novels & Stories

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.

They are both wondering: Can they truly move on, or will the embers of their past reignite into something far more dangerous?

Natalie Grimaldi has always been a fighter. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to break under pressure, she’s spent most of her life enduring the cruelty of her uncle, Gideon Grimaldi , a greedy man who raised her only to use her as a pawn. When Gideon announces that she’s to marry Viktor Roman, a Russian billionaire twice her age, in exchange for a debt settlement, Natalie is furious, broken and frustrated. On the day of the wedding something unexpected happens she is claimed in a contract marriage by California's most feared Italian Mafia family, LORENZO DE LUCA. She finds herself being sold twice!! Lorenzo doesn't know her name, doesn't care about her except his own gains(the real reason he bought her) but something in her fire, her refusal to bow, stirred something long buried in him. He buys her for something much more deeper —nothing more. But Natalie refuses to break. Even as he claims her body, her life, she hides her heart, planning escape, revenge, and freedom. But the longer she remains under Lorenzo's roof, the more she begins to see cracks in his stone facade: his silence, his shadows, his haunting grief and most of all HIS SECRET. The real reason he bought her. And against every wall she’s built, Natalie begins to feel the tug of something she vowed never to give him—sympathy. Maybe even more. As Natalie secretly builds her own power, forging connections and learning the dark truths behind Lorenzo's empire, she must face the hardest question of all: Can she destroy the man who bought her, if he’s the first one who ever saw her? Or will she fall for the devil who was never meant to love?

Born a rogue, the lowest rank in her pack, Tatiana believed that she would have nothing to actually be able to hold on to as a future aside from that that was drawn to her, the same future that her parents had had throughout their lives. But when she is rejected by the one man that despises omegas more than anyone else, she finds herself being lost as Alpha Elijah kicks her out for being his mate, a lower rank. But Kieran is not what she expected. Tatiana assumes her life is over when she meets him, but instead of killing her, he sees something in her, something worth saving, something worth training. He takes her in, gives her a home, and pushes her beyond her limits, forcing her to break through the weakness that has held her down for so long. What Tatiana doesn’t know is that Kieran has a secret. He felt the mate bond the moment he saw her. And that was something that he intended to play with. To explore and to play was what Kieran planned on doing. Until, of course, he was able to get where he wanted. Until he got her heart to fall for him… But it is not only love that is waiting for them, it is also revenge. Not only does Tatiana plan her revenge on Elijah, but he too finds it in himself to want to ruin her for simply existing, for simply being the Rogue Alpha’s mate. And both will stop at nothing until that revenge is done…

“Turn around,” he whispered, and the brush of his fingers against my neck set my whole body on fire. *** I was royalty, a wolf born of two powerful rulers. But when I turned eighteen and still couldn’t shift, the pack called me cursed. Weak. Useless. Then came the rogue attack. Blood. Fire. Betrayal. I ran, thinking I was escaping death, only to find out the truth was far worse. Because I’m not just a wolf. I’m something else. Something ancient. Something the moon itself fears. And when he found me, my mate, the one with eyes like wildfire and a voice that could command storms, my secret burned to the surface. Now I’m caught between the bond I can’t fight and the power I can’t control. And if I’m not careful… I might destroy the very world that rejected me.

Since my bone cancer is already terminal, my doctor asks me if I wish to receive an amputation. My breath is lodged in my throat. After hesitating for a few moments, I end up texting my husband, Jordan Parker. "If I undergo the amputation surgery, I'll get to live for another year. Do you want me to take up the surgery?" One minute before I'm scheduled to undergo the surgery, my phone finally buzzes. "Best wishes." It's the same response as the one I've been receiving for every message I've sent him over the past three years. Of course, Jordan has responded by transferring me money and a note that says "best wishes". I put down my phone quietly. Ever since I've borrowed 500 thousand dollars from him on our wedding night, Jordan has already determined that I'm a gold digger, just like what his friends have been saying about me. That's why Jordan transfers me money when I go through a miscarriage. When I beg him to attend my dad's funeral, he gives me money as well. Half a year ago, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. The thought about having to live my life with tubes inserted into various parts of my body while lying on my sick bed and waiting for Death to grace me with its presence in the near future triggers a mental breakdown immediately. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I send 97 long audio messages to Jordan. In return, I've received 97 money transfers. Now, I'm about to get amputated just so I can extend my life span, and here Jordan is, fusing beads with his childhood sweetheart, Camille Laurent. As I stare at Camille's romantic social media post and the barrage of comments that wish her and Jordan well, I pluck out the needle with a bitter smile on my face. There is once when Jordan has told me in a tone filled with hatred and resentment that his biggest regret is his decision to call off his engagement with Camille over a gold digger like me. Well, I hope that this time, he won't have any regrets anymore.

There's a rule in Pine Ridge—women are only allowed to leave the mountain seven times in their lives. If they aren't able to marry a foreigner who's not from Pine Ridge, they can only marry a local mountaineer and become a guardian of the mountain. Because of that, I've borrowed some cosmetics from my grandma seven times in a row. Every time, I'm often wearing my prettiest dress and waiting for the man, who has promised to whisk me away from Pine Ridge, to marry me. But despite having crossed the mountain and reached the same town seven times in a row, Joseph Kingsley is never there. In the village, the village chief, Arthur Langley, has a smoke pipe dangling from his lips. "This is your seventh time leaving Pine Ridge just to get your marriage registered. That director boyfriend of yours has gone over to the next village just to shoot more footage of the lass who has a really pretty smile. "Caroline, your boyfriend is already behaving like this. Why are you still waiting for him?" I clumsily pull out the phone Joseph has given me before keying in his number. The dial tone goes off three times before the call goes through. Only then does Joseph explain the truth to me. "When Gemma took us on a foraging trip, she got trapped by one of the bear traps in the mountain! You do realize that if a woman from Pine Ridge were to get crippled, no villager would want to marry her at all because she'd be a burden to them! "If I were to leave Gemma alone, her life would be ruined! This is the last time, Caroline! Once I ensure that Gemma's leg gets healed, I'll come marry you right away!" Joseph has been in Pine Ridge for four years so far. Throughout these years, I've hiked the mountain and braved the elements for him seven times in a row. But Gemma Watson keeps getting into trouble. Whenever that happens, Joseph will abandon me without hesitation. As I gaze at the phone, which shows that the call has gotten disconnected, I wipe away my tears quietly. There won't be a last time anymore. In three days, I will be marrying someone else.

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.

Banished. Broke. Desperate enough to say yes to the worst possible offer, to be a sex substitute for Alpha Derek's future wife. "Take my place during the night, sleep with my husband. You would be his Luna during the night and when the sun rises you would return back to your duties" — remain the ordinary lowly cleaner. This was Stella's life for months, not until another offer came to serve the Alpha's cursed older brother. Nobody wanted that job. Nobody sane anyway. Stella took it. Alpha Damien was half demon, celibate by necessity and terrifying by nature. Stella was a girl with forced experience and absolutely nothing left to lose. What starts as pure survival becomes something neither of them planned for. Something dangerous. Something that makes the demon inside him go completely quiet for the first time in years. But what happens when service to a cursed Alpha develops into something forbidden like love? Would Stella be able to help him break his curse or would Damien turn out to be just like his brother, someone who only cares about her body and thinks with his dick? One came broken. The other was already burning. Neither of them will leave the same. THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SPICY CHAPTERS WILL BE INDICATED WITH THIS SYMBOL ~~~. ENJOY!!

Kellan Reed - I was born Runebound—measured, studied, trained to lead. My pack believes order is strength, that tradition is law. But law doesn’t hold when blood runs in the dirt. The Interregnum is here, and every whispered betrayal at Obscura smells of war. I thought I knew who I was supposed to be: heir, alpha, scholar. Then Ronan Draxmere walked onto campus, all sharp teeth and wild fury. Bloodpine. My opposite. My enemy. And yet, every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of something I can’t name. Something dangerous. Something I might not survive resisting. Ronan’s Draxmere - Bloodpine wolves don’t play nice. We hunt. We take. We survive. That’s what my father drilled into me, and it’s why he sent me here: to prove strength where others crumble. But Obscura isn’t the battleground I expected. The dragon burns brighter than the legends, the heirs bleed unity, and Kellan Reed—the Runebound golden boy—looks at me like he wants to tear me apart and hold me together in the same breath. I should hate him. I do hate him. But my wolf doesn’t. And if the Interregnum comes for this place, they’ll find out just how dangerous a Bloodpine wolf can be when he’s fighting for something he swore he’d never want.