Sonic And Shadow Making Out Novels & Stories

“Please…please stop and let me go.” I pleaded when he was taking steps towards me. I was scared to death because I never thought I would be caught up in this mess due to my father. “Why, my beauty? Why should I let a beauty like you go?” he asks with a smirk on his face. In a second, he was standing in front of me, nuzzling my neck and takes my blood scent in ” After all, your father is indebted to me, and to pay his debt, he offered you for fulfilling my hunger and sexual cravings.” he murmured licking my skin. After a few licks on my neck, he sunk his fangs in my skin, and I screamed in pain as he feeds on me, which later turned into pleasure, and I end up screaming his name in pleasure. Minerva Cole is a girl, offered by his father to pay the debt he owes to a wealthy businessman, namely Easton Lemeire. She loves her father so much that’s why she agreed to pay the debt with her body if it saves her father’s life. But when she is taken to the businessman, she gets shocked to know that he is a vampire. Not just a vampire but the King of all the vampires. Later she falls in love with him, and they both got married, but some enemies around them don’t want them together and are after Minerva's unique powers, which she doesn’t know about. Will Minerva ever find out about her secret powers, or will her enemies succeed in taking her powers? Will Easton and Minerva be able to have their happily ever after?

Katherine De’Cheney had a life she felt was perfect. She had a job she loved working at the New York Museum as a Conservator. She was engaged to the love of her life. One day she comes home early to find him tangled in their bed sheets with his paralegal. Shattered and broken, she crumbles in hopelessness. In her grieving state she passes out. Opening her eyes she feels transported into another realm. Standing in front of her is her grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property that she dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place that haunts her dreams. Something continues to call her spirit like a piece of her is locked inside waiting to reclaim her. Suddenly from behind, a Shadow of a man, shrouded in night. He reaches for her hand beckoning her to come. She jerks back and tries to run. “You cannot continue resisting me my dove” he says in silky voice with an old German accent. “Come home to me”. She feels her body relishing in his voice, his touch, and a hidden desire about him she does not know. The more she tries to pull away, the more she feels a pull towards him. Something kept nagging her. ‘What was drawing her back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man she saw in the window as a child before the wolves came from nowhere to attack her. She shuddered, trying not to remember. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return?

Every decade, Valen Academy opens five seats to human outsiders. Nobody questions why. Nobody asks what happens to the ones who never come home. Zara Voss has spent three years engineering her acceptance into the most secretive werewolf academy in the country. She's not here for the education. She's not here to survive the social hierarchy. She's here because her sister Lena was one of the five ten years ago and never came back. What she doesn't expect is Caius Vane. The Alpha heir is controlled, precise, and carrying a truth so heavy it has bent the shape of him. He notices Zara the way you notice a lit match in a dark room with equal parts fascination and dread. She doesn't perform for him. She doesn't adjust herself around his authority. And she is getting dangerously close to the one secret that could unravel everything his bloodline was built to protect. The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to him. And in Valen Academy, both things will cost her. Some doors are sealed for a reason. Zara Voss was never very good at leaving them closed.

My husband, Ronan Kade, and his best friend, Brynn Halcyon, were far too intimate for my liking. At a celebration party, Brynn openly bragged that he was so obedient that he did whatever she asked. When I accused her of not having boundaries, Ronan defended her at every turn and accused me of overreacting. The moment I turned and walked away, he was driven mad with regret.

Six years of marriage. All passion at night, but never tenderness in the daylight. Amelia Sinclair loved Christopher Zephyr deeply, and she swallowed the bitterness as if it were sweet. Her own daughter wasn't allowed to call him father, yet the son of his first love sat on his lap, learning to say the word "dad". The entire family treated that adopted boy as a precious heir, while her own flesh and blood was treated like a shameful stain. It wasn't until Amelia and her daughter paid with their lives—until Christopher signed the cremation papers with his own hand and then took the boy to attend his first love's welcome banquet—that Amelia finally understood. Love couldn't win love. A heartless man had no heart to give. When Amelia was reborn, she swore she would never again cling to that cold and humiliating marriage. In her past life, she had foolishly given up her studies, content to be a housewife and devote herself to her family. In this one, she submitted the divorce papers without hesitation, took her daughter far from the mire, and rebuilt her career until she stood at the top again. In the first week after Amelia left, Christopher dismissed it as one of her tantrums. By the first month, he brushed it off completely. It didn't matter to him what she did, so it was fine to let her go. Later on, he saw her again, standing tall among the industry's elite! Amelia was focused only on her career, and her daughter was focused only on finding herself a new father. And Christopher finally realized that they really didn't want him anymore. The man lost all reason. The one who had always been cold, proud, untouchable, suddenly threw away his dignity. He blocked the mother and daughter pair in full view of everyone, his voice breaking as he pleaded, "Honey, I'll kneel here if I have to. Please... just love me one more time."

My boyfriend, Simon Carver, was a man with very strong boundaries. For three years, he never let me go to his place. He said it was his private territory. He never let me touch his phone, not even to check the time. Even at gatherings with friends, he always seated me farthest away from him. I always thought he simply wasn't used to intimacy. Then, on the eve of our wedding, I received his shared location. I thought he had finally decided to let me get closer, so I followed the location and went to his home for the first time. The door wasn't locked. In the living room, a woman was wearing his oversized T-shirt like pajamas, her pale legs resting across his lap as she whined for him to massage her. When he saw me, surprise flashed through Simon's eyes. Then he returned to his usual indifference. "Why are you here? "That location was meant for Ives. I was in a rush and picked the wrong person. "Maren, you need to give me some private space too. Don't see one shared location and come rushing over like a dog that smelled a bone, desperate to check up on me." I found it funny. He was intimate with another woman, yet he turned around and asked his fiancee for private space. I didn't say anything else. I just lowered my head and accepted the out-of-state transfer notice from my boss. Since he thought I was standing too close, I would step farther away. Far enough that his world would never have me in it again.

I was supposed to disappear. Slip into a forgettable little town, stitch myself back together, and never trust a man again. I had a plan, a fake name, and a bruised heart too raw to feel anything. Then Colt Mercer looked at me from across the bar, and every single plan I ever made went up in smoke. He is everything I should run from. Tattooed, dangerous, and commanding, Colt is the President of the Iron Vow Motorcycle Club and, by day, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country. He built his empire from nothing and buried anyone who tried to take it. He does not ask. He does not negotiate. He claims. And the moment I walked into his bar, he claimed me. But I am hiding a secret that could destroy us both, and the man who broke me in the first place has sent someone to bring me back dead or alive. Colt says he will burn the world before he lets anyone touch me. The problem is, I am starting to believe him. Because falling for an outlaw king was never supposed to feel this much like coming home.

On Mia Larson’s birthday, her mother, who had been her anchor, passed away. Her husband, Nick Ford, did not celebrate her birthday, nor did he attend her mother’s funeral. Instead, he was at the airport, picking up his one true love.

[Mature Content] Caitlin Rowell, a young, orphaned girl who was adopted by a devious woman, is thrown into a life of difficulties after a traumatic encounter with a handsome, well-off young man who delights in having his way with women, and she becomes pregnant with his child. Her guardian throws her out of the house, leaving her with no choice but to fend for herself. She relocates to a distant city with the help of a wealthy obstetrician who is obliged to support her. In the new city, she gets a cleaning job at a major private corporation after having her child, and the CEO turns out to be her worst nightmare.

On the day Shane Jackson and I registered our marriage, his infatuated secretary pushed me off a building. I fractured two ribs, lost my baby instantly, and slipped into a coma. Shane stayed by my side and told everyone I was his only wife, never leaving my bedside. But when no one was watching, he pressed that secretary against the hospital bed and murmured, "If it weren't for you, Lily and I would already have a three-year-old child. You owe us a baby. This is what you must repay her." Joanna Rogers trembled in his arms, eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I loved you too much. I'll accept whatever punishment you give me." A moment later, I heard their heavy breathing. My eyes, which had been shut for three years, suddenly opened. Tears rolled down my cheeks.