Sounds Like Titanic Novels & Stories

“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” ... ... My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster. Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question. “Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. That was all the permission he needed.

"You will be treated like nothing except my fuck toy. You will get spoiled food once a week and water one sip a day. You will always stay naked. No clothes for you. No electricity for you. You will be locked in 1 room with just a floor forever. You will never be treated like a human being again from this day on."

Everywhere in the house smelled like him. There were some things she couldn’t forget, like the way he touched her, the way he kissed, and each time they made love… Fuck. Even the thought of it made her panties go wet. “…I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Ocean.” She whispered in his ear, her legs straddling his waist. As long as it was Eris, he would keep coming to her. He was everything she wanted to run away from, and she was everything that he wanted. But Ocean knew from the very moment he saw her, their relationship as step-siblings would be ill-fated.

"You're a whore, a whore does not change overtime and you know that." He whispers back, loud enough for the older couple sitting across to hear. And they couldn't help but gasps in shock, as the older woman soaks her teeth in distaste while the older man frowns. "What did you just call me? Ethan, what did you call me? If you can't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, her voice barely above whisper and her eyes teary. But she felt like this was all a dream, they have been quarreling lately but not like this. It has never been like this. Earlier today when she told her sister, Eloise, about this dinner, they all hoped for an engagement. But this doesn't look like an engagement dinner, or does it?. This was some of the last words Aurelia heard from her boyfriend before she stumbled heartbroken into a bar where she meets the man who changed her life.

Kanya Klopper gave three years of her life to one man, her boss and her first love. When they got together, he made it known to the whole office. He held her hand in front of everyone and looked proud to have her. Now, he barely looks at her. Yesterday, he ended it. He said he cheated. He said there was another woman. He broke every promise he once made like it meant nothing. Today, Kanya still has to walk into the same office, still work under him, and still answer every time he calls her name. She does not know how long she can keep doing this, seeing him every day and watching him act like a different man, like their three years never happened. But Kanya can’t bring herself to walk away. Because if he really cheated… why does it feel like he’s hurting too?

The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max. I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot. Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up. She convinced them I was losing it, not dying. My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end. And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.

Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn’t even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn’t help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

"I know, Dad, but Omegas like us have a hard time in this society and I heard the college is built up of ranks, and only wolves with rich parents are allowed to attend it. Lovely is just lucky to get a scholarship there now that they are trying to accept ordinary students. They despise low-class wolves like us, and I can't stand their judgment and prejudice," Daniel clenched his fists into tight balls, anger apparent in his voice. "Enough with the negativity. They are just werewolves like us and think they will like my little girl," Mom commented and continued eating her vegetables. "Daniel is right, even if you don’t want to admit it. They may be werewolves like us, but they treat us Omegas as inferior. They don't see us as equals because of our rank. It's infuriating," my dad commented, his dark eyes burning with fury. "With all the things I have heard about their treatment of Omegas, I don't think I will like them," I admitted, feeling a bit fuzzy. *** Amber Darlington, a young black omega, moves to a new pack with her family looking for a fresh start after being banished from their pack. But instead of finding acceptance among her new packmates, she finds discrimination, bullying, and oppression. She is particularly targeted by Mason, the Alpha’s son, who sees her as an outsider and authority figure. As Mason's prejudice threatens to tear the pack apart, Amber must decide whether to stand up for herself and her family or suffer in silence. Will Amber be able to break free of Mason's oppressive reign? Or will she remain a victim of systemic discrimination?

Emily Danvers is the portrait of perfection like any bride should be. Bound by blood but haunted by duty and desire. One reckless touch of ruin dares to challenge her world like a thief in the night. Sending her spiraling into a quest of lust and self discovery. Will Emily choose to shatter the chains of familiarity or be casted to the dark side forevermore in this intoxicating romance.

The princess was now standing in front of me. But she was not what I expected. In fact, to say I was disappointed was an understatement. Like what the fuck. I've heard stories about how beautiful and enchanting she was, but the woman standing in front of me was completely opposite from that description. The woman standing in front of me was chubby. What the hell? I thought they said she was slim and slender. She even had a mole on her nose and when she smiled at me, I almost puked. She had a huge gap tooth and looked like a clown. "Greetings your highness," she said, and I almost died. Please don't tell me that is my bride. Like, what the f*ck?!