Stay Away From My Man Novels & Stories

He swore he loved me. He swore I was his forever. But when the spotlight came, my fiancé chose my sister instead. While they celebrated their engagement under my father’s proud gaze, I drowned in humiliation… until I made the worst—and most intoxicating—mistake of my life. I kissed him. Marcus Lucchesi. Twice my age. My ex’s father. My father’s most trusted ally. A ruthless mafia king who should have destroyed me for daring to touch him. Instead, he pulled me closer. Instead, he claimed what no man had ever touched before. Now I wake up in his bed—sore, ruined, and branded by the one man I should never want. And he’s not letting me go. ❝You begged for me, princess. Now you’re mine. Even if the whole world burns.❞ Betrayed by the son. Desired by the father. I was supposed to be invisible… but in Marcus’s bed, I’ve never been seen more clearly.

"Why on earth did the moon goddess choose to give me a man as a mate" I've waited all my life for my mate only to get a man as a mate from the moon goddess. But its different with him, he scents like strawberry and coconut, but that was how a girl scent. i dont believe him because when ever am with him i feel so different. by any chance is he a girl?. Alpha victor has waited all his life for a mate, which the moon goddess finally gave him but he was not happy because it was a man. he wondered why the moon goddess will choose to give him a man when he was not a gay. but when he was with his mate the feelings are always different. Will he finally accept a man as a mate? Mary Erasmus was an omega in the red moon park, she lost her parents at a tender age and had no one except for her friend Sarah, she was abused by her pack members and with the help of her friend, she moved to the nearest pack but not to be a girl but she dressed up as a man. maybe that way she wont be abused. what will happen when she finds out she is the mate of the alpha of the black mist pack. will she tell him she is a girl or will she play along and never reveal her identity??

Five years into my marriage to Ethan Morgan, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. He'd bought a private island in my name. He'd asked me to quit my career to rest. He called me his queen. What he didn't know was that I never stopped designing — under a different name, a secret identity no one knew about. Not even him. Then his secretary left a review on my designer account, raving about the dress her "billionaire boyfriend" had gifted her. The island in the photo was mine. The man beside her was my husband. [He says his wife doesn't satisfy his real needs.] [Only if he didn't need an heir from her, she'd already be gone.] I was pregnant with that heir. And he would never know. I made one call: "I need a new identity. And a divorce agreement."

Finding herself in a difficult situation. Alora was heartbroken and sad when she found out that the supreme Alpha was her mate the. The only creature she had hated and wished to kill. She was the precious person in his life but she was gonna hurt him like he did to her in the past. Will she succeed knowing he is the ALPHA KING?

Manhattan was a silent witness when my world shattered into pieces. In a single cold night, the man I called my fiancé turned sacred promises into the cruelest betrayal. I fled to Miami, carrying raw wounds and a fractured identity, hoping the tropical bustle would swallow my past forever. Instead, fate threw me into the orbit of Jovan Bradford—a stoic billionaire who became my only sanctuary in the storm. Beneath the glittering Miami skyline, Jovan offered a security that felt addictive. He was the kind of man who would stop the world just to ensure I could breathe in peace. But this safety came with a steep price. As a dark obsession from my past began to crawl back through black roses and tangible terror, I realized the truth. My presence threatened the very throne and reputation Jovan had painstakingly built. Now, I stand at a deadly crossroads. Do I keep running like a coward, or stop and fight beside the man who has risked everything for me? As secret after secret unravels, I have to ask myself—is this love my final harbor, or the dagger that will destroy us both?

When the factory director’s son dragged my drunk fiancee into the supply warehouse, I pretended as if I did not see them. I just turned around and walked away. In the past, I had ruined my own future by rushing in and beating the factory director’s son up. I was even framed for stealing the supplies from the warehouse. When the warehouse keeper came over with the police officers, my fiancee deliberately ripped her own clothes. She cried and said that she came with the director to stop me from committing the crime, but I beat her up and even defiled her. Everyone despised me, and I became a criminal. My fiancee’s parents could not bear the rumors, and they forced me to marry her. But that marriage was only the start of a hellish life. She lived like a queen at home, yet she told everyone I was starving her. When she got pregnant, she deliberately pushed her belly against the corner of the table. Then, she stood in the courtyard and cried. She claimed I had abused her, and I wanted to kill my own baby. My parents felt bad for me, so they borrowed money from everyone they knew to get her a job. But when she landed on the job, she framed my father for stealing the steel from the factory. Half a year after my father was imprisoned, he passed away in jail due to an illness. My mother could not bear the stress and fell severely ill. She also passed away soon after. When I was pinned under the collapsed brick wall at the construction site, she did not call for help. Instead, she picked up a brick and smashed it into my head. “If you were not so nosy, Jeremy and I’d have been together already. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time!” My head bled, and I was buried beneath a pile of rubble. When I opened my eyes again, I was at the entrance of the supply warehouse. From inside, I heard my fiancee’s soft, teasing murmurs.

Elowen Renshaw thought she had it all– a future with a man she sacrificed everything for. But betrayal struck her when her groom chose her half sister over her under the guise of a dying wish. Humiliated and broken, she made a vow never to be the victim again. Not until Ryan Sylvarn came into play with a proposal—"Marry me Gattina. Give Owen a taste of his medicine.” Ryan was a renowned playboy notorious for his acts, more still he was best friends with her ex. ……. "You knew I was drunk yet you still took advantage of me knowing I'm your best friend's fiancée." "Oh that." He carelessly dismissed it and dropped the file he was holding on the bed beside me. "I thought he's marrying your sister, why keep the title?” ……… Will Elowen and Ryan be able to stay within the terms of their contract marriage?

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed to him and won. Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself. Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement. When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club. "Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?" Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke. "Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is." "Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me." I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest. The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him. I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe. But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine. All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.

That night was supposed to belong to Mia. She had spent a month practicing for her first piano recital. I had cooked all afternoon, set the table, and helped her into the pale blue dress Luca loved. She stood beside the piano, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling with excitement. Then Luca's phone rang. Vivienne was spiraling again. After Luca's older brother died, his widow never really came back from it. On her worst nights, she forgot the difference between the dead husband she had lost and the brother-in-law who kept showing up to save her. And Luca always showed up. Every time Vivienne broke, he left us behind. Every time he came home, he brought apologies, pretty gifts, and promises for next time. And every time, I believed him. Until that night. Before he could make another excuse, I placed the divorce papers in front of him. He signed without reading them, then touched my shoulder like he was the one being generous. "When this is over, I'll make it up to you," he said. "You, me, and Mia. The Maldives. No calls. No interruptions." Then he kissed our daughter's hair and walked out before she played a single note. What Luca didn't know was that Mia's passport was already packed. So was the little suitcase under her bed. I was done waiting for a man who only loved us when no one else needed him. This time, he could come home to an empty house.