Sting Proof Bee Suit Novels & Stories

She returned with secrets that could destroy them both. He hates her. He wants her. And he’ll never forgive the only girl who still owns his heart. ***** I moaned into his mouth as Noah pressed me harder against the railing, his body solid and demanding against mine. One of his big hands slid down to grip my ass through the thin silk of my dress, squeezing possessively as he ground his hips forward. Gosh, he was rock hard. I could feel every thick inch of him. “Feel that?” he rasped against my lips. “That’s what watching you with him did to me. I’ve been hard all night thinking about dragging you somewhere dark and fucking the attitude right out of you.” My breath hitched, but I forced a smirk. “Poor baby. Jealousy looks good on you, Hale. Too bad you don’t deserve any of this.” He bit my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “You talk so much shit for someone whose nipples are hard enough to cut glass right now.” His free hand slid up my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the silk, sending heat straight between my legs. “Bet you’re soaked too. Bet if I pushed my hand between your thighs I’d find you dripping for the man you claim to hate.” “Keep dreaming,” I shot back, but my voice came out breathy and weak. My hips rolled against him anyway, chasing the friction I desperately needed.

Camilla Romano the daughter of a very wealthy family also the heiress to the Romano family is a famous actress who is loved by many. Behind closed curtains she meets with her lover Luciano De Vinci who is known as the richest but most feared man in the whole country. Luciano loves Camilla and is posessiveof her hating the fact that they are keeping their relationship a secret. Everything is going well for them until Camilla's father announces that she is getting married. Will Luciano be able to let her go ～～～～～～ ''Luciano please''Camilla begs trying to push him away while looking around the place in fear of them being caught. She can hear the voices of people at the party and is scared of being seen. ''I missed you baby''Luciano groans his lips making contact with her neck his other hand trailing her thighs. ''Pl-ahh''Her words are cut off as a moan accidentally escapes her lips. The voices walking towards the hallway become loud and Camilla quickly pushes him away. ''Please Lucian I'll come and meet you'' She promises the man who places a kiss on her lips before walking off while straightening his expensive armani suit

Saskia Smithsonia was the kind of girl who believed love could conquer anything — even the truth. To be with the man she loved, she buried her identity as the heiress to one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and became Valerie Damer, a struggling med student with nothing but grit and a borrowed smile. She thought if he loved her for who she was without the title, then it would be real. Worth it. Eternal. Valerie would do anything for love — even strike a deal with a devil in a tailored suit to protect the man she thought was her future. But love built on lies is always on borrowed time. Everything shatters the night she catches her boyfriend with someone else — a woman of wealth, power, and status. His excuse? “I’m just securing my future.” Heartbroken and humiliated, she lets Valerie Damer die and reclaims her name: Saskia Smithsonia. But some ghosts don't stay buried — especially when they wear devilish grins and hold your soul in their ledger. The deal she made still lingers — only now, the price has changed. It’s no longer just a favor. It’s a proposal. One that could either reshape her fate… Or destroy everything she has left.

The entire Silver Moon Pack knew that the Alpha, Wayne Smith, was completely devoted to me. After I casually mentioned that I liked the aurora, he immediately flew me to the Arctic Circle on his private jet. We stayed there for an entire month. I once offhandedly said I wanted to see meteor showers, and he took control of the Frost Moon Pack, the one that controlled the highest peak. He built a palace there just so I could lie down and look up at the entire Milky Way. On the night of the full moon, he swore before the whole pack. "I, Wayne, will have only Nina Shaw as my mate in this lifetime. My love will never waver." In front of all the werewolves, he knelt on one knee to put my shoes on, making it unmistakably clear that I was his one true love. Even when he shifted into his wolf form, he would forgo his pride and allow me to touch his head. But just moments ago, I reached into the pocket of the suit he had changed out of and found an ultrasound report. [Six-week-old pup with a normal heartbeat.] However, as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I wasn't pregnant at all.

He is a demi-god. He is powerful, He is fearless, He's ruthless, He's a cold-hearted being. He hated her family. He hated her; only his stance scared her, yet she still felt the butterfly in her stomach. She was supposed to hate him, but despite that, she loves him. "You mean nothing more than a servant." And you will only suffer for the rest of your life. "I will make sure you live in agony all the days of your life." He thundered in his most intimidating aura, forcefully holding her neck. "I am sorry; forgive me." She pleaded, and his emotions became worse. He hates to hear the words "sorry" and "forgiveness," but she wouldn't stop saying those two words, thinking it would ease his heart. Khalid an handsome, rich dude in his late twenties. He curly hair suit him more like a demi-god, he has pinks lips more like a woman, which makes girls crave for him. But he hate disrespecting girls. But the case of his wife is different, why is he so cold towards her. Will she find out the reason for his behaviour?

After my crimes, I surrendered myself to the police. My fiance rushed over and questioned me, “You didn’t steal anything, so why’re you admitting it?!” I spread my hands. I decided to spend the rest of my life in prison. In my previous life, my fiance’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had caused trouble everywhere after she returned to her home country. First, she stole things from a mall. Then, she dined and dashed. Finally, she ran a red light and killed someone. The mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all cornered me. I was puzzled. Why did they come after me for the things Selene did? Later, they accused me in front of the police of stealing, dining and dashing, and committing a hit-and-run. Apparently, they had mistaken me for Selene. But Selene and I looked nothing alike. I requested the surveillance footage as proof of their claims. The footage somehow showed that I was the one who had stolen things, dined and dashed, and committed a hit-and-run. My denial was useless without evidence. The footage, on the other hand, was foolproof. The victim’s family stabbed me to death out of rage. Even as I died, I could not understand why all the crimes Selene committed ended up becoming mine. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the very day Selene stole things from the mall.

A woman trapped between struggles and optimism who was working toward her dream unintentionally found love. One night, a man who stole her heart appeared to her like a knight in shining armor. A love so beautiful, it promises friendship. Betrayal causes sadness and pain. A new journey to take, facing the world, to move on. "Where do I go from here?" she asked herself. Alone, she faced challenges to being able to maintain the life she left behind back home. When everything is calm and quiet, she notices a man showing up from nowhere. That catches her eyes. However, would there be a chance for them to get together? Is he dating her new acquaintance that she met? She needed to let go of her feelings for him, she insisted, but her heart talks louder than her thoughts. A new beginning of a love story that will chase her for the rest of her life. Distance and separations are just heartbreaking; temptation she needs to avoid to save the relationship she is taking care of; dreams that keep on meddling in both of their lives. Will there be an end to this waiting game? Can they finally be together at the end? It’s a you and me against the world life they are living in. The world is so cruel, but the love you kept in your heart will be the proof that anything is possible when you both know there’s this string of love that connects you wherever you are.

They didn’t come for her blood. They came for her truth. In Valtheris, magic only works if it’s sworn, witnessed, and recorded. Break an oath, and reality fractures. Aris Vale is a licensed Resonance Auditor—one of the few people alive who can hear falsehoods buried inside sacred contracts. When she uncovers a hidden addendum forged into a Concord Tribunal accord—one capable of enslaving entire bloodlines—she does what the law demands. She reports it. The Tribunal answers with a Sanctified Writ of Divine Custody. Seized in public and branded a legal asset, Aris becomes proof of something far more dangerous than rebellion: corruption at the heart of holy law. Anyone who interferes is declared a traitor. Anyone who helps her risks erasure. Four powerful men—each a leader of rival oath-factions—intervene, not as saviors, but because the Tribunal’s move threatens the entire legal foundation of the realm. Forced into alliance, they take Aris beyond Concord roads and into a moving Waystation Caravan where neutrality is sacred and betrayal is fatal. Now hunted by sanctioned enforcers and tracked by divine ink still clinging to her skin, Aris must decide whether to run… or turn herself into the weapon the law never anticipated. Because in a world ruled by contracts, the most dangerous thing isn’t broken vows. It’s the woman who can prove they were never true.

I’m the Vettori family princess. The only one. It was our fifth anniversary. A big dinner party at the estate. A waiter spilled red wine on my husband Marco, heir to the Rossi family. My best friend, Sofia, slapped the waiter. Hard. Then she was all over Marco, helping him out of his jacket. Her hand lingered on his waist. A second too long. I just stood there, watching. Sofia saw me. "I was just closer, that's all. Helping him clean up. Don't overthink it." I just smiled. Grabbed my glass. I went to make the rounds with the old dons from the other families. I would finish this night with my head held high. Later that night, Marco crawled into my bed, stinking of booze. His hands were on my waist. He wanted sex. I pushed him off. "The alliance is over," I said, my voice dead. "We're finished." Marco sobered up fast. His face went cold. "I'm trying to apologize here. You're divorcing me because Sofia helped me with my jacket?" I laughed. He didn’t get it. Not until I threw the proof of his betrayal in his face. Not until I cut him off from my family. Then he was on his knees, crying, begging me to forgive him.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*