Stories About New Years

Gavin became Alpha right after our mating ceremony. His older brother, Damien—the former Alpha—was dead. Killed by a rival pack from the North. Gavin took his brother's mate, Sarah, and headed north. He claimed he was avenging his brother. He swore he'd expand our territory. He told me the expansion was too dangerous. He didn't want me to get hurt. So I was left behind. Left to rule a dying pack in the south, with only my healing gift to keep us from collapsing. I bled myself for healing serums, all to ensure his northern campaign didn't falter. Every time I sent word asking when our packs would merge, he'd give me an excuse. His position in the North was unstable. They'd just finished a war. It wasn't the right time. Seven years later, the pack couldn't hold on any longer. I sent Leon, my last remaining beta, to find Gavin. Leon’s message back told a different story. Gavin's new pack was already one of the three great powers in the North. And he had a pup with Sarah. A public one. Pain, sharp and swift, lanced through my chest. I marched to the pack elders and demanded they sever our mate bond. Then, I sent a message to the Healers' Guild that had been recruiting me for years: "I'm severing my bond. I'll be packless in three days. Tell the Guild I'm in."

Collection of short stories to take you to another world of imagination. This collection contains Love, drama, tragedy, emotions, and of course, lots of romance to fulfill all your cravings for stories. Based in the typical household of Indian Muslims.

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between.

No rules. No limits. Just pure, unrelenting lust. Taken by Lust is a compilation of hot, explicit stories that will satisfy your darkest cravings and leave you aching for more. From stepfamily to BxG, BDSM, threesomes, and taboo temptations — every page drips with desire and lust. Indulge your fantasies. One story won’t be enough.

WARNING: Reader Discretion Advised This story contains mature themes, intense emotional tension, morally complex emotions characters, and sensual content intended strictly for adult audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. When Wrong Desire meets Obsession… She spent nights craving her husband’s touch, only to end up being claimed by his brother. Larissa was a pawn in a business deal, married off to Finn, a man who treats her like a ghost in her own home. While she stayed under the weight of his cold indifference and empty bed, her heart ached for a connection that Finn refused to provide. A night, fueled by courage and the sting of rejection, Larissa seeks to drown her loneliness. She wakes up not in her husband’s room, but in the lair of the family’s greatest sin: Ronan. The black sheep of the house, the ruthless underground mafia, the playboy whose name is whispered as a warning. What started as a drunken mistake ignites a forbidden fire. Ronan doesn't just touch her; he possesses her in ways Finn never dared. Now, Larissa is trapped in a web of her own making, addicted to the man she’s supposed to fear, while still bound to the man she’s supposed to love. Desire leads to sin, and sin has never felt so much like home. LUSTily…..

⚠️⚠️Warning!⚠️⚠️ Contents of this book contains STRAIGHT, LESBIAN and GAY sex. If you're not into all three, I’d advise you to stop here. But if you love them all…then I dare you to read these hot stories without craving forbidden pleasure. ~~ “You want that, don't you?” Rocco asked, pinching my left nipple through my top as he rubbed himself against my thighs. A helpless sound escaped my lips, my lungs now begging for air under his chokehold. He pinched my nipple once more, cupping my boob in a tight squeeze. I whimpered, both from the pressure on my neck, and the teasing on my nipples. “No baby. Use your words,” he instructed, his hand moving to my right boob. When Thalia–an assassin–was sent to murder her latest target, she expected a quick mission. She didn't expect to be in bed with the man she was meant to destroy. Caught between duty and desire, one mistake could cost her everything. Because if her boss finds out… She won't live to tell the story. In this erotic collection, pleasure is dangerous and survival? Never guaranteed.

After seven years of marriage, my husband grew tired of our quiet life and took a college student as his mistress. That fragile, pitiable girl held Alain Roth so completely he didn't come home for an entire month, no matter how I begged. On our son's third birthday, I came to their villa, holding the feverish child and pleading for him to return. Inside, he stayed lost in passion with her. Jeff Roth drew his last breath in my arms while their pleasure echoed through the night. At the funeral, Alain held me and wept, swearing he would return to the family and love only me. I agreed, driven solely by Jeff's dying wish. Four years later, a video from his old kindergarten surfaced, showing Alain with a radiant Mabel Flores and a three-year-old boy. The boy smiled brightly at the camera, lifting a trophy high. "Mom, Dad, we're the happiest family in the world!"

As dangerous as his grip on her, he yanked her nearer to his face. "Are you trying to do-" her words got stuck in her throat immediately. Alpha Syrill gazed into her eyes, rolling his as if searching for something. The smell of her lineage came flooding his head as he tried to fight against his wolf from digging deep into her, sensually, without any delays. "The sparks in your eyes drills every ounce of my blood, making me want to do to you what you'd love me to!" "W-what?!" she exclaimed, as confusion washed her. "I just feel like to fuck you this minute and always each time I'm close!" ~~~~~~~~ As pretty as she is, Angela Brandford is ill-treated by her step mother after she found out that she knows too much about her true identity. Angela, a 'journey just come' with a twisted fate, resumes a local training in her formal pack where they left due to a situation whereby her stepmom committed a grievous and unpardonable offense, leaving her father lying critically ill at the hospital for months now. And Syrill Madison, the new Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was attracted to her scent the very first time she resumes her training, and notices that she's his one, true mate he has been longing for her coming. Everything changed automatically!

Aanchal is a girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai after completion of her high school. The new city has a lot in store for her-New friends, college, love and lots more. Enjoy this college drama with me.

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?