Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

Christopher Hayden a once proud soldier betrayed by the Kingdom he swore to protect, has been struggling to survive in a world he is no longer familiar with. By pure chance he rescues the princess of his former enemy Sarah EverHeart who is fleeing from a marriage she does not wish for. Desperate she requests Christopher's aid. Unaware of the debt she has taken on, Christopher pushes forward driven by two things. His feelings for his loved ones, and his unquenchable thirst for revenge against those responsible. Is he a curse? A savior? A hero done wrong? The one fact is he will bring the world to it's knees and watch it burn to deliver his hate and retribution while paving a path for the princess. A story that will bring happiness and sadness while bringing many mythical beings to life. Vampires, werewolves, spirits, elves and more. Will hate consume the once noble soul or can love bring him back from the brink during their struggle to survive? Just would like to take a moment to thank any of you who have been reading my book so far. I would appreciate any and all reviews, especially if you wish for it to continue. Also if you're enjoying this book, and possibly interested in an urban realistic feel free to check out my other book The Garden Of Rising Stars

Dion Annabelle finds herself in a pack where she is hated by everyone. From the Alpha to his subjects and down to the pack members. Things gets even complicated, when Annabelle finds out about her mate bond with Leonard, the Alpha’s son. Leonard a well respected name in the pack, is bound to inherit his father’s place as Alpha, but faces serious consequence. He is under pressure by his father to denounce Annabelle or risk loosing his place as Alpha. Two world collides and both most navigate through the toxic environment that they find themselves, if their love was to blossom.

When Gideon Clarke rejected another one of my reimbursement requests, he attached the same message. "Your grandma doesn't have long to live. No matter how expensive the medication is, she won't even know the difference. As long as her vital signs are stable, that's enough. My money doesn't grow on trees." He was right. So I decided I would never spend another penny of his money again. I was leaving the Clarke family and the gilded cage that came with it. When the housekeeper saw the divorce papers in my hand, she shook her head with contempt. "Couldn't keep your husband, so now you're playing games." Gideon took the papers without saying a word. He only frowned at me, looking at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "Audrey, I'm busy. I have research to do and papers to write. I don't have time for this nonsense." In the end, though, I still got the signed divorce agreement. All thanks to his adopted sister. I was Mrs. Clarke, the wife of the nation's youngest and most celebrated scientist. Yet I lived worse than a stray dog. My grandmother needed approval from his adopted sister before she could have a 50,000-dollar surgery. If I came down with a fever and needed to be hospitalized, I needed her permission. Even after my grandmother died, I had to wait for her to be in the right mood before I could pay the cremation fee at the funeral home. I had endured it for five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Now, I would never have to endure it again.

I was thrown out someone else's door twice before I even turned thirty. The first time was during my marriage with Donald Stern, a businessman. When it was time for my pregnancy checkup, I found out he was making love to a college girl right in front of the 100th floor's window. He called me a childish woman and threw me out the door. My father told me that all wealthy men cheated sooner or later. To prove people wrong, I married my childhood friend of ten years, Shawn Foster. He was accepting and caring of me. He did not mind that my ex-husband still sent apology gifts every year. He did not even mind that we had no children after three years of marriage. Every time we were going at it and reaching the climax, he would nibble on my ear and whisper, "We don't need children. All I need is you." On our anniversary, he brought home a woman I had never seen before and ordered the butler to throw my luggage out of the main bedroom. I clenched the pregnancy test I had not yet shown him. With a trembling voice, I asked, "What's the meaning of this?" A cigarette sat between his fingers. He had a look on his face that said he had just heard the biggest joke getting cracked. "Drop the act already, Yvonne. Haven't you learned anything from Donald dumping you?"

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

Betrayed by her fiancé, Caroline Evans decides on a whim to marry someone else. Everyone mocks her for the decision of giving up on the heir to the Morrison family and choosing some poor punk instead. However, that poor punk is actually secretly the top wealthiest person around, newly back in the country to invest in its development. He’s also her ex’s uncle! Lamenting about being tricked, Caroline Evans insists on a divorce. But her husband corners her and says unblinkingly, “That billionaire is not me. That guy had cosmetic surgery to look like me.” Looking at his handsome face, Caroline believes it. “What a curse to have the same face as someone of the Morrison family!” The next day, the world is surprised to find that the heir of the Morrison family has been kicked out and now has nothing. As for the newly crowned top billionaire, he starts wearing a mask to hide his attractive features.

Grow up together, living together and go to school together. That is how Owen Cruz and Leon Yu live with their own lives for 18 years now. But Owen has a deepest secret, he is gay. He can't tell it to his Best friend Leon because Leon hates gay. A super straight, tall and handsome guy that even the Star Showbiz wants to recruit. Does Owen can still keep his secret forever or will choose to live separately from Leon? How will Leon react if he find out the deepest secret of his best friend Owen?

Serena Harp thought she was escaping heartbeat when she took a last-minute trip to Paris. It was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction; a borrowed vacation meant to heal a broken heart, but she never expected to be met at the airport by a man who knew her name… or to follow him straight into a nightmare. Galatia Berk is powerful, cold, and hiding something dangerous beneath his calm exterior. When Serena realizes she hasn’t been taken to a hotel but tricked to his isolated estate, fear is the least of her problems. Because the pull between them is undeniable, and entirely unwanted. That night, Galatia realizes something strange, something that wasn't possible; Serena was his mate, except alphas don't get human mate, but was she truly human, or was her ability and scent concealed because of something bigger than even her? As secrets begin to surface and the truth of Galatia’s world comes into light, Serena is forced to confront a reality she never believed in, and a bond neither of them wants, but neither can escape. He took the wrong woman from the airport, but fate… or the moon goddess, never makes mistakes.

At our high school reunion, my ex announced he was getting married. In the middle of the congratulations, someone piped up. “Hey, where’s Wren tonight? She didn’t show?” The whole room cracked up. “Wren? Probably still earning her keep in some rich guy’s bed.” “She dumped James for money, and now look at him. He’s the wealthiest guy in New York. Bet she’s kicking herself.” Someone snickered. “I heard the guy’s some fat old man. God, how does she even stomach it.” I broke up with James Thorne the year he loved me the most, and walked straight into the arms of another man, a man with money. Now he had a new girlfriend, he’d taken over Thorne Capital, and he was one of New York’s most talked-about young executives. He’d organized this reunion because he couldn’t wait to show off how good his life had turned out. “Enough. Drop it.” In the middle of the laughter, James spoke up. “I have a better life now. Whether Wren is dead or alive has nothing to do with me anymore.” “What if she really were dead?” The room went silent.

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.