Stranger Things D'artagnan Novels & Stories

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

Every night at midnight, he appears. No name. No past. Only darkness, dominance, and a voice that knows every filthy secret Lila has ever hidden. When the mysterious stranger called Midnight steps out of the shadows of her Lagos high-rise and commands her to finish what she started, Lila discovers a hunger she never knew lived inside her. He doesn’t ask — he owns. He doesn’t seduce — he claims. Each encounter grows darker, more intense, more addictive, until pleasure and surrender blur into something dangerously irresistible. But as the nights deepen and Midnight’s touch brands her body and soul, Lila realizes this isn’t just a game. He knows things no ordinary man could know. And when the final night comes, she must make a choice: resist the creature who has possessed her desires… or surrender completely and become Owned by Midnight.

I was about to get married to the leader of ‘Decease’, the heftiest mafia gang of Albania next week. Nonetheless, things up when I ended up having a one-night-stand with a stranger just a night before my engagement. No! It wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened with me. It shuddered me from the core when I witnessed my would-be husband in the ceremony. Yes. He turned out to be the one I slept with. “I don’t wanna get married to a girl who sleeps with guys a night before her engagement,” that’s what he said to my grandfather. ~~~~ “Be my submissive,” a month later I offered him and he shook his head in agreement, unable to reject it. ~ The only thing Abraham Harris never wanted was to fall in love with Amayra. The only thing Amayra Mehta wanted was to destroy Abraham beyond repair. Will they ever succeed or destiny will play its role against their goal?

She was his wife, bound by a contract. He was her husband, but he couldn’t remember her face. When Amelia Hart-Blackwood walked down the aisle, she thought she was securing her family’s future. Instead, she found herself trapped in a loveless marriage with Damien Blackwood — the cold, ruthless billionaire who only saw her as a pawn. But just when Amelia thought things couldn’t get worse, an accident stole Damien’s memories. Suddenly, the man who once ignored her looked at her like a stranger… and treated another woman as if she were his bride. To the world, Amelia is invisible. To Damien, she’s nothing but an imposter. Yet as secrets unravel and enemies close in, Amelia must decide: fight for the love she never had… or walk away before her heart shatters completely. In a world of wealth, betrayal, and forgotten vows — can love truly be rewritten?

Angela Celeste secretly has a crush on her hot and sexy boss, Xander Whithold. He is the dream of every high-class woman in New York. Everyone in New York knows Xander as the god Adonis. As his secretary, Angel doesn't have the guts to cross the line. She will only admire Xander from afar while working as his secretary. But things change so fast when they accidentally run into each other at the club. Xander sees Angel in a different form. She doesn't look like Ms. Celeste, his very formal secretary at the office. Angela shows a different side of herself, wild, passionate, and sexy. He can't control his possessiveness towards Angela when a stranger approaches her. Xander grabs Angela's hand and kisses her. Impulsively, he tells the man that Angela is his girlfriend, while Xander has a fiancée who has been engaged to him since he was a child.

Sage discovered that her husband is cheating on her one year after their marriage but she didn't budge because she had known that he is not faithful, neither does she love him to give a . Not too long, her husband's side chick became pregnant and requested staying at their home till birth. Sage was in no shock because she had expected it but she had a little surprise for her husband. A divorce and petition! Just so that she could take off her mind from the recent happenings, Sage had a one night stand with a stranger, twice her age. She thought that it would be a one time affair and they won't cross paths anymore. What happened when Sage found out that he is actually her business partner and potential client? How would she cope with him when he decided not to let her go? Things got out of hand when she falls for him.

After Azalea gave her Alpha title to her fiancée, the Beta, he betrayed her by impregnating her sister. He broke their bond and chose Azalea’s sister as his Luna. It was the most painful and horrible experience for Azalea. And as if that wasn’t enough, Azalea was forced to replace her sister, who was supposed to marry the ruthless Lycan prince, Federico, by tradition. Both of them didn’t want the union, so they agreed on a contract marriage. The deal was to be discontinued after Federico got his heir from her, but things didn’t play out as easily as they’d bargained.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday. A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me. "Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me. "Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique." He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal. Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality. Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down on one knee with that same ring and begged me to say yes.

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."