Subaru Re Zero Novels & Stories

"You’re too beautiful to be crying over a boy," his voice was low, velvety, and dangerously close. It was supposed to be the best night of her life, her 20th birthday, the night she’d planned to finally give herself to the boy she thought she loved. But when her boyfriend didn’t show, the one man she shouldn't want, the man she called Dad, was there to pick up the pieces. "You're drunk," she whispered, her breath hitching as his hand brushed her cheek. "And you're irresistible." What started as an innocent ride home turned into something sinful, something forbidden. Alone in the dark confines of the car, her fantasies came alive with the man she could never have, a man who had no business looking at her that way. By the time they were back at the house, the line between right and wrong had blurred, leaving only raw desire. And when their secret night was interrupted by a knock at the door and the return of her absentee mother, the stakes soared. She wanted to stop, but he was intoxicating, addictive. Would their fiery affair destroy everything or would it ignite a love so dangerous they’d risk it all? "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. But she didn’t. And it changed everything.

During a livestream of my brother, Douglas Wilcox's heart transplant surgery, I, the lead surgeon, turn tail and flee with my tail between my legs halfway through the surgery. Because of that, Douglas ends up dying on the operating table, and I become a murderer. My mom kneels on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. She questions me, "You're the only one capable of performing this surgery in the entire country! Why did you run away? "We've been waiting for 20 long years for a suitable heart that can save Douglas' life! You're the one who killed him!" In the face of the growing public outlash and the pressure exerted by the health department, the police built a case on this incident and decided to investigate me. On the day I'm whisked away by the police, the enraged onlookers and the reporters have me surrounded. "Dr. Wilcox, although you're just an adopted daughter, the Wilcox family still loves and pampers you to no end. Why did you do this? "People without medical ethics like you are murderers! You deserve to get skinned alive!" I just look at the camera with a stony expression. "Someone else is the actual murderer here. The truth and the proof that all of you badly want are already revealed in the livestream."

On my birthday, my husband, Adrian Grant, suddenly showed up with my adoptive younger sister, Bella Reed, and her child, Tia Reed. When it was time to head out, he naturally arranged for Bella to sit in the front passenger seat. Then he turned to me and said calmly, "Tia gets carsick easily. The back seat is full of stuff. Since you're healthy, just take the bus." Our friends immediately chimed in, one after another, "You're the older sister. Taking care of your niece is only right." Four cars were heading out, yet not one seat was left for me, the supposed main character of the day. I sat on the bus, swallowing my grievance, and saw Adrian and Bella interacting ambiguously in the group chat. They were even talking about topics I knew nothing about. When I opened the newly sent video, nothing except leftovers remained on the table prepared for me. Adrian even treated the birthday cake I had carefully prepared as dessert, spoon-feeding it to Bella and her daughter. Someone finally couldn’t stand it anymore and asked whether this was appropriate. Adrian, who was carefully wiping Bella’s mouth, didn’t even look up. "We’re all family. Julia won’t be angry." At that point, our seven-year marriage came to its end.

"You think you can hide behind that mask, Fireheart?" Logan snarled, his breath hot against my throat. Sabastain's hand pinned my wrists above my head, while Zane leaned in close enough that I could feel his pulse match mine. "We know what you are. And we’ll never let you go." Their bodies cage me against the cold locker room wall, heat radiating off them like wildfire. They should terrify me. They should repulse me. But they don’t. Because the truth is, I was born to burn for them. And they were born to tame me. I only wanted one thing—to play hockey. But in a world where girls aren’t allowed on the ice, my dream was shattered the night I rejected Alpha Marcus Blackwood’s obsessive claim—and was banished with my family. Now, with my hair cut short and my identity hidden, I enrolled at Crescent Moon Academy as “Frederick Sterling,” just another boy chasing glory on the legendary Wolves hockey team. But three powerful alphas are about to complicate everything. They’re not just teammates. They’re predators. And they’re bound to me. The question is—will they tame my fire, or will I burn them all?

HIIII PLEASE DON’T READ THIS STORY IF YOU’RE READING “MY THREE STEP UNCLES WANT ME”. ITS A PART OF THAT ALREADY. And you’ll be wasting coins. Thanks for understanding!

“You’re disgusting, you used me,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief, my voice shaking with emotion. “You’re a vile, selfish bastard, and I hope you rot in hell.” A twisted smile tugged at his lips, and for the first time, I saw him for what he truly was. “You’re so dramatic,” he said with a laugh. “You hate your father too, don’t you? You’ve always resented him. And now you’re upset because you caught me with another woman? Is that it? Jealous? You should have learned by now to share your husband with other women, Emma.” “Shut up!” I screamed, my voice breaking. He chuckled darkly. “Come on, Emma. Both your father and brother-in-law have been doing the same for years. It’s not that big of a deal, is it?” *** Emma, a powerful CEO, hires struggling actor Ryan to be her fake fiancé at her sister's wedding. Their staged romance turns real, but Emma discovers Ryan's betrayal and walks away with her head held high. Six years later, Ryan returns to win her back, unaware of the secret Emma is hiding and a dark threat is closing in. As threats loom, will they overcome the past, or lose everything? Can they survive the danger and reclaim their love, or will they lose everything? *** "Mum, where is my dad?” “I don’t know,” I lied. “But you don’t need to worry about that.” “But Mum, how can you not know? The boys said you must be a bad woman if you don’t know who my dad is,” James said, “Please tell me I have a dad.” he started sobbing. Shit!! My honeypot!! “You had one,” I said, my voice breaking. “But we lost him in an accident.”

Warning: 18+ 🔕🔕🔕 Featuring hardcore taboo, filthy age-gap erotica, and the darkest forbidden fantasies that will wreck you for anything else. This is a super steamy boxset loaded with thirty wild stories of raw, dripping desire. Think twisted, sweat-soaked, heart-racing adventures so naughty and intense they'll leave you squirming, gasping, and desperate for more on every page. These aren't cute little love stories, honey. These are straight-up ruthless, rule-breaking romps where older men take total control and younger women melt into the kind of sin that has you soaked and shaking all over. If you're not eighteen or older, close this right now, babe. You're seriously not ready for the fire that's about to hit you.

So what if you're formidable or filthy rich? Don't you dare get cocky with me. I'm Cassian York. I can save your life, and I can end it, too!

I fished my boyfriend from the sea. I empty my pockets to treat his amnesia, and he turns out to be a CEO when he regains his memories. Due to the disparity in our statuses, Quinn Hoffman doesn't hesitate to dump me. He says, "You're just a fishmonger. How can you be worthy of me?" He refuses to pay me back for the money I spent on his treatment. I'm backed into a corner—I need the money for my grandmother's surgery. In the end, I get tricked, and all my organs are gouged out. On the day Quinn learns of my death, he holds my belongings and refuses to let go. "You're just playing hide-and-seek, Kay! Aren't you?"

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"