Taylor Swift And Post Malone Novels & Stories

Rhazian is the first, and quite possibly the last, of his kind. On the run from the supernatural world following the war caused by the hybrid Dietrick, the last thing he's looking for is another Mate. Jaded and closed off from love, he meets the stubborn witch, Taylor, sent directly from the night goddess herself. Can Taylor overcome his heartbreak from millennia of lost mates, or will her secret origins drive him further from his humanity?

I spent a frustrating night in a bar and ended up waking up half-naked in a very luxurious chamber. ---- I was Loretta, a weak omega who had always been bullied in the Pack because my wolf was so weak and useless. When the moon goddess destined me to be matched with Taylor Robinson, I discovered that Taylor was having an affair with her ex-girlfriend Ennik. I spent my frustrating night getting drunk at a bar and ended up having a one-night stand with a mysterious man. I thought he was just another lowly Alpha or Beta. But after escaping from those harsh realities, I learned that he was Nolan Hemsworth, the Lycan of the Silverdome Pack. When Taylor and Ennik were about to bully me again, Lycan Nolan came to my rescue and realized that there was a new life he created because of the one-night stand incident 5 years ago.

Blurb: Tasyra is a twenty year old werewolf who does not know her identity, only that she was born and bred in captivity. Following the death of her mother, she becomes a servant at the young age of ten. She undergoes a lot of hardships and is constantly humiliated by the Luna who hates her for reason she did not know. Finding out she is mated to the Alpha of the pack she works in, Tasyra finds herself soaked in more humiliation and suffering as she gets rejected by her mate after sharing a night in his bed and his mother and Luna-to-be makes life extremely hellish for her. Will she be able to overcome these challenges and fight her way out of it? Will she endure to the end and protect her unborn babies? Or will there be a new path for her, a string of hope to hold and pull through and discover who she truly is meant to be? Will be her mate bond with the Alpha bring them both joy or will they remain separated by the evil machinations of those against their happiness?

Excerpt from the story He towered over her as she laid on a hospital bed, head wrapped up in gauze, struggling to keep her eyes open. "You ran me over, didn't you?" She exhaled shakily, her bright eyes pinned on him, tears threatening to fall. The man who was roughly 6'5 inches, had an ominous cheekbone which drew back into a taunting smile, his eyes gleamed with hatred as he said, "As your husband, it's your duty to be submissive to me. And the next time you ever think of running, I'll do much worse." He's a billionaire with a heart as cold as ice and a sadistic streak that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who crosses his path. His one and only desire? To torture Taylor Fairchild in every way possible. What's his reason for such cruelty? His deep seated hatred for Taylor's father, an event Taylor knew nothing of. What happens when he realizes he had fallen for her unconsciously and there's no longer any likeness for him in her heart? In fact, she'd rather die than be with him! In this steamy and suspenseful romance novel, you'll be left on the edge of your seat, wondering what fate has in store for Taylor Fairchild and Andrew Radford.

When Grace's mother is brutally murdered by her father, her life is flipped. Sent to live in multiple group homes for four years before she is finally adopted. A Human girl adopted by the most ruthless Alpha what could go wrong? Can he keep her from knowing the truth or will it cause chaos? Will she become part of the Hunted too?

On Valentine's Day, I wait for my wife, Nancy Curtis, to get off work after preparing a candlelit dinner for our date. But she only texts me at 9:00 pm. "I have something going on at the company. There's no need to wait for me." Soon, I see a Facebook post made by Nancy's secretary, Derek Jones. "I'm on a business trip with my female boss on Valentine's Day. The thing is, the hotel's fully booked. Oops, this is getting awkward…" The photo in the post features a feminine silhouette standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window while draped in a bathrobe. Everyone in the comment section compliments Derek for being lucky, seeing as the boss of his has a smoking hot figure and is extremely charming. Derek merely replies with a cheeky emoji. So, it turns out that Nancy's "business" is having fun with her own secretary, eh? I take a screenshot of Derek's post before uploading it to my own social media feed. I even include a smiley as a caption. Immediately, Nancy calls me on the phone and starts berating me. "Derek was just cracking a joke! Why are you being so petty, huh? And here I thought you were mature!" I end the call immediately before texting her, "Let's get a divorce."

She died betrayed. Woke up claimed. Taylor Carson never thought in a second that a few minutes after handing divorce papers, the next minute, she was entangled by three Alphas. The Wolfric Pack calls her their Luna. But she knows one truth. That could ruin her life. Everyone watches her; she isn't the bride. But a soul that could change everything. She was brought here for something darker. Taylor was left to choose between being someone's pawn or following her feelings in the dark game.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

On Valentine's Day, my husband Ethan Scott’s assistant, Taylor Winston, gifted me 360 used condoms. She leaned close to my ear and whispered that this was Ethan’s favorite brand. Then, in front of everyone, she teased, "Valentine's Day calls for some explosive fun. I hope you don't mind, Claire." Disgust churned in my stomach, and I couldn’t hold back—I vomited on the spot. Embarrassed that I had humiliated him, Ethan snapped, "It was just a joke. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Three months pregnant, I was so enraged that a patch of red stained my pants. I begged him to take me to the hospital. But Taylor chimed in, "It's just her physiological reaction." Furious, Ethan heartlessly locked me in the car. He spent three carefree days with Taylor before finally remembering me. But when he saw me again, the usually composed CEO of Scott Enterprise completely lost his mind.