Tessa Young After Novels & Stories

After seven years of marriage, Marisol Speight's husband, Lucian Muller, is unpredictable and treats her with cold indifference as if she's nothing. She once believed that after marrying Lucian, she would one day win his heart and live a happy, fulfilling life. However, on a snowy anniversary that only she remembers, she finally realizes that Lucian and his family are happy enough without her. She'll never be anything more than an outsider who can't blend in. He hates her for making him break his promise to marry his childhood friend; their son mocks her for falling short in every way when compared to said childhood friend… Marisol is doubly betrayed by her husband and son. They're as intimate with another woman as they never were with her. She laughs self-deprecatingly at the mess that is her life. Then, she loses hope in them and asks for a divorce. She gives up custody of her son and leaves, later becoming a globally renowned fashion designer and genius painter—her work isn't accessible to just about anyone. Unexpectedly, her husband and son refuse to let her go despite her already giving up on them. Her son cries, "You're my mom! You can't hold other children!" Her husband, who has always been cold and indifferent, turns clingy and refuses to agree to the divorce. "You're the one who chose me, so you have to bear the responsibility for life! You want a divorce? Dream on!"

“I want you back, Lexi,” Ryan confessed with teary eyes and a squinty expression. “Dream on, Mr. Ryan Middleton. I came here for business, and so, let’s face it,” Lexi asserted in a cold voice. Ryan’s heart broke by the kind of response he got from Lexi, his ex-wife. He didn’t need to be told that it was really over because the woman sitting prettily in front of him has built barricades around her heart. . Alexandra Lexi married Ryan Middleton because she thought she could escape poverty, but things went south when Ryan blamed her for trying to break his love story with Jasmine Stevenson. Despite having his baby, Ryan maltreated Lexi, and she endured everything until she couldn’t take it in anymore. Lexi took the bold step and walked out of the marriage. She found out about her real identity on the same day. What would Ryan Middleton do when the same woman he despised returned three years later as the heiress of an elite family and the head of the biggest conglomerate in the country? Would he try to win her back or wallow in his regret? What would Lexi do when she meets her ex-husband, who caused her nightmares in the past? Would her heart soften, or would she take revenge with her newfound power and resources?

On our wedding day, the big screen glitched—then flipped to kissing shots of Caleb Gorman and his "girl best friend," Holly Beech. Holly shot up, hand over her mouth, smiling all fake-innocent. "Relax, everyone. We were just messing around. Caleb and I go way back. Guess that makes me wife number two." Caleb smiled, soft like always. "That's just her. She's a total blabbermouth. Don't take it seriously." I looked at him. Calm. "She plays kissing pics of you two at our wedding and calls herself your 'wife number two.' That's messing around?" His face tightened. Annoyed. "It's a few photos. We've been together five years. You're really gonna nitpick something this small and not let it—" I raised a hand, cutting him off. "Yeah. I am. I'm not letting it go." That hit him. He wasn't used to me standing firm. I turned to the crowd. "This wedding's over."

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

Once upon a time, Leonard truly loved me. In order to establish a Mate Bond with me, he confessed 99 times. On the 99th time, I was finally moved. On the day of our Marking Ceremony, I gave him 99 forgiveness coupons. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did. We were bonded for six years. In the first five years of our Mate Bond, I rarely ever used the forgiveness coupons. Since his childhood friend Judy returned, however, I started burning through the coupons. When I tore up the 98th coupon, Leonard noticed that I had changed. I no longer made a fuss or fought him over Judy. I simply asked him calmly, “If you go to Judy, can I use up one forgiveness coupon?” Leonard paused and then recovered his cool. “Sure. I only used up slightly over half, so use another if you want.” I stayed silent as he left the house. As it turned out, he had no idea he had just lost his 98th coupon. He only had one chance left. After that, I would leave him forever.

I have one job in this world, and that's to seduce my adopted uncle. I've been infatuated with him for as long as I remember and now that I'm home alone with him, I'm pulling every single trick in the box to get him to be with me. What I didn't anticipate was how interested he would be with it... This is our forbidden love story. .... Layla has always been attracted to her Uncle Dante for as long as she can remember. When her parents leaves for a vacation, leaving just her and Dante home alone, she uses this opportunity to seduce him and bring him to her bed. The two embark on a two-week long sexcapade, where all of Layla's dark desires is been fulfilled. But she's slowly falling in love with her Uncle and has no idea how to navigate the forbidden relationship she has with him... What will be the end result of their relationship? Find out!! Note: THIS IS A SPICY BOOK, WITH ELEMENTS OF BDSM, AGE GAP, REVERSE HAREM AND FORBIDDEN LOVE. THERE IS NO BIOLOGICAL RELATIONS BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS AND THE FL IS OF LEGAL AGE.

Raymond Lorenzo demanded everything. In the courtroom, under flashing cameras and public scrutiny, Jake Leon gave it to him… his shares, his power… all his life’s work. 3 years of marriage ended in a single decision. The divorce of the century. Eighteen months later, Raymond has everything he fought for; Full control of Elite Valley Tech, influence, and a name feared in every boardroom. But every power comes at a price. Because soon, a global criminal network is traced back to his company, and a dangerous mafia syndicate places a bounty on him after the fall of their leader. Raymond comes to the realization that it's he’s no longer untouchable. With no family to turn to and enemies closing in, there’s only one person who can save him. The man he pushed to the mud. Jake Leon. But Jake isn’t the same man who walked out of that courtroom. And this time, forgiveness isn’t part of the deal. Forced back under the same roof, bound by revenge, power, and unfinished emotions. will they destroy each other completely… Or uncover a truth neither of them was ready to face?

I had spent my whole life living in the shadow of my sister, Juliana, the woman everyone in the mafia's heir circle adored and protected. She had no idea that I had been reborn. Just like in my previous life, she smiled sweetly and gently, insisting that I pick my fiancé first, pretending to be thoughtful and gracious. However, this time, I refused. In my previous life, I naïvely believed she meant well. I married the man she recommended, Chester Kane, an heir who was said to have been paralyzed after an ambush. I gave up my right to inherit the family, becoming his caretaker, his crutch, the medicine he used to fight loneliness. However, no matter how much warmth I gave him, his heart remained frozen. The truth only came out during my sister's pregnancy celebration. When an assassin from a rival family raised his gun toward her belly, the man who had not stood in years suddenly rose to his feet. He shoved me toward the muzzle of the gun. All seven bullets tore into my womb. As I collapsed, I saw him pull my sister into his arms, shielding her with his own body and taking the final shot for her. Only then did I understand. He had never been paralyzed. His family had never abandoned him. He pretended to be sick because Juliana's heart belonged to another man, and he refused to be tied to me. "I'm sorry, Tania," he said. "I lied to you. However, I couldn't let Juliana lose the heir she's carrying. I'll repay what I owe you in our next life." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my father asked us to choose our marriage partners. This time, I chose no one. Yet back then, they were the ones who begged for my love.

After Emily Cross died in an accident, I went through three years of absolute hell. This year, on the anniversary of her death, I escaped from a rehab facility overseas just to see her one last time. Stumbling into the cemetery in a daze, I passed a couple walking the other way. The man's voice was laced with annoyance. "You're almost at your due date, and you still insisted on coming to the cemetery. What a hassle." The woman gave a soft laugh. "We agreed we'd come pay respects to your father. I couldn't just back out." That voice stopped me cold. Turning my neck stiffly, I saw the face that had haunted me for three years. Emily Cross, heavily pregnant. And beside her was my mother's illegitimate son, Jake. A chill ran through me. Shaking, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo. Then I sent it to her forensic pathologist friend. [She's not dead, is she?]

On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend gave me a rock he picked up off the street, while his one true love received a massive diamond. The moment I found out, I broke up with him. He immediately confessed his love to her. Three years later, we ran into each other at a luxury golf club. When he saw me snacking on desserts in the VIP lounge, my ex-boyfriend couldn't stop mocking me. “Millia, you dumped me because that rock wasn’t good enough. Do you ever regret it, especially now that you’re working as a waitress?” Even the staff joined in, spreading rumors that I was just trying to land a rich husband at the club. But the second my husband showed up, everyone was completely dumbfounded. My ex-boyfriend begged for another chance, desperate to win me back, while his so-called one true love ended up behind bars.