That's My Jam Season 2 Novels & Stories

He was my stepbrother. My rival. My biggest mistake. We swore it would never happen again. But when he moves back in, all grown up and twice as cruel, the rules start to crack. One look, and I’m ruined. One touch, and we’re back where we shouldn’t be. This time, if we fall there’s no pretending it doesn't mean something, especially when I bait him,and he gladly bites into the trap every time. “I'll be the only one to ever fuck you, hurt you, break you, heal you and touch you, if anyone else dares to look at what's mine, I'll fees them their spines myself” he whispers, his teeths digging into my ears as he thrust his throbbing cock into my weeping wet Pussy.

During Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law hinted for the umpteenth time that she wanted a grandchild. However, my husband, Zachary Cole, who had insisted on staying child-free in the past decade, only smiled and filled her plate. After dinner, he slipped onto the balcony. "There, there. Daddy will come see you on New Year's Day," he whispered. I stood in the corner of the living room with a glass of water in my hand, feeling cold as the words sank in. I stepped forward and forced a playful tone. "I just heard you say 'Daddy.' Got a secret kid stashed somewhere?" He rubbed his nose, his voice stiff. "You must've misheard. That's… just a friend's kid." My heart sank. I'd been married to him for a decade, so I knew exactly what he looked like when he was lying.

Overnight, my best friend became the long-lost principessa of the Toscano family. After returning to her family, she transferred all her villas and luxury cars under my name. Even on her deathbed, she made sure to hand over control of the family's dockside trade operations to me. However, I never once visited her grave. Three years after her death, I took her place as the true heiress of the Toscano family and married her former fiancé, Gaspare Volpe, the young heir to the rising mafia family in Damerelli, the Volpes. Everyone called me a social climber and an ungrateful traitor, but I did not care. I obeyed the womanizing Gaspare without question. When he called me to bring condoms for his hookups, I moved like my life depended on it. I became the laughingstock of Damerelli, someone everyone looked down on. Five years later, on the anniversary of my best friend's death, I slit Gaspare's throat at her grave. "From the very beginning, I came for revenge."

"Mr. Hill, I feel so itchy! My dad has already left, so hurry up and scratch my itch for me with your finger!" At the dining table, my friend, Leon Shaffer's daughter, Maya Shaffer, has had too many oysters, causing her hormones to go out of whack. As such, her libido has risen considerably. Maya is wearing a miniskirt at the moment. Right now, she's parting her legs in front of me, revealing her white panties seductively. I'm used to not feeling a woman's touch all year round. The sight of the young woman's most private parts makes my heart pound wildly and my blood sing in my ears. So, I respond by freeing my manhood from my zipper before wagging it at Maya. "There's nothing good about my finger! Why don't I use this willy of mine for the job?"

"This is wrong, Collen," I breathed out as Collen's s lips claimed mine. "Shhhh and let's think about the consequences later," he said in a husky voice before spreading my legs open and trailing his lips down to the juncture of my thighs before burying his face between my legs. Here's a rewritten version of the text, with a more engaging tone and language: When Allison transferred to the prestigious Ivy League college, she thought she'd left her small-town life behind. But fate had other plans. With the help of her best friend Hannah, she settled into her new life, only to discover that her one-night stand was none other than Hannah's boyfriend - her fated mate! Torn between loyalty and desire, Allison must navigate this forbidden attraction, all while keeping her secret from her friend. Will she confess her transgression, or will fate and passion prevail in this sizzling werewolf romance?

On our seventh anniversary, an event planner called, already hyping up my wife, Talia. "Ms. Sweeney, we're putting a family photo of you four in the main hall. And some shots of your little princess. That okay? Also, can you confirm your son carrying his sister onstage?" I froze. There were only two people in our house—Talia and me. A family of four? Two kids? I called Talia, the hotel's general manager. She brushed it off. "Probably a client. Wrong number on a contract. I hand out cards all day." I stared at the balloons and flowers I'd set up in the private room—then swiped them all to the floor. Gone. I turned and called my sister, the Director of the Business Compliance Bureau. "Naomi, Talia's cheating. She's got two kids. Get me the best divorce lawyer. I want her out—and out of my hotel."

💋 PURITY: "Purity," he says again, voice strained. "Go to your room." I lean closer, my lips almost brushing his long lashes. "Make me." His eyes darken. For one second, I think he might fall on his knees. Worship this cunt. Instead— "Get dressed," he says, the authority returning to his voice. Well, that's disappointing. But Citali didn't birth a quitter. "No." His brows draw tight. "What?" "No." I prop myself closer, brushing my sensitive little crowns against his face. "Ow-ff-k." "What are you doing!?" he thunders, making no move to pull away from the swell of my breasts. I push back, falling flat on my feet. "Seducing My Husband's Brother." •♥• •♥• •♥• ✍🏾 NARRATOR: Purity De la Cruz thought she had escaped heartbreak when she married Ryat Reigns—the dangerous, ruthless heir to a Mafia empire. But her perfect life is nothing but a gilded cage. Her husband cheats, her dreams are shattered, and her heart? It never truly belonged to him. Because before Ryat, there was Ryan. His older brother. The man who taught her what love felt like, before he disappeared without a word and left her to bleed. Now Ryan Reigns is back. Not just as the Don of the most feared crime syndicate, but as the one man she can't stop wanting, the one man who was always forbidden. And this time, she's not the naive girl he left behind. She's colder. Sharper. Ready to burn it all down for revenge... and for him. But their desire is a dangerous game. Each kiss is betrayal. Each touch is a war. And when the truth explodes, blood won't be the only thing on the line.

I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone. “Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…” The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs. My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.” I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance? “Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?” Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy? “Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.” After saying that, she did not look at me again. We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace. However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

After being reborn and trapped by wild boars, I no longer waited for my mate to save me. Instead, I chose to save myself. In my previous life, when Ariel and I were both surrounded by wild boars, he saved the pregnant me, and that delay cost Ariel her life. From that day on, Ian’s burning love for me turned into cold hatred. Not only was I hated by him, but I was also blamed by the elders, who held me responsible for the deaths of their pure-blood pack members. They claimed I had deliberately led Ariel into boar territory, causing her death. To punish me, they threw me into a cave to “cool off”, a place that hid the last surviving boar king hunted by the pack. I stared at its blood-red eyes in terror, begging for help, yet no one believed me. In the end, the terrifying boar king overpowered me. My body, along with the pup in my womb, was pierced by its massive tusks and swallowed whole. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the very day of the boar attack. Ian had also been reborn, and this time, he chose to save Ariel. Little did he know that this choice would drive him mad with regret.