The Beta's Regret Eden And Eros Novel Novels & Stories

"Say it again!" His husky voice sent shivers down to my core. "Pl-please...I-I want you," my voice betrayed. He let out a dark chuckle, leaning to my ear. "Say it louder, Munchkin...I want this empty classroom vibrating with your voice," he teased. *** When two different worlds meet, the attractions pull them closer like a magnet but at the same time could be very dangerous without caution. She's the school janitor's daughter who lives in her world of delusion, believing love could exist once you've set your heart on it while he's the popular handsome jock, billionaire's son who breaks girls with such mindsets. What happens when a ticking spark that has been lying dormant for years within them ignites? It goes BOOM! WARNING: Contains strong vulgar languages, sexual scenes, erotic contents, triggering situations, and lots more.

Blurb “To the rainbow of my life—the woman who supported my dreams, who cheers me on, my number one fan. You are such an amazing soul…” I thought I was all of that to him—until he gave those words to another woman on stage. In that moment, I felt cheated of everything: hope, love, happiness—especially with everything I was already going through. And this was all I could say: “Love is a petty little thing.” So let me give you one piece of advice— Don’t fall in love.

Hailey Quin is an orphan taken in by the Cidar packs Luna and Alpha but is severely maltreated by pack members; they all assume her to be wolfless and she doesn't tell them the truth that she got her wolf Amenia at the age of six but her mother before death had warned her ñot to tell anyone she has her wolf. At the age of Eighteen, she discovers that her mate is the Alpha's son, but he rejects her immediately and proposes that she become his mistress, but she refuses. The Alpha King pays a visit to the pack because his wolf has been restless; he discovers Hailey is his mate and immediately takes her away

The wedding had been postponed ninety-nine times. I called the wedding planner and told them to change the bride's name to Ivy Sterling, Charles Hart's childhood sweetheart. "Donna, are you sure?" the planner asked cautiously. "This time, the Don didn't postpone again." I heard the surprise in his voice. My answer was calm. "Yes. Change it to Ivy Sterling." From the very beginning, Charles gave only one instruction for the wedding: "Adjust the decorations according to Ivy's taste." He explained that Ivy had good taste, that she would only serve as a reference for our wedding. But every choice, the flowers, the favors, the entrance music, was made by Ivy. Even my wedding dress. She had said lightly, "A mermaid silhouette suits her better." So I decided to give the entire wedding, steeped in her presence, to them. And I walked away from this farce completely. From now on, let him keep his old dreams. I will go and enjoy my own boundless sky.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

"Let's get a Divorce!" Rose said with tears rolling down her cheeks. Ethan paused, like he hadn't heard her correctly, "What?" "I'm divorcing you, Ethan! I'm tired of this!" Rose threw her hands in the air in fruatration. Ethan's eyes darkened, his jaw ticked as he stepped closer. He was so close to Rose that she could feel his heat making it hard to breathe. "I'm the only one who can end this marriage and I assure you Rose," He said in a dangerously low tone, "I have no intentions of divorcing you." .......... She thought marriage would be the answer, that after crushing on him for over fifteen years it would finally pay off. Rose was the perfect wife, and slowly Ethan started to warm towards her but everything came crashing down when the love of his life returned. it was then that she realized she was just warming the bed and he would never choose her. But is that how Ethan felt? Had his feelings changed and he wanted Rose instead? Or was it true she was just a temporary replacement and he wanted his childhood crush back?

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Alice Watson knew the rules of her marriage the day she walked into it: don't expect love, don't ask for respect, and never, ever remind the Alpha that the child he refuses to acknowledge exists. She obeyed those rules for four years — invisible, silent, slowly disappearing inside a pack that treated her like furniture. Then her son Lucian was given one month to live. "I agree to divorce you. But you will be a father to him until his birthday. Thirty days. That's all I'm asking." Benjamin agreed. He thought he was buying his freedom. Instead, he bought a front-row seat to the destruction of everything he believed about the woman he married. As he's forced to spend time with Lucian and really see him — the ice around his contempt begins to crack. And the woman he dismissed as scheming and dull turns out to be someone he's been deliberately refusing to see: powerful, fierce, and carrying a secret identity that could bring his world to its knees. But the thirty days shatter before they end. On a dark road, with Lucian dying in her arms, Benjamin abandons them both — driving away to save another woman's child while his own son slips away. Three years pass. Alice rebuilds herself from nothing — becoming a doctor, a researcher, the woman Benjamin never allowed her to be. When she returns to Blue Moon territory as the head of a medical program, she's not the wife who signed divorce papers with a trembling hand. She's Dr. Alice Watson. And Benjamin Kane, still clutching the unsigned divorce papers he could never bring himself to file, realizes he's been staring at the wrong woman for his entire life.

Isabella Rodriguez is desperate—bills piling up, her mother sick, and her job on the line. One reckless night with a dangerous stranger, Adrian Knight, gives her the money she needs, but leaves her with a secret she can’t undo. Four years later, she’s built a quiet life with her son, until Adrian finds her. Powerful, ruthless, and determined, he wants the child he once rejected. Now Isabella must protect her family while navigating a man who terrifies her and ignites feelings she never expected. Can she resist him or will falling for Adrian cost her everything?

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]