The Dinner Novels & Stories

Today I made dinner on my own just for them. I cooked everything that they like to eat but now it is too late, they are not back yet. It is one week of our marriage and they are this ignorant towards me. My Friends used to say after marriage, the husband does not give you priority at all. I never trusted them but now it seems they used to tell the truth. One week and my both husbands are ignoring me like I do not matter to them that is not what they used to do before I need to talk to them. I am not feeling well about their behaviour towards me. Soon I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I smiled because it was them. But the smile vanished when I saw them. They were not alone with other girls. They both brought other females with them in our bedroom. "What the fuck is this shit?" Dominic growled as he saw the decorations I did In a second everything was destroyed! "Dominic, what are you doing? Why did you do that?" I asked him "Because we do not like this shit. Now get out of this room because we are going to have our sweet time with our companions." Hunter said and I looked at them shocked "Hunter, what are you even saying? Have you gone mad?" I asked him "Enough of your drama bitch! Now get lost from here and sleep in any fucking room you want. Leave our room right now." Dominic said and dragged me towards the door to push me out Lust is exactly what they felt for her Love is exactly what she feel for them They saw her as an object She saw them as her world

Alpha Jakob gave me the grandest bonding ceremony five years ago. I became the world's most envied woman. Five years later, I received a provocative voice message from Jakob's first love, Molly. "I just got back to the pack, and all I needed to do was to play coy with Jakob, and he came right over. Tonight, he originally prepared blue fireworks for me. I don't like blue, but I decided to give it to you since I never liked to waste. You can use it during your anniversary." The day during our fifth mate bond anniversary, I looked at the blue fireworks blooming in the night sky, quietly waiting in my seat as I faced the empty seat opposite me. Molly's provocation came again. A photo of her having a candlelight dinner with Jakob. I didn't cry, and simply submit the application to terminate my mate bond with Jakob to the pack's Elder Council. At this time, my personal assistant told me she saw someone had applied for a grand bonding ceremony. "Luna Cynthia, the bonding ceremony is prepared by Molly for herself and Alpha Jakob. It will take place seven days later. Do you wish to stop it?" "There's no need to. If this is what Jakob wants, I'll make their wish come true." Jakob was still promoting how deep his love for me was, saying that I was the woman he loved the most in his life. But he didn't know that seven days later, I would leave the pack and never return again. That night, he collapsed.

Born to an Alpha hungry for power, presumed powerless Sasha has lived a life void of compassion and love but filled with loneliness and insults all because she wasn’t a boy. Looking to solidify his position of power, her father believed she was good for one thing, so he offers her hand in marriage to the most ruthless Alpha in the northern region, Turk. Unwilling to suffer at the hands of yet another power hungry man, Sasha runs away only to end up captured, believed to be human, and sold as a slave. The only thing…she’s sold to the same Alpha she ran away to avoid. Struck by her beauty and defiance, Turk decides he wants to make her his little Luna, except for one thing….on the day he introduces Sasha as his Luna she realizes his brother and Beta is her mate... The True Alpha of the Tumbale Pack, Bello was never interested in power. His focus has always been on being the best artist he could be and ensuring his pack prospered in other ways. Mateless and uninterested in taking a chosen mate, Bello happily concedes the Alpha position to his older brother, Turk, and accepts the position of Beta, after the untimely death of their father. After returning from a trip on pack business, Bello encounters the most glorious scent, one that could only come from a mate, at a pack dinner he’s forced to attend. The problem, the scent is coming from the human his brother has just introduced as his Luna. What happens when Bello meets Sasha? Will Bello fight for Sasha? Will Sasha accept him as her mate? Will Turk let her go? What is a human doing among wolves?

“Your marriage is like a fairytale, exquisite dinner dates, designer gowns, a husband who made the world believe in love.” they said. She smiled, knowing everything was a lie. If only they knew that behind the diamonds, the laughter, and the perfect photographs were scars she still pretended not to see. Anne-Marie Duval was born into a world of luxury and riches — heiress to Duval Scents, Paris’s most coveted perfume empire. Married to her childhood love, Louis Trottier, Anne-Marie believed her husband was perfect until she discovered he was more of a demon than human. Desperate to save her marriage and father's name , she offers him everything: her heart, her possessions, even a child but that only worsened everything. On the night that was meant to celebrate two years of forced love and marriage, Anne-Marie’s world crumbles before her eyes. Heavily pregnant, she never expected her anniversary party to turn into a public humiliation. The man she loved calls her a slut and declares his new mistress before everyone. When she wakes up, it’s not her husband by her side but a stranger her father sent to protect her. And waiting for her are divorce papers, scandalous headlines, and the cruel reality that the man she once trusted has stripped her of everything—even the company her father left her. Now, broken but not defeated, Florence vows to reclaim her dignity, her freedom, and make Louis Trottier pay for everything he had done. He may have destroyed their marriage but she will decide how their story ends. Will she succeed in her revenge plan or will the turn out of a new love story distract her? Find out..

On New Year's Eve, my older brother, Casper Shaw, attempted to expose me as a fraud and announced that Jenny Ford was the real heiress to the family. He pulled out a paternity test result and threw it in my face. "Open your eyes and take a look! Jenny is the Shaw family's real daughter. You're just a fake who has taken Jenny's place for so many years, yet you still have the nerve to sit here and eat New Year's Eve dinner with us!" Then, he pushed Jenny in front of us, revealing a face that looked exactly like my mom, Theresa. Everyone froze. I lunged for the report, but suddenly, a stream of floating comments rolled past above Jenny's head. [Is the female lead finally going back to her rich family and starting a sweet romance with her fake older brother?] [Not yet. Right now, they still think they're siblings. They only get together later, once the misunderstandings are cleared up.] [Am I the only one who feels bad for the female supporting character? She's the biggest victim in the whole book. She takes all the female lead's hatred that should have gone to her fake brother, and she gets treated as the fake heiress and sent to the Ford family to suffer on top of that.] I looked at Jenny's face and compared it to my own—we almost looked like twins. I checked our ID cards again, confirming that our dates of birth were exactly the same. "Seriously? Ever think that you might be the real impostor here who was switched at birth?"

She thought he was a stranger for the night, until he called her “stepmother.” ******************** Scarlett became a collateral wife to one of the most ruthless billionaires in the country after her father sold her to him cheaply because he was drowning in debts. She became a trophy wife, whom he had no regard for. He cheated on her over and over again, and whenever Scarlett complained about it, he told her she could do the same. An open marriage offer was thrown at her without a care, fed up and wanting to rebel, Scarlett embraced the idea too. She strutted into a host bar with just one thought in mind: to get ruined for the night, and asked for the hottest male host to get her laid. She spent a passionate night with a call boy, whose name she didn’t even bother to ask, and ran off the next day, burying her little secret in that hotel room. But the secret came biting back at her when she realized, at the family dinner the next day, that the call boy from the other night was her husband’s eldest son. She thought she could bury the memories of the night by pretending she had forgotten, but she was far gone, because that one night of temptation had sprouted into a forbidden desire she couldn’t control. She shouldn't have let him touched her that night, now she was ruined, and wouldn't mind crossing the line to have him touched her like that again, but underneath the burning temptation was also a conspiracy that Scarlett would have to uncover… *****Warning***** This books contains a lot of steamy scenes, and explicit contents which is strictly not for people under 18.

After three grueling years of studying, I finally made it into the city agency. Then at a family banquet, I found out that my cousin, Gina Forrest—the one I'd seen at a hometown reunion—had also landed a job in the exact same unit. During the family dinner, right in front of our uncle, who happens to be a senior official, my cousin shoved a doctored confidential document into my hands. She suddenly shrieked, collapsed to the floor, and scattered the papers everywhere. "Clara! That's classified agency material! How could you sneak it out to show an outsider? Just for some lousy commission?" Our uncle slammed the table in rage, declaring he would uphold justice over family ties—have me fired on the spot and report me up the chain. Then, right in front of me, a line of on-screen text floated by. [Gina has really lost her mind. Doesn't she know the main character is the undercover inspection team leader sent specifically to investigate her?] [And look at the uncle still putting on his act. The team's car will be pulling up outside any minute.] Reading the on-screen text, I took a slow sip of tea and said to Gina, who was falling all over herself to prove her loyalty, "This document is classified, all right. But you changed the wrong part." Then I turned to my uncle and said, "And you just said you would uphold justice over family ties? Perfect. You can come back with me to the team and explain all those hiring violations over the past few years." Gina was stunned. The government system she had been killing herself to get into—I was the one in charge of evaluating her.

⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY. *** He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM. Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else. It's working. But his father is worse. Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship. I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in. A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond. An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence. And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution. Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go. And I can't stop going back. Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.

On the night of the full moon, my mate, Alpha Wade Rizzotto of the Bloodmoon pack, has sent someone to deliver me a box of gifts. He also has the wolf bring me a message, stating that he'll be home tonight. Warmth floods into my heart. Even though Wade is extremely busy with work and hasn't been able to meet me in person for half a year, he still cares about me and our unborn pup. Giddily, I begin preparations on dinner while eagerly anticipating Wade's return. But as soon as Wade steps into our home, I instantly pick up on a foreign yet strong scent of a she-wolf clinging to his form. My wolf's instincts flare up instantly. Having sensed my suspicion, Wade gently comforts me in order to suppress my uneasiness and doubt. But the she-wolf's scent that's obviously not mine keeps bothering me the whole time. I remember the way Wade began putting more distance between us over the past six months. Doubt and suspicion begin taking over my mind like mad. Throughout the week after that, I stalk Wade every day. Still, I can't spot anything that's off with him. So, I begin consoling myself, thinking that I must have gotten far too sensitive during my pregnancy. Maybe the hormones are affecting my wolf's senses, making me paranoid. I've decided that from tomorrow onward, I will not stalk Wade ever again. But that's when the Moon Goddess plays a cruel prank on me.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.