Novel & Cerita Twice Ot9

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did not know how to stop. I was finally learning what it meant to choose life again. When Kael walked back through my door. Alive. Unchanged. And completely unable to explain where he had been. Now I am torn between a love that was written into my soul before I was old enough to understand what souls were, and a man who chose me quietly and completely when I had nothing left to offer. The elders say this is not a reverse harem blessing. There is no keeping both. I have to choose. But how do you bury someone you love twice?

Someone texted me halfway through the wedding. The message read, "I had sex with your husband. Doesn't matter if you don't believe it." The message hit me like a hammer, and I stood petrified. Then, the texter sent another message, "Second pocket on the inside of his coat. There's a used condom there from last night. Strawberry. We were setting up the room, and one thing led to another. "We did it everywhere. Balcony, kitchen, and even in your car. He's not allergic to women. He'd gladly sleep with someone before marriage. He lied to you." Everything began to spin. I walked ahead, but my movements felt stiff. I felt as if someone was yanking me forward. I approached the aloof, abstinent man I called my husband. The same man who had to think twice before holding my hand. Sure enough, I found a pink condom in his pocket. Gasps and shouts rippled across the hall, while flashes of camera blazed and blinded the scene. I spun on my heel. That was when I saw my best friend Zoe holding up her phone beneath the stage, a gentle smile hanging on her lips. Something bitter and sad filled my heart. It took me standing here, utterly humiliated, to realize that the very thing I spent my whole life fighting for was nothing but a joke.

Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture. Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis

“What happens if I don’t give you what you want” “Then we’ll make you worship us on your knees, piccola.” Rafael muttered with certainty. Leone’s lips brushed my ear. “You’ll fight, you’ll curse…but in the end, amore mio, you’ll beg.” “…And you’ll beg for all of us.” Enzo added, as he crouched between my legs. Aurelia Reed has spent her life trying to outrun her family’s shadow. Being the daughter of a traitor, and a rising model means she has to work twice as hard to make a name for herself outside the Outfit. She is stubborn, opinionated, and the last woman who would ever submit quietly to a mafia marriage. But when her cousin refuses to wed, Aurelia is forced into her place, and handed to the infamous Moretti twins, two brothers who despise each other but are now bound to her. Different in every way, neither brother is particularly eager for her presence, and Aurelia quickly learns that her marriage is less about love than it is about survival. And then there’s Enzo, the youngest. He was never supposed to be hers, yet every stolen moment with him crosses another forbidden line. Caught between two husbands locked in rivalry and the brother she was never meant to touch, Aurelia soon realizes that in the Morretti's world, nothing is safe—not her heart, not her body, and certainly not the line she’s about to cross.

“Watching my brothers now, are we?” “I heard strange noises. Turns out that it's your brothers who are up to no good again.” “The no good is called a threesome," he replied casually as if we were talking about the weather, "If I should join them, it's going to become a foursome.” I refused to focus on the mental image his words conjured in my mind, refused to think about how my core was dampening. ******** They're boys that she loathes the most. Trained to be rivals from a very young age, Human Heiress Hazel has always dismissed the Alpha Princes called Rossi Brothers and has always deemed them nothing more than misfits, useless, and arrogant. Until her whole life crumbles and she's forced into a marriage with a man twice her age by her father despite working hard to be above that. In a desperate act of rebellion and an act of gaining control over her life, she signs up on a sex site she has always wanted. It's supposed to be a night of secret, of passion, of her getting pleasured by the men whose faces she couldn't see but it turned out to be her greatest undoing. The men are the Rossi Brothers and now that they've had a taste of the princess they've always been obsessed with, they want more and they'd risk everything to make her theirs. A dark and erotic reverse harem story!

My husband, Gabriel Buckner, and I had been married for three years. I'd gotten pregnant twice, but I'd lost both babies. It was all because of my in-laws' parrot that could talk. The first time I got pregnant and went to their house, the parrot stared at my belly and kept repeating, "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" The second time, the same thing happened. It looked right at my stomach and said the same words. I thought it was just nonsense, but to my shock, my in-laws actually took the parrot seriously and forced me to end the pregnancy. I even showed them the prenatal checkup report from my doctor to prove that the baby was perfectly healthy and begged them not to do it. But they dragged me to the hospital anyway and made me have an abortion on the spot. When I got pregnant a third time, I wanted to be extra cautious. I went straight for an amniocentesis. The report confirmed the baby was healthy and even showed a 99.9% DNA match with Gabriel's. I thought everything would be fine this time. But as soon as the parrot saw me again, it repeated the same words—"Get rid of the baby." And just like before, the Buckners immediately tried to drag me to the hospital. I couldn't understand it. The baby was perfectly healthy, and the DNA report proved it was Gabriel's child. So why would they rather believe a parrot and insist that I get rid of the baby?

I went to try on my wedding gown with Lorenzo—my fiancé, the Don of the Morretti family. My younger sister, Serafina, begged to come along. I stepped out from behind the velvet curtain. There she was, pinning a brooch to his lapel. I opened my mouth to say, “Let me do that,” but the photographer had already turned to her with a grin. “Newlyweds, look this way.” They both turned. The camera clicked twice, and the photographer brushed past me. Ninety-nine shots. Every single one of Serafina and Lorenzo. Not one of me—the actual bride. I stood there, hollow. When we were children, they always played bride and groom. I clapped on cue. When we grew up, they sat at the head of family councils; I made their coffee and kept the kitchen running. “Vittoria, hand me the veil.” Lorenzo saw I hadn’t moved, walked over, and gently pulled the tulle from my stiff fingers. “Why are you standing there like that? Go check the seating chart with the butler. I’ll join you after we finish Serafina’s shots.” The photographer lifted one eye from behind his camera. “Miss Vittoria, would you step back a little? You’re blocking the light.” I stepped all the way back to the heavy drapes by the window. And right there, it hit me—how absurd this all was. If this political marriage didn’t actually need me, then I didn’t need to show up for it either.

“I was kidnapped on my wedding day!” After she thought that she could escape her life back in Italy as the daughter of a powerful mafia Boss, she was happy to finally marry her high school sweetheart. However, before she could walk down the aisle, she was kidnapped and brought back to Italy, where she was forced to marry a dangerous Mexican mafia boss in an arranged marriage orchestrated by her father for his own selfish reasons. With no choice but to marry Salvador, a ruthless and sadistic Mexican mafia boss who was twice her age, Marcella finds herself in a desperate situation. On the night of their wedding, Salvador tries to get intimate, but Marcella refuses. In a fit of rage, he assaults her, forcing himself upon her. In an act of self-defense, Marcella ends up killing him. As the news of Marcella's killing of the mafia boss spread, she was forced to run for her life, with his gangs in hot pursuit. With nowhere to hide and a kill warrant issued for her in the entire mafia world, she ran into the arms of Antonio, a Russian mafia boss known as a Bratva. He offered to help and protect her, but only under the condition that she sign a contract to be his mistress. With the knowledge that her life was in danger after killing a powerful man, Marcella knew her options were limited. What does Antonio truly want from her? Will he bite? "You are mine now, Marcella. Daddy's Good Girl"

Warning: This story is full of raw obsession, brutal possession, and extremely explicit sex. If you do not like a ruthless man slowly breaking his woman until she drips, begs, and belongs only to him, stop reading now. ******* Martinez Rinaldi is a ruthless mafia lord who only knows to kill those who cross him. Owing him a bad debt means crossing him, and he usually doesn't think twice about things like this. But when Cole, an irresponsible gambler who owes him a million dollars, offers one of his daughters to him in his desperation to save his life, Martinez takes the offer. Abigail should have been the bride. But when Rodah wakes up in the morning to find her older sister gone, she is left with no other option but to wear the wedding gown and get handed over to Martinez as his repayment and bride. Rodah swears to be his wife only on paper. To her, she is simply a repayment for the debt her father owed and nothing more. But that's not what Martinez Rinaldi wants. He wants a wife who comes to him naked and dripping, willing to take in the length of his cock her every single time. He won't stop until Rodah is that wife. She has to be the good little wife who wants to be fucked as much as he wants to fuck her.

Detective Adrian Cross built his reputation on one principle: criminals don't escape justice. Especially not the ghost from his past—Damien Salvatore, the mafia kingpin who shattered his heart ten years ago and now runs the most dangerous criminal empire in Los Angeles. Their love story began in high school hallways and ended with silence when Damien's family ripped them apart, because Adrian's orphan background is not worthy of their dynasty. Adrian promised himself he would never be vulnerable again. So he became untouchable and brilliant. The LAPD's rising star. Until Damien's face appears on his assignment briefing, and every carefully constructed wall crumbles. To Adrian, this isn't just another case, it's personal. Adrian will stop at nothing to put his first love behind bars, but what happens when their cat-and-mouse game reignites a connection that defies logic and law? Every arrest Adrian makes, every operation he leads, only draws Damien closer to a devastating truth: the detective hunting him is the only person he's ever loved. As bodies pile up and betrayals multiply, Damien makes an impossible choice that will force Adrian to answer one question: Is justice worth losing everything twice? In a city where loyalty is currency and love is leverage, two men will discover that some evidence can't be buried, and some hearts refuse to be captured.