Twisted Hate Spicy Chapter Novels & Stories

When I find out about that woman's existence, it turns out that they've been dating for a very long time. Simon Jensen protects her very well. Even though he's already attended banquets with her and has introduced her to all of his friends, I still have yet to see any of her photos. Heck, I don't even know her name. If it weren't for the fact that Simon was unable to resist that woman's coquettish pleading and brought her to the fashion show press conference as a brand investor, I'd probably remain in the dark forever. At this moment, I stare at Simon from far away, who's currently gazing at his lover standing on the runway. There's a hint of a gentle smile in his eyes. The camera flashes keep clicking. One of the reporters can't resist asking, "Mr. Jensen, are you a fan of Angela Stewart as well?" Simon never averts his gaze from Angela. He replies, "No. She's the love of my life." So, it turns out the cold and aloof Simon is capable of doting on a young woman to this degree. I spin the dull wedding ring around my ring finger subconsciously. That's when I realize how meaningless this marriage actually is.

Some sins are too delicious to resist. At twenty-one, Seraphina knows she’s going straight to hell. Her crime? Seducing Dominic Ashcroft—her sister’s husband. The magnetic, silver-haired billionaire who’s twice her age and completely off-limits. While Elena fights breast cancer, Seraphina and Dominic are fighting an attraction that’s burning them both alive. Every stolen glance. Every forbidden touch. Every moment they pretend they can resist each other. Dominic tells himself he’s a good man. A faithful husband. But late at night, it’s not his wife he’s thinking about—it’s the temptation sleeping next door. Seraphina doesn’t pretend to be good. She knows exactly what she wants: the one man she can never have.

I was born with a weak heart. When I was nineteen, I got a heart transplant that allowed me to survive. Soon after, I met my wife-to-be, Vivian Cosby. Three years after we got married, I found a note in her phone that was not deleted. The date was marked as the day we met. The text simply read, [I found him. His name is Quinn Waverly. The heart is with him.] When I looked through the notes further, I saw a man’s photo, captioned with a name. [Randall] There was another line of text in her notes. It read, [Randall, through your heart in his chest, I will show you the world.] I finally understood. The first time we met, she had not been taken aback because it was love at first sight, it was simply shock. The tears she shed when she proposed were not because of me. In the night, she would always lay her head on my chest. However, she was not listening for my heartbeat, but his. Tonight, she came home very late. As usual, she held me tightly and buried her face in my chest. “Your heartbeat always makes me calm.” I did not open my eyes, nor did I ask about Randall. This was the first time I realized that one could hear a heart beat so loudly that it echoed, even through so many layers of skin and muscle.

"Mariana, you know we shouldn't. . ." Lucius finally got the courage to speak. "Hush! Do not speak to me about that. It is you I want," She protested. "You are betrothed to my prince and the heir to the throne. I am nothing but a mere guard to the prince. If word gets out about what we're doing then he will surely have our heads," Lucius pointed out. Mariana stopped and gazed into Lucius' eyes. For a moment, she looked serious. Lucius was beginning to feel that he had succeeded in breaking past her stubbornness. Until she broke her silence. "Screw him. It is you I desired before. It is you I desire now. And it is you I will always desire. He can have my head, I don't care!" She exclaimed. *** When a dangerous love affair between a guard and a Prince's betrothed comes into play, what cruel fate will befall them? When love happens in the wrong places, can it ever be corrected? When a love triangle becomes a dangerous game with an obsessed prince, will the guard survive it? Mariana Rosette moves in with her aunt after losing her parents to a rabid beast attack. She comes home to find that her aunt has arranged her wedding with the Prince of Asgaria. Prince Leonard Luther. Instead of Mariana falling for the prince, she ends up falling for his scarred guard, Lucius. Amidst the dangerous love affair that comes into existence; strange beasts attack Asgaria and wish for it to crumble to its feet. War breaks out within the kingdom because of the dangerous game of love and the battle outside of the kingdom. There's nowhere to run to. None of the three are ready to give up. Only in death will it end. Who will get the girl?

THEIR FORBIDDEN LOVE MAY GET THEM BOTH KILLED... (Excerpt) He pressed his arousal against her soft body. You know how much I desire to have you, Diana. Tell me you want me, too.” Shaking her head, her eyes misted. He growled at her stubbornness. Then he nuzzled his cheek against hers, enjoying the delicate ivory fragrance she'd washed with, hoping she’d succumb to his advances. He ran his finger over her firm nipple. “I won't let Ragnar have you. We’ll return to the pack and then—” “No. He’ll kill you. I don’t want you for a mate. Don't you understand?” She tried to pull away from him, her voice heated with anger. “I don’t want you.” But he recognized from her words and actions that it wasn't true; he’d use every trick he knew to convince her to tell the truth.

When Isabella Hartley loses her job, her world crumbles. Desperate to make ends meet, she takes a job as a house cleaner, introduced by her friend, Mia, for an enigmatic billionaire, James Reed. On the contrary, James Introduces an unexpected proposal: to marry him, even if it means pretending, meeting his family, and securing a contract deal, and in return, he will clear off her mounting bills and also pay for her sister's surgery. After the contract is finalized, they can get a divorce and both go their separate ways. Isabella is torn between her desperation and doubt, but the promise of financial security is too enticing to resist. As she navigates James’s complex world, Isabella uncovers secrets and emotions she never anticipated. Will their fake marriage become a real love story, or will their differences tear them apart.?

"Is that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand. "No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you." He was right and I hated him for it. ********** It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back. He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me. He was also my husband's brother. Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing. I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch. Instead I said yes. And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer. This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.

“I hate you.” His growl reverberates against my throat at my words. His mouth drags slowly along my skin, deliberate. Punishing. Claiming. My pulse betrays me. I want him to kiss me. Goddess— I need him to kiss me. I need him to do more than kiss me. But he doesn't. How he loves to toture me. He pulls back just enough to breathe against my lips. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to reach out and haul his face back unto my skin. It takes every ounce of self control for me not to start spouting out all the nasty things I need him to do to me. “Again,” he breathes against my lips. “Tell me how much you hate me.” “I hate you,” I rush out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.” A dark sound leaves him. I fall in love with that sound. Immediately And then he’s kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. And this time, he isn't stopping. ***** In the Eastern pack, power is currency. And Mia just became The New Alpha's favorite investment.

From the very beginning, Rufus Carter was in love with Leanor Ford. At the age of seventeen, Rufus was already known for his towering height, costly lifestyle, and aloof attitude. Unfortunately, Rufus was left motherless at an early age, and this year, his father decided to remarry, making Leanor's mother his new stepmother. As if fate wanted to play a twisted game, Rufus turned eighteen and found out that Leanor was his mate - adding a new level of complexity to their already complicated situation. The fact that his stepsister was his mate left Rufus stunned.

It’s amusing what two drops of aphrodisiac can do to a man. Just two cups into the stillest mead, and he’s done for. Sexually raged, like a curse, and willing to empty his pocket for pleasure. ****** As an orphaned omega who spent her time working herself off at the age of 18, life wasn’t much to write home about for Maya. That is, until she’s set up by her boss who drugs and locks her up to please a Lycan Alpha who’s under the influence of aphrodisiac. “If you’re in this room,” Leo says huskily, his breath fanning Maya. “It can only mean one thing.” “And what can that be?” Maya’s heart skips a beat. “To pleasure me,” Leo responds, bringing his lips lower to Maya and says against her lips, “And it’s not a request.”