Upper Class French Surnames Novels & Stories

"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so, that I could hide my pain. But it was a terrible fail. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he was not making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes, that was true. But not that much different. Besides, I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me, if I can call it a rejection that is. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income. Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger. XXXXXX Dimitri is an original vampire. He is also soon-to-be king. As part of his pre-coronation duties, he is to disguise himself and live among his soon-to-be subjects such as to understand them better. However, he cannot get caught. If anyone recognizes that it is him, their prince, then he has failed. So, what happens when he bumps into his mate and she doesn't approve of him being of working class? Throw in a black, bold and beautiful African woman, a ton of family secrets and a supernatural war, then your recipe for disaster is good to go.

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my asshole stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty dick late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and I take him in stupid and bare, as he informs me I’m his breeding bitch now, and how he’s gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. ~Yesss~ This is a steamy story but of course it contains sweet love and shows how life could be hot complicated but lovely as well. XD

My roommate, Sylvia Colman, is the ultimate overachiever at Southend High School. She sleeps only three hours a day and takes first place in every exam throughout all three years of high school. As for me, I'm known as the "sleepy slacker" in our school. I sleep in class, constantly fail exams, and can even fall asleep while walking. My parents are completely disappointed in me. They say I'm a hopeless mess. My childhood friend, Jeffrey Rivers, also turns his back on me. He claims I've fallen too far and becomes Sylvia's die-hard fan instead. But when the dean of studies summons me for a talk to tell me that I face the possibility of being expelled, I accidentally discover the secret behind Sylvia's inexhaustible energy. It turns out she has been transferring all of her exhaustion and drowsiness onto me. She's the one stealing my energy, my grades, and my life! On the night before the SAT, Sylvia confidently stays up all night doing practice papers for one final push before the real deal. I smile slightly as a plan forms in my mind. Inwardly, I sneer, "You despicable thief who stole my life… I have a wonderful surprise in store for you. Stay tuned and accept my gift to you!"

"You've been a bad girl. Now I'm gonna fuck every bit of that sass right out of this pretty throat." He fisted my hair and dragged the leaking head of his cock over my lips, smearing them glossy and wet. "Beg," he ordered. My voice shook with how badly I needed it. "Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock. I'll be good—I swear." "Too late for good, baby. You're going to choke on it." Without another warning he thrust forward, sliding deep in one smooth stroke until the fat head bumped the back of my throat. Zara's life takes an erotic turn when she attends a new Psych class and her professor is her mother's ex husband. Dominic Calloway. He is hot, older and completely off limits. One lecture on submission and she’s soaked, desperate to be used. Even though she lives a double life as Grey Writes, a popular erotica writer, she is still a virgin. But now her body burns to be claimed and she can’t stop imagining him bending her over his desk, making her beg, stretching her open and claiming what no one else has touched. He’s forbidden. Taboo. Everything she shouldn’t want. But like his name, he’s exactly the Dom she needs.

At a class reunion, my husband, Sebastian Smith, played a "how well do we know each other" game with Hanna Rodgers, the prettiest girl in our class. They answered twenty questions correctly in a row. The room erupted with cheers, and everyone urged them to drink from the same glass. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the two of them blush. Another classmate gave me a side eye. "Why are you upset? He didn't even know you didn't like cilantro. They're a handsome couple and have secretly loved each other for years. They're destined to be together. Let me give you a piece of advice. Stop fawning over him. It's beneath you." I glanced at them and kept quiet. Were they destined to be together? But Sebastian and I had been secretly married for three years. I was going to announce our marriage to the group. But before I could, Sebastian turned around and drank with another woman. The cheers stopped, and Sebastian texted me. "Honey, don't be mad. I'm here for a business deal. It's all just for show. I will make our relationship public when I get the chance later." I smiled. He saw me and smiled too. But I no longer needed him to make anything public. I had had enough of this life of hiding.

On the way back to work after the New Year, my wife Liana Corn and I got into a car accident. Opening my eyes again, I realized that we had returned to the time we just started dating. In our previous life, we were married for eight years. Life was good, but she refused to have any children. Later, I learned that she had always kept her childhood sweetheart in her heart. After our regression, I decided to set us both free. We both deleted each other's contacts without a word, stopped seeing each other, and became complete strangers. Eight years later, Liana became a top investor. At our class reunion, she made a high-profile announcement with her childhood sweetheart Serge Gibson. Seeing that I had come to the reunion alone, she teased me. "Ryan Carter, I know I'm attractive. You love me for two lifetimes and still can't let go, but you don't need to cling to me like this." I pretended not to hear and took my son by the hand. Liana's face instantly turned pale, her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't you say you'd love only me for life?" she demanded. "How can you have a son with someone else?!"

His thumb pressed against my lower lip and I forgot every reason this was wrong. "You keep looking at me like that in my classroom, Miss Alexander." His voice was low, meant only for me, and it made me ache, I was soaked, embarrassingly so. His other hand was flat against the desk behind me, caging me in, and I could feel the heat of him from inches away. "Like what?" I whispered. "Like you want me to ruin you." His deep rasp caressed my skin like a candle flame. God help me. I did. "Professor O'Brien." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "We really shouldn't—" Not here. Not when class was due in the next minute. Yet… "No." His eyes dropped to my mouth. "We really shouldn't." Neither of us moved. .... Moon Alexander was handed a marriage contract at nineteen by her uncle who raised and ruined her and was told to sign in his daughter's place, have a child for a stranger and get her freedom. Her husband is her art professor and he is the most dangerous man she has ever been in a room with. Their marriage was meant to be a secret, hidden, forgotten. But then everything changes when secrets, yearning and desire threaten to ruin their carefully constructed roles. It all starts with one kiss. One touch. And soon the Muse will become the Artist's damnation.

Sarita has always been a good daughter. The straight A's student and quite possibly going to be the class valedictorian on her graduation day. Like every other girl, she began to notice boys when she was fifteen and one boy in particular caught her fancy; Rajveer Chaturvedi. He is the co-captain of the school's basketball team The Panthers but he has never noticed her because he has his eyes on Divya Malhotra, head cheerleader who also happens to be his girlfriend. But Divya has her eyes on Vikrant Suryavanshi, the captain of the basketball team and Raj's best friend. Sarita loses all hope of ever getting Raj's attention but by a twist of fate, she becomes friends with Vikrant whom she'd heard of and seen a couple of times in school but had never spoken to due to the animosity between him and her best friend Kalyani who happens to be his cousin. Feelings grow between the unlikely pair and a long term friendship is broken when Divya's lies are revealed to Raj and Vikrant is painted the bad guy by his friend who swore to get his revenge. Vikrant's and Sarita's relationship is put to the test when she becomes pregnant due to a situation that was beyond their control and she is forced to choose between her family and the father of her baby when a young man shows up, claiming to be her betrothed.

"Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore. I sobered up quickly. "What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands. "Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you." I left my hometown hoping to never see him again. I left with his baby still inside of me. Seven years after, and here I am again. Standing before him and a six-year-old wanting to know who his dad is, and asking me to marry him because everyone in his class but him and his best friend don't have a daddy.What am I supposed to do with all these feelings that are resurfacing? I'm realizing every day that I never got over him. I merely suppressed my feelings, and him telling me this now- in my face, just made things more complicated.

“My mate?” he scoffs, laughing at me like I have just uttered hogwash. "Goddamnit, I can’t have a girl like you as my mate. Do you think you are up to my standard to become my mate? You are useless. Can’t you see Bella? She is my type of girl! You are in no class with her!" He spits at my face, and my heart cracks inside my chest as I take a step back in grief. I fought back my tears as I summoned some courage to speak. "Noah, you can’t say that to me. I belong to you, not Bella. Bella is not yours, but me Noah!" I didn’t realize it when a tear broke out of my eyes. He’s mine, and he's rejecting me for Bella. "Noah ..." My lips shake as I become speechless. "I don’t care what the moon goddess says. I love this girl, and I want her. She has everything I want in a woman. She is beautiful; she has the standards, and we’ve been dating for so long. " he yells.. "Noah, we.."He comes to stop whatever I’m about to say as he holds my neck in front of everyone. "Don’t you ever try to come in between us. I reject you as my mate, and you are free to find any other guy!"