Voice Of Snapped Novels & Stories

“You said this was fake,” I snapped, my voice tight. “So why do you act like I belong to you?” Zane’s eyes darkened as he stepped in, wrapping his hand around my neck with a possessive grip. His breath hit mine as he growled, “You still don’t get it, do you? You were never fake. You were always mine.” —— A deal made in desperation. A bond they never saw coming. Alpha Zane is fighting for his pack and his throne. Threatened by the Elders and his ambitious cousin determined to take everything from him. Zane needs a powerful weapon to solidify his claim and legacy. Enters Lyra, a defective Omega with a hidden past drowning in bills to protect her dying brother. When Zane offers

I was severely allergic to shrimp. Even touching the broth could make it hard for me to breathe. They used to treat me like a fragile little princess no one could touch. So there was never seafood at home, and even relatives were reminded before each family gathering. Then my little sister was born, and everything changed. Shrimp became her favorite food. She kept asking Mom to make it for her. That was the first time Mom snapped at me. "Can't you just stay away from it? Do you really have to make your sister unhappy?" Dad only shut the kitchen door and handed me a mask. But on the day of Dad's promotion dinner, I accidentally ate shrimp hidden inside a puff pastry. My throat tighten

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his chi

WARNING: 95% Sex Content/1 She-Wolf Vs 5 Alphas Three years ago, my father betrayed my mother, shattering our lives and forcing us into exile. Now, at seventeen, everything is about to change. My mother has found a second chance—with none other than the famous Alpha Thomas Blackthorn of the powerful Blackridge Pack. She's ready to start over, and I have no choice but to follow her into this new world ruled by dominance, secrets, and desire. *** "I Promise," his voice scraped raw, "I won't fuck you. Not until your wolf wakes." His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, hooking under the lace of my panties. "But you'll help me before that." His body pinned me down, muscles taut, skin sco

For a year, Malakai Thorne's ultra-luxury penthouse had been Aria’s sanctuary—a gilded haven where the ghosts of her past could not reach her. To the world, Kai was a ruthless, unfeeling corporate predator, but to her, he had been a fierce protector. She had blindly trusted him, calling him her everything and giving him the shattered pieces of her heart. She arrived in a shimmering emerald gown, waiting for her fairy tale to begin. But as the spotlight snapped on, the trap snapped shut. Holding the hand of a global heiress, Kai publicly announced his engagement to another woman, reducing Aria to nothing more than a "disposable pet" in front of the city's elite. Broken, humiliated, and desper

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants you

"On. Your. Knees." "Do it, Yvette," my tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea. "Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you." "Please, Mr. Christopher," Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. "Anything but this," "Shhhh…" I peered from my side to see my father position himself between Yvette's legs. "You won't know a better experience after—" "Enough!" I snapped, rising to my feet. "Sit back down, boy," he threatened. I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk. "I am talking to you, Knox!" He snapped. "This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will." I ignored him. "You just breached a necessar

“See, malyshka, you walk in here wearing that little skirt and dare to talk about modesty?” I glanced down at my blazer skirt, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze dragged over my legs. “If I weren’t your patient…” He turned slightly, gesturing to the examination bed, his voice dropped dangerously low, “I'd put you right there and demonstrate… “Mr. Ferrari!” I snapped, leaping to my feet, my heartbeat pounding in my ear now. I had never met a man as vulgar, audacious, and devastatingly magnetic as Gideon Ferrari, especially not one wearing a hospital gown. My first therapy session with the sex-addict patient who should have been a simple case… became

Calen was a benchwarmer on the university swim team, someone who never actually competed. The captain, Karl, was everything he wasn’t, a campus golden boy. Three records broken. A new girlfriend every other week. One night, Calen realized he’d left something behind and went back to the locker room. That was when he heard it. Ragged breathing. Strained, barely held back. And beneath it… the slow, awful sound of metal bending under pressure. He pushed the door open. Karl stood with his back to him. His bare muscles writhed beneath his skin, moving wrong, his spine standing out in sharp ridges. His fingers were dug deep into the steel locker, nails tearing through metal, le

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."