Wattpad Cheat Novels & Stories

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

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My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I stared at my phone screen, reading Emma's last text to her father for the third time. I'd hacked into the Beta's phone—not difficult when I had Alpha access to pack systems—desperate for any information about where Emma had gone. *"I have proof."* Two words that made my blood run cold. Proof of what? The affair? Something else? And what did she plan to do with it? My office door opened without a knock, and Vanessa sauntered in wearing a dress that was far too revealing for pack house business. The sight of her usually excited me, but today my wolf snarled with actual hostility.

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No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover

The next morning, I put on full-glam makeup to hide the exhaustion from my previous sleepless night. Xavier was seated at the dining table, in the middle of flipping through the morning paper. The sun cast a radiant glow on him, accentuating his unbelievable good looks. I approached him and gravely set a stack of documents next to him. “What’s this?” He gave me a look. “Some project grants that need your signature. There are also several authorization letters for the family fund.” I avoided his gaze before continuing, “This last one here is a request for some extra expenses on my end.”

Panicked, Yvonne said, "It's not permanent! I'll make him move once he's bet—" "Spare me," I interrupted. "I'm just here to get my stuff." I hurried to the wardrobe, but it was filled with designer clothes for Christopher. My clothes were stuffed in a suitcase and tossed into a random corner. "Shawn, please." Yvonne held my hand. "I know you hate this, but…" I flung her hand away and grabbed my suitcase. But before I could leave, I was hit with a push notification. "Shocking news! Erstwhile heir of Pearson Group signed confession papers, admitting his crime of stealing Leidermann Group's top secrets."

Mark reached for the small black remote and turned the plug to a steady, low buzz that pressed directly against her G-spot. He lifted her onto the edge of the futon, the wood cool against her thighs. He pulled out the folded crib mattress and set it on the floor, then took the long wand from the shelf and re-applied fresh ink to the lower back. The tip pricked against the same spot, the letters D-A-D-D-Y-S-P-R-O-P-E-R-T-Y forming again in quick strokes. The pain bloomed into deep heat. Emma moaned, pushing back, the plug shifting inside her as the new mark settled.

The proctor, Wendy Reed, bent down and picked up the slip of paper. The moment she saw what was written on it, her face turned ashen. “What is this?” Wendy asked sternly. Hugh Jackson had originally called her over to catch me. Yet somehow, the cheat sheet had ended up on him instead. And since everyone was watching, Wendy couldn’t openly cover for him. All she could do was glare at Hugh in frustration. Hugh panicked. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.