Wild Temptation After Divorce Novels & Stories

I said, my voice shaking. He protested, shaking his head. "It shouldn't happen again. It’s a mistake," I said, "Please, just go," I insisted, my eyes pleading with him. He sighed, defeated. "Don't ignore my calls again," he said softly, then turned and walked out of the house, the door closing behind him with a soft click. I stood there, catching my breath, my fingers tracing my lips where his kiss still lingered. It had been five years since our divorce, and I never thought I would feel his kiss again.

"You know, little girl, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me." "Oh, I doubt that! He doesn't seem very excited to see you in your intimate apparel. Trust me, I know what he looks like when he's turned on." Manu responded confidently and full of herself, which filled me with pride. "But let me tell you, your divorce scam won't last much longer, after all, the hearing is coming up, and then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce was finalized seven years ago, and that paper you're so proudly waving around, saying the divorce decree was revoked, it's nothing bu

Our bodies rocked together to completion, and we came at the same time, Adele's walls convulsing around my cock as I spilled inside of her. I leaned back against the headboard with her ly-ing across my chest, holding her to me. Neither of us wanted to move just yet, and in the wake of such a satis-fying orgasm, I couldn't help but feel sad and I didn't even know what we were doing anymore. Adele and Harmony could just come live with me. It would be easier that way. I would talk to Adele about it later, but not now. Right now, I just wanted to hold her in my arms and leave the serious world behind.

​It was La Lora, her company, now dominating every headline, outmaneuvering us at every turn, devouring our market share with surgical precision. ​My chest tightened as memory pulled me back three years. I had been the first to sign the divorce papers. I could still see her eyes, shining with tears, as she begged me not to tear everything apart, pleading for another chance to save what we had. I had turned my back on her, cold and absolute, convincing myself that shedding the distraction of having her would finally leave my path clear to build an unrivaled empire. ​I thought the silence that followed would last forever. I thought I had won my freedom to scale the highest peaks of the corpora

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

I’d heard it too many times. I had it memorized. It was all my fault, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have let temptation break me all those years ago, even if we were mates. I was the only one who ever believed in that. To this day, Torren still thinks I crawled into his bed on purpose after Saela vanished. When the baby came, I became the perfect gold-digger, the girl everyone could blame. “I’ll accept the divorce,” I said into the link, my voice flat and tired. “But it’ll only be final after Niko’s shift. Until then, you’ll be a good father to him.”

She bent over and cried hysterically. "Evan! You ruined my life. I want a divorce! "You took my money, kept women outside, and opened nightclubs. How can you be so shameless?" She hung up fiercely and stood there like her soul had left her body. Talia turned back to me, her eyes red. "You heard that. I'm divorcing Evan. Give me another chance, okay? You used to love me the most." She was right. Whether when we were children or after we were married, I'd given her the best of everything I had.

She hated her dentition, the very one Sophia got from her, a feat she detested, especially because I took after my father. My gaze shifted from hers to the paper. The first line had me sitting up immediately, but the second, the ropes rubbed against my wrists, and the blisters, I hissed and leaned back again, the words bouncing back as I read them felt like the whippings of a cat o' nine tails whip….. “You’re insane.” I scoffed in a whisper. “Oh, honey. For my daughter…I am everything.” PETITION FOR DIVORCE – GROUNDS: MARITAL FRAUD, MORAL TURPITUDE, AND EMOTIONAL ABANDONMENT

“Blake, I think… I think it’s time for a divorce. I need you to sign the papers and file them with the court. Please stop stalling and do the right thing.” There was silence on the other end, and she could almost hear the gears working in his mind. “Divorce? You’re serious?” He laughed, but it was a brittle sound. “No, Treasure, let’s not go down that road. You know I’m not ready for that. I haven't finished giving you what you need; you just have to let me get my money's worth. I only want one thing; it's the only thing I miss about you. It's that thing between your thighs.”

"So he made the decision for both of you, right?” Celeste lowered her eyes. "He said it would make moving on easier." The corner of Vivienne's mouth hardened. "For him." A slow breath left Celeste. "He doesn't love me anymore." Vivienne didn't answer immediately. She stood up and walked around the living room and stopped beside the coffee table. Her fingers brushed across the wedding catalogues before she picked one up. She closed it and placed it neatly back where it had been. Then she looked at Celeste. "You gave six years of your life to this. If not more.”