Zhu Ke Er Nude Novels & Stories

She had her whole junior year mapped out. Volleyball. Late nights with her friends. Maybe telling her brother's best friend the thing she's been not-saying for two years. Then her left leg started hurting and a Tuesday trip to the ER rewrote everything. Sloane Deshazo, sixteen, has spent her whole life being easy to love. No drama, no needs, no complications. Ewing Sarcoma, stage 2, doesn't care about any of that. And neither, it turns out, does Chandler Pavelka, who keeps showing up without being asked, in yesterday's jeans and an inside-out hoodie, like staying is the most obvious thing in the world. Sloane knows how to fight. She's learning, slower, how to let someone stay. But r

After three years of gathering herbs, I finally returned to Green-Pouch Valley. But my master, Mr. Gu, was not there. On the ground, only a dark red pool of blood remained, soaking his cloth robes. My senior brothers and sisters, usually so lively, were nowhere to be found. My master's wife, Auntie Qin, sat collapsed beside the pool of blood. Her once-black hair was now mostly white, her voice a hoarse whisper as she called to me. "Shuang'er, your master traded his life for the valley's ascension. You must go to the Nine Heavens and offer your thanks." It was only then I understood. The Celestial Lord, Jun Che, in his quest to forge an immortal body for his mortal wife, had coveted my m

Ava Harris has already been ruined b‌y love once. Six years ago, sh‍e was left‍ pregnant‌ and alo⁠ne, fo⁠rced to rebuild her life for‌ the sake of‍ her s‌on. Now, she’s str‌ong, indepe‍nde‍nt—and d‌etermined nev⁠er to trust a man aga⁠in. Until L‌iam Blackwell. Cold, p⁠owerful, and her billionaire boss, Liam offers her a marriage of convenience to secure his position a⁠s CEO. It’s just a contract. No feeli‍ngs invo‍lved. But l‍iving together ch‍anges everything‍. As li‍nes blur and⁠ emotions gro‍w,‌ Ava begins to believe in love again—unt‍il the man who on⁠ce ab⁠andoned her returns, demanding a p⁠lace in their son’s life. With the past resu‌rfacing and d‍anger c‌losing in, Ava must decid

Two years ago, my father sold me to a billionaire. Delson Ford owns me. My body. My time. My silence. He fucks me like I'm furniture and calls it marriage. The only thing he doesn't control is my work. In the ER, I'm a doctor. Not a wife or a victim. Then Elijah Roosevelt comes in bleeding. He's a mob boss. He's my husband's greatest enemy. And he has a condition that makes pain feel like pleasure. He refuses anesthetic. He watches me stitch his wounds with a smile. And when he gets hard on my table, I can't look away. Now he's requested me as his personal doctor. Now he's in my space. In my head. He says I'm his to protect. He says my husband won't touch me ever again.

He’s outlaw danger. She’s sworn to save lives. Their collision is anything but clean. Dr. Sienna Blake’s quiet night shift explodes into chaos when a gunshot biker crashes into her ER—bleeding, armed, and refusing to die. Breaking every rule, she saves the nameless outlaw with nothing but her skill and a reckless need to keep him breathing. But Jax Maddox, Vice President of the brutal Hellborn MC, never forgets the woman who defied logic and law to pull him back from the edge. He disappears into the night… Only to return—bloodied, armed, and standing at her door. “You saved me. Now you’re mine.” Thrown into the heart of a ruthless biker war, Sienna’s life spirals into a world of

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscill

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the

One signature saved his life. One drop of blood made her his wife. ER nurse Deena Williams only wanted to save the unidentified man dying on her trauma table. But when she signs the emergency authorization form with his blood on her hand, she unknowingly triggers an ancient werewolf law. The stranger is Xavier Evers, the feared Alpha King—and now, by life-claim, Deena is his wife. Dragged into a hidden world of ruthless packs, old enemies, and dangerous secrets, Deena becomes the one weakness Xavier never planned for. He wants the bond broken. She wants her life back. Neither of them expects the attraction growing between them. But when Xavier’s enemies discover Deena may carry a

On the night before our engagement party, my fiancée went radio silent for five hours—just to buy her male assistant stomach medicine. When she finally came back, I gave her two choices: fire him, or call off the wedding. She disappeared for three full days. The next time I saw her, she showed up at our doorstep soaking wet. She threw her arms around me and said, "I don't want anyone but you." Then, on our wedding night, she vanished again. I'm an ER doctor. I got called in for an emergency. When I got to the hospital, I found out the patient was her assistant. He had a groin injury. My fiancée was standing by his bedside, disheveled, her clothes a mess. I didn't raise my voice. I jus

The ER had taken in over a dozen patients on New Year's Eve. Yet, my widowed sister-in-law had called my husband into the on-call room to breastfeed him. When I caught them in the act, Diana hurriedly straightened her rumpled top, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Amber, please don't get the wrong idea. I was treating Elliot! He thinks I'm his late mother. He comes to me to relive his childhood every night. I've gotten used to it." Elliot Cladwell showed no trace of guilt as he remarked, "Diana has been doing everything she can to help me with my adult attachment disorder. As a doctor, you of all people should understand." I smiled and quietly stepped aside, giving them space. What I