There are many people out there, but in the end, it all comes down to only one person you can't live without. Love is passion, and obsession. And when you love someone, you shouldn't care what other people think, right? But what if the person I've fallen in love with is my stepbrother? Life brought us together, but people are trying to tear us apart-what am I supposed to do? I want him. I can't live without him. Yet I can't be with him. It would ruin his reputation and career, and other people's opinions would mess with our heads. I should stay away, but time stopped when I met him.
Natalie
I popped my cherry yesterday.
The guy in crime is sleeping next to me. Brown hair, tanned skin. Upperclass swagger. He is built like a Greek god and equipped with the package I thought only existed in my wet dreams.
But the real thing that had me swooning was that he saved my ass yesterday. I was so drunk when he found me and gave me a front-row ticket to watch his game.
He kept his eyes on me whenever he scored, and each smile made me feel seen and noticed.
Oh, and his name is Noah.
Bubbles of joy soar to the top of my chest.
I'm on a high, giggling at the ceiling before Noah grunts something in his sleep. One thick, muscular arm wraps around me, and I'm hugged to his chiseled body.
Butterflies swarm my belly, but I can't fall for a guy this fast, even if he looks like a model and makes me laugh.
I won't allow it since I don't want to be left heartbroken. I'm not a popular girl, and Noah is every girl's dream. He is probably one of those who love them and leave them.
I snort at the star quarterback when he kisses my cheek. "Hey, we said no strings attached! Cuddling is forbidden!"
I'm in such a good mood. Who knew sex could unwind me? I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high on life!
Noah mutters into my hair. "I changed my mind, Natalie... You fit perfectly in my arms. You're perfect..."
Blushing, I still try to escape from him. Noah breathes a laugh at my attempts and opens his eyes. They are drop-down-your-pants dreamy, and he uses them to disarm me.
I pause when he smiles, and Noah breaks the rest of my resistance by claiming my lips with his.
He tastes like heaven.
My heart leaps up into my throat. Noah's gentle hands are moving down from my shoulders, learning every curve of my body. They stop on my hips, and that's when his kisses grow more obsessive.
Noah pins me underneath his muscular chest, the body part he has honed like a weapon after many hours spent at the gym and on the football field. He is cut like a diamond, and I can't stop my hands roaming freely up his arms, squeezing his biceps.
A whimper slips out through my mouth, and Noah smirks against my lips and leans back to tease me. "So, you're one of those girls?"
"Those girls?" I question.
His teeth show, but his smile isn't evil. It's amused and cocky as hell; clearly, me touching him has gone to his head.
"You have an arm fetish."
I snort at him. "I do not!"
Maybe I have a thing for biceps, though? Noah's muscular arms are the bee's knees, so damn round and juicy. I can't help myself from touching them. But when I do, his smile grows.
"You're such a filthy little liar," Noah muses, and his hand grips my waist, sliding its way down to my thighs. That's when his smile turns evil. "And you're ready for round two already."
I'm about to let him do anything he wants with me, but my phone alarm goes off, and I bolt up from my bed.
"Oh-my-god!" I exclaim and fish up my clothes from the floor. Noah stares at me like I've grown two heads, but I don't care. "I'm going to be late if I don't hurry!"
Noah sits in my bed, laughing at me. "Late for what?"
"I have somewhere to be!" I'm slipping into my hoodie. "And I'm sorry, but it's important!"
"More important than me?"
I hesitate when he sends me a charming smile. Noah tries to use his charm and sex appeal against me, so I throw his t-shirt into his face.
"Yes, more important than you! And put some clothes on, will you? This isn't Magic Mike!"
Noah snorts at me, shaking his head. "You're something else."
I narrow my gaze. "Something else?"
He hands me a smile that makes my stomach flip like a pancake. It can't be a good sign that I suddenly want to kiss him.
"You're funny," Noah says. "Unique. Even if you were supposed to be a one-night stand, I really like you. And I seldom like the girl that I pick up after a game. You're different, Natalie."
"You only just met me." I'm brushing my hair, cursing the brown strands caught in the bristles. "I bet you know nothing about me."
Noah studies me with a slight curve to his lip. "Natalie Gracen. Perfect grades, smart, reserved, and she seldom smiles. Everyone thinks she has a stick up her ass. But it turns out she is great fun in bed."
I gasp at him. "I do not have a stick up my ass!"
"Are you sure?" Noah stands up to his full height, dwarfing me with that football player's body. His finger grips my lace bands, and he leans his chin on my shoulder from behind. "I wouldn't mind checking for you."
I laugh at Noah and spin around. My palm pushes at his chest, but he doesn't move. He lifts an amused eyebrow, and I almost swoon at the blue eyes and the brown hair.
"I have a thing for tiny brunettes," Noah says, reaching out a hand to curl my hair around his fingers. "Do you like me?"
"Noah..." I try to bite back a smile but fail.
"Natalie?" He teases in the same tone, smiling.
He is towering over me, looking ready and built to push me against the wall. My lust skyrockets at the idea, but I shove it out through my head, forcing the words from my lips. "I have somewhere to be, so why don't we talk about this later?"
Noah sighs and pouts at me. "Fine."
I grin. "Good boy."
Sulking, Noah wanders out through my room, and that's when the devil possesses me-I use the brush in my hand to smack his ass. He whips his head in surprise, blinking at me while I blush at the jiggle.
Holy shit, slapping him might have worked as a disadvantage. I'm even more interested in Noah now!
A slow grin spreads over his lips. "Butt fetish too, huh?"
I crack up. "Shut up!"
Noah winks at me but steers himself toward the hallway. I'm almost sad about him leaving. There are so many butterflies in my chest when he is around. Perhaps I should ask him over again?
Whatever, I can't think about Noah now.
I have to do my makeup before I get late for lunch. I'm supposed to eat with my dad. He will introduce me to the woman he has been dating in secret for months.
***
I missed the first bus!
I'm already late and try not to cough at the polluted city air. People surround me, and I pull my bag strap further up my shoulder as I walk forward.
My dad will meet me at this new restaurant with outside seating. I'm wearing a pink leather jacket combined with tight jeans; I look proper. Especially with my white floral t-shirt underneath.
A smile graces my lips, and I head down the street. It doesn't take long before I'm at the restaurant. My eyes catch my dad sitting by a table, and a bubble of joy lifts from my chest.
"Dad!"
"Hey, honey!" My dad turns around, and I hug him while he remains seated in his chair. "Did you have to walk far to get here?"
"Nah, it wasn't that bad." I step away from him and reach out my hand to shake my paw with Cynthia. "Hello. I'm Natalie."
Cynthia smiles. "I'm Cynthia." Her eyes linger on my face, and then her eyes widen as if remembering something. "I actually have a son about your age. He went to the bathroom but should be out here in a second. His name is Noah. Do you know him?"
Noah?
My world collides with the ground because the same guy I woke up with this morning walks out of the restaurant. His eyes widen slightly, and then his lips curl. He is wearing shades on the top of his head, looking so attractive I might die.
"Hello," Noah says, looking me up and down with eyes that tell me this isn't a surprise to him. "You must be Natalie."
I suppress a gasp. Did Noah already know I was my dad's daughter? His lips are caught in an amused smile, and when he winks, I realize I'm totally screwed.
A one-night stand with my handsome Alpha mate ends in disaster once he discovers I'm packless and was thrown away to fend for myself by my original pack for being a lazy stoner. Needless to say, my mate, Wesley, rejects me on the spot. I'm not good enough for him—too bad he won't get rid of me after our night together. Not when I'm carrying his baby. Karma is a B....isn't she?
[This year I will make friends, this year I will find a boyfriend, and by the end of this year, I hope to be a virgin no longer] Bullied without friends her entire life, Alice Grey hopes her college time will be different. She wishes to start over and make friends. But her hope shatters when it appears Nathan Douglas, her bully for six years, will attend the same college. Nathan Douglas is a promising future NHL player. His fans expect him to be picked up fast, but Nathan isn't sure if a hockey player career is what he wants. He is a complete player on campus and finds pleasure in teasing Alice Grey for being a virgin. Her embarrassment is his delight. But Nathan soon runs into a slight problem—every night, Nathan experiences super realistic dreams where Alice is his future wife. Due to his dreams, Nathan begins to see Alice in a different light, but is there a happy ending when you catch feelings for the person who fears you more than death?
Riley Archer is the omega of her pack. She doesn't have a filter and speaks her mind without thinking. It usually gets her into trouble, especially when she confronts the wrong person outside of a restaurant. William Rossi seldom takes an interest in people, but the little spitfire who is his mate immediately turns into his new favorite person. Her lips are cruel, but her eyes are innocent. She pretends she doesn't want him, but the alpha always gets what he wants. In William's mind, it doesn't matter that she is a student in his class. His goal is to get inside her pants. How will he handle their steamy and romantic relationship as an alpha teacher?
Since battling over a spade in kindergarten, Dior and Patricia have been life sworn enemies. Despite Dior being the future alpha, Patricia never respected or feared him. She was always a daring omega, not afraid of stating her opinion. With age, the venom runs thicker in their veins. While Dior becomes popular and sought-after, Patricia finds herself bullied by the entire pack. Sick of the treatment she receives, Patricia decides to go rogue, only for fate to laugh her in the face—it turns out the alpha she left is her mate.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
To fund her father's medical bills, Helena stepped in for her half‑sister and wed the city's notorious deaf heir. On their wedding night, as she bared herself, he dismissed her hope with, "This is strictly business." Living beneath the weight of his unpredictable moods, she learned to fear every moment. When everyone bet on her ruin, he became her fiercest protector. But as their contract expired and she gathered her things, tears shimmered in his eyes. "Please… don't leave me."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!