Cole Sprouse Twitter Novels & Stories

Right after the SAT results dropped, the admissions representatives from Blackridge University practically fought over me so fiercely it felt like they'd set the whole room on fire. They made an outrageous offer just to win me over, claiming that I could bring one friend along with full admission. As the clock reset, I chose no one this time around because I'd already lived through it once. In my last life, I didn't hesitate to pick my childhood best friend, Shawn Hooper. I gave him a ticket into a world he could never hope to reach without my help. And what did I get for it? A look of pure disgust. "You're pathetic," he sneered. "It's laughable that you'd dare use something like this to drive a wedge between Madison and me." Madison Cole was our class president. She was the golden girl and everyone's favorite girl. She couldn't handle losing both the guy she loved and the future she thought was hers. So, she jumped from the roof of a building. Shawn found her final message and lost his mind. He told me the class was having one last bonfire party just outside town. It was a lie. He took me there to torture me before leaving me to die. Our entire class covered for him. Every last one of them told the police I'd slipped near the ravine and fallen by accident. … A week after my death, my parents died in a supposed highway pileup. My soul never moved on, and that was how I discovered the truth—Shawn had orchestrated everything. When I reopened my eyes, I quickly realized I was back on the day when Blackridge University fought to recruit me. I wouldn't choose anyone this time. No, the only one I would choose was myself.

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in time, my mother missed the best window for surgery and died. It wasn't until noon the next day that my wife called me. Her first words were an accusation. "What's wrong with you? It's already noon. Why aren't you back to cook? Don't you know Mason has tutoring this afternoon?" "My mom died of a brain hemorrhage!" I roared through gritted teeth. My wife froze for a second. The first thing she blurted out was: "Well, don't expect me to pay for the funeral. That's a matter of principle. "And your mother dying is your mother dying. That's not a reason for you to skip cooking." In that instant, I knew the devotion I'd poured out for more than ten years meant nothing to her. Rage hit my heart. I suffered a heart attack and followed my mother into death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my wife proposed separate finances after marriage.

Three lost pregnancies. A mountain of medical expenses that kept growing. A marriage that had become nothing more than a hollow shell. Olivia Hart sacrificed years of her life trying to be the perfect wife, believing love could survive any hardship. Instead, she watched her dreams crumble piece by piece as grief consumed her, her confidence faded, and the man she once adored slowly turned his attention elsewhere. Every day, she felt herself disappearing, until the woman staring back from the mirror was someone she barely recognized. When overdue hospital bills threaten to destroy what little stability she has left and her husband brushes aside her suffering as nothing more than dramatics, Olivia finally realizes she can no longer keep fighting for a relationship she is carrying alone. Then Ethan Cole walks back into her life. The boy who knew her before the heartbreak. The one person who understood her without explanation. The first man who ever held her heart. While Olivia struggles to rebuild from the ruins of betrayal and loss, Ethan becomes the steady presence she never knew she still needed. With his support, she uncovers a life-altering truth buried in her past and begins a transformation so remarkable that the people who once overlooked her can scarcely believe she is the same woman. Especially the husband who let her go. But fate has one more surprise waiting. Just when Olivia begins embracing a future she never imagined possible, she discovers she is carrying the child she had nearly given up hope of having. Now the wealthy man who broke her spirit wants another chance to reclaim what he threw away. But can a man who destroyed her trust endure the agony of watching another man cherish the woman he failed to value?

"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?

Lumina gave Ethan Cole everything: her heart, her trust, her future. As fated mates, they were destined by the Moon Goddess herself. But when pack politics demanded a marriage alliance, Ethan didn't just reject her privately; he destroyed her publicly. In front of over 200 pack members at his engagement ceremony to another woman. His words of rejection shattered her. But they didn't kill her. Eleven months later, Lumina has rebuilt herself. She's Crestwood's most sought-after healer, strong, independent, and sworn never to trust a mate bond again. Then, Supreme Alpha Dylan Virelli crashes into her clinic, bleeding and half-dead. Dylan is the most powerful werewolf on the East Coast, feared, untouchable. He's also been tortured by insomnia for seven years. But when Lumina's hands touch his skin to heal him, something happens: he sleeps. For the first time in seven years, he finds peace. She's his cure. His sanctuary. His second chance mate. But not everyone is happy about it. Cruella Hayes, Dylan's obsessive ex-lover, refuses to let go. Ethan realizes what he lost and wants Lumina back. And Morgana, Ethan's cruel wife, has set her greedy eyes on Dylan. When enemies close in from all sides, Lumina faces impossible choices. She is kidnapped twice. Tortured twice. The first time, she survives, but her body pays a price. The second time, she pours everything she has into protecting her unborn twins, but one dies. And the betrayals don't stop there. The people closest to her are not who she thinks they are. Her best friend. Her mentor. The ones she trusted most are the ones who cut the deepest. Will she survive long enough to fight for the mate who will burn the world to keep her safe? Or will the shadows of betrayal destroy everything?

Five years ago, my then girlfriend betrayed me for Ethan Reid. Together, they staged a car accident that killed both my parents. Then they hired someone to assault and murder my younger sister, who wasn't even sixteen, and framed me for it. I was thrown in prison where I suffered every day. It was Serena Cole who risked everything to become my defense attorney. She cleared my name and courted me with everything she had. She told me I was all she could see, that I was her whole world. When I finally gave her my whole heart, I looked down from upstairs and saw her kissing Ethan like she couldn't get enough of him, days before our wedding. Right there in our wedding car, they crossed every line. "Bold move, bride. Not worried the groom might see?" Ethan whispered. "His legs are crippled because of you. You know better than anyone whether he can even make it downstairs," Serena replied. "What's this, feeling guilty now? Every dirty thing I ever did to him, you were the one who planned it. You want me to tell him that?" "If you say a word, I swear I'll take you down with me," came her ragged response. Ethan bit her ear roughly, driving her over the edge. "Sure, sure. I know you love him so much. So doesn't this make it even more exciting? Say it. Who's your daddy?" She broke apart beneath him, saying his name over and over, breathless and undone. The tears hit me before I could stop them. She had known. All along, she had known everything that happened to me. And not only that, she had helped plan it.

I slide into the bath and let my muscles melt. My mind drifts—back to dinner, the city skyline glittering behind Tommy’s head. I close my eyes, biting my lip. One hand trails beneath the water, slow and lazy. I don’t mean to. But it’s all still so fresh—the way his hands felt on my skin, how deeply he— Except, it’s not Tommy I’m imagining anymore. It’s the doctor. Suddenly, it’s his fingers I’m imagining spreading me open. That cool composure cracking as he groans my name into my neck. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, breath catching as the orgasm rips through me like a shot of white lightning. My back arches against the porcelain. Water sloshes. “Dr. Cole,” I gasp before I can stop it. And then I freeze. What. The. Hell. **************************************************** He’s her gynecologist. Her client. And her boyfriend’s father. What could possibly go wrong? Beth thought dating Tommy was the start of something stable. Sure, he was cocky and impulsive—but charming, right? Until the red flags started piling up. The gambling. The secrets. The mood swings. The way he always blamed her when things went wrong. But then she meets his father. Dr. Stacy Cole. Silver fox. Calm. Collected. Everything Tommy wasn’t. And she already know him. He’s her OB/GYN. Her firm’s newest client. And the man who makes her body betray her every time he’s near. Beth knows she should stay away. But when Tommy starts spiraling and Stacy starts looking less like a boundary and more like a lifeline… she’s forced to face a terrifying truth: She might be falling for the one man who could destroy everything. Taboo. Addictive. Slow burning. Emotionally dangerous. This isn’t your average age-gap romance.