Consensual Non Consent Form Novels & Stories

Half a year after our divorce, my ex-husband became a trending topic online. His current wife, who had just given birth, jumped off a building. When she jumped, she was clutching a printed, 98-page copy of the "Cloves Family Code of Conduct." The reason for her suicide? She couldn’t buy discounted groceries online. A reporter came to interview me and asked, "Excuse me, were you also given the same family rules?"

After a heartbreak, Danielle became pregnant by an unknown man. Now, six years later, she is a loving mother of three. Coincidentally, her new boss at the company she works for is the father of her children, though he is unaware of this. Despite his interest in her and her children's fondness for their "bigger uncle," she continues to distance herself from him. Why does she keep pushing him away?

Evelyn never expected to return home to a husband she had never met, especially one who didn’t know her, didn’t want her, and yet somehow already controlled her life. Lucien was forced into a marriage he never asked for, a three-year contract that was meant to protect family pride, but he never imagined the woman behind the veil would be so unforgettable. A single night changes everything; one impulsive encounter, one mistake, and Evelyn disappears. Her father’s financial crises push the families to extend the contract, forcing the two into close quarters again. Now, with cohabitation, hidden feelings, rival threats, and a secret that could change everything, they must navigate a dangerous game of desire, pride, and regret. Can a woman who was once invisible to him claim her place in his heart; or will the past remain a shadow they can never escape?

I was just a nobody actor, killing time reading a trashy novel where the Omega side-character had my name. His only purpose? To be a disposable prop for the Alpha ML, a walking, talking disaster who gets his life ruined in 50 chapters flat. I hated him. I hated his pathetic weakness. Then I died. And I woke up as him. Now, I'm that cannon fodder. I'm in the body of the fool I despised, on the eve of his public humiliation at the hands of the novel's god-like Alpha, Huo Yan. The worst part? I never finished the book. I know how I'm supposed to die, but I have no idea how this story ends. My only guide is a faint voice in my head, a "Survival System" that gives me one simple, terrifying rule: Don't attract the protagonist. So I have a plan. Be invisible. Be boring. Stay away from Huo Yan. But I messed up. In one desperate moment to save my own skin, I did something unexpected. I showed a spark of talent the original "me" never had. And the Alpha, the man who should be looking at the female lead, is now looking at me. His scent, a predator's frost, hunts me in crowded rooms. His eyes, dark and possessive, follow my every move. He cornered me after a gala, his voice a low growl against my ear. "You are not the Omega from the script," he whispered, his touch branding my skin. "You are a liar. And I will peel back every layer until I find the truth." The plot is broken. The Alpha is obsessed. And my survival system is flashing red. I came here to avoid my death, but now I'm terrified I might just be the reason this story becomes a tragedy.

Warnings: Contains Mature Content, Vulgar Words, and Physical . “ Scarlet!" A stranger yelled out in his drunken stupor, his Golden eyes surveying the dimmed room until they fell upon the roughened bed covers. With long and decisive strides, he walked toward the bed, not bothering to uncover the duvet to see who was underneath it. He recklessly threw her over his shoulder and trotted out of the room. Aysel gasped! Caught in a heart-wrenching dilemma, Aysel Brown finds herself in a desperate situation, seeking a solution to her mother's mounting medical bills and college expenses. She decides to have a one-night stand with a stranger because she was in need of money at that moment, only to be interrupted by a formidable and enraged man demanding his fiancée. Little did Aysel know that this stranger would become an unexpected and complicated part of her life. After a life-altering turn of events, Aysel finds herself with the stranger's child, only to face rejection and heartache. It didn't take long before he re-entered her life with a demand for their unborn child and a forced contract marriage, blackmailing her using her mother. Aysel was left with no other choice than to sign the forced contract. As the years passed by, the marriage became a harrowing ordeal, filled with , pain, and misery. Would Aysel remain in such an abusive and painful marriage with her husband, or will she flee from the harsh marriage she found herself in? Will Aysel finally find true love?

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

Abused and sold by her stepfather to the Alpha King, Laura finally escapes his clutches only to find herself pregnant with his child. Fleeing into the night, she seeks refuge in the arms of the a stranger which turns to be the Alpha King's mysterious and bastard brother. The Alpha King wants her back, and the bastard brother does not want to let her go. In this game of love, suffering and revenge, secrets are unveiled and troubles are caused. But which of them finally ends up with Laura? Find out in this thrilling book.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

"There's a foreign object lodged in the patient's lower region. Due to the unique circumstances, we need the patient's next of kin to sign the consent form for an extraction procedure." My body stiffens when I see the name on the consent form. "I'm Renee Becker's next of kin." It's Liam Cassidy who says that. He's the first love of my wife, Renee Becker, who has been away for a month, claiming she's off on a business trip. Liam doesn't recognize me. He takes the pen and signs the consent form. In the section to mark his relationship to the patient, he writes the word "husband". After passing the pen back to me, he grips my hand tightly and beseeches me, "Doctor, you must do everything you can to help her. She's carrying my baby." As I wrench my hand back from him, my wedding ring slips off and falls onto the floor.