Cutting Teeth Novels & Stories

In a bid to assess rare resources, our expedition team ventures into an uninhabited desert, only to be suddenly faced with a heat wave that reaches 158 degrees Fahrenheit. Becoming so dehydrated that I'm close to fainting, I hurriedly open my backpack to dig out the electrolyte drink I prepared beforehand. The bottle is already about to touch my lips when I realize it's half filled with urine. I turn my head, just in time to see my husband's childhood sweetheart guzzling the electrolyte drink. Just as I'm about to lose my temper, my husband yanks on my sleeve. "Don't be mad. I was the one who gave your electrolyte drink to Maddy because she's nearly dehydrated. In the meantime, you'd better just make do and drink this, okay?" By then, black spots are dancing in my vision. Squeezing the bottle of urine, I hiss through gritted teeth, "I'm already dehydrated, but instead of letting me rehydrate quickly, you're telling me to drink this. Are you trying to kill me?" Immediately, a displeased look crosses his face. "Stop talking nonsense. Maddy isn't like you and doesn't train her body every day. She absolutely can't handle such high temperatures. Isn't it only right that she gets the electrolyte drink? "Besides, urine can rehydrate you, too. Why are you still making a fuss at this point?" Realizing that he cannot be reasoned with, I decide to send out a distress signal and seek help before I fully lose consciousness. "Severely dehydrated and near death. Expedition operations suspended. Immediate rescue required. Also reporting the presence of a robber within the team—please contact authorities as soon as possible."

(Previously called His Own Undoing) "You really think I'm playing around?" He grounds out me through gritted teeth and he takes a step closer and I begin to move back. "I gave you a strict instruction and you disobeyed, you chose to rebel." There is about one zillion comeback running through my head, but my brain only focuses on the man whose green eyes has somehow turn into black because he's mad at me. "Do you know what happens to rebellious people?" I keep moving back until my back hit the wall and I hiss out in frustration. I swallow hard and try not to look at him, pissing him off would be a good thing when we aren't the only ones in the whole house. "Do you?!" He demands with a roar. "No, I don't. Tell me." I say, hiding the trembling of my voice as I look up at him. He takes a firm step close to stand intimately close to me, his height making me feel like a little child. "They get punished." And for the first time in the last five to six-minute, I see his green eyes instead of black ones looking into mine with lust and my brain go blank for a second and I have to shake it to restart it. Even I can't deny the intense feeling I have been having, I don't want to be in denial any more. I do want to be close to him and as much as it scares me, it draws me in to know more. "Then punish me." ***** The arrangement was, I get to meet her, propose to her, we get married as that would create a stronger bond between the two business associates, bringing us together as a family. Falling in love with her personal assistant was never part of the arrangement.

The masked stranger slammed into him with one devastating thrust, stretching Carter so perfectly he sobbed against the desk. “Fuck—yes, just like that!” he begged, hips slamming back as the masked alpha set a brutal rhythm, fisting his hair and stroking his cock in time. “Finally mine, after all this time,” the man growled, then sank razor-sharp teeth into his neck and pleasure exploded through him like lightning. Until the mask slipped and Dallas Cross, his childhood bully and bane of his existence, stared back with a vicious, satisfied smirk. On the day Carter was supposed to propose to the love of his life, Carter walked in to find her in bed with his mortal enemy, Dallas Cross, wealthy heir of the Cross Group global empire. One week later, a drunken club hookup leaves him marked, mated, and impossibly, pregnant with Dallas’s heir. The ruthless werewolf storms back into his life, demanding Carter pack his bags and move into the luxurious pack mansion to accept their unbreakable bond and carry his son… or watch his bankrupt family lose everything. Trapped between red-hot hate, an unexpected pregnancy, and the tiny life already growing inside him, Carter faces an impossible choice. His strict parents are pressuring him to forgive the cheating fiancée and save them from ruin. Meanwhile, Dallas’s possessive alpha instincts won’t let him go, blocking every escape, and whispering dark promises of protection, pleasure, and forever. With every heated glare turning into uncontrollable lust and every denial crumbling under the mate bond, Carter must decide: run from the enemy who destroyed him… or surrender completely to the powerful alpha who now owns his body, his heart, and his fate.

I entered into the room and shouted"out", everyone present in the room left except her. She got terrified seeing me like this. I banged the door behind me. She visibly jumped back from her place. I started to take steps towards her and she started moving backwards until her back touched the wall behind her. I snatched the dupatta (veil) which was adjusted on her shoulder."What-What ar-are you do- doing"she stammered and tried to move away from me. I got angary to see her in the slutty wedding dress which is given by that bastard. I grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards me. "What do you think, I will let you do whatever you want. Huh? "I asked her with gritted teeth and left her. She run towards the door and tried to open it. "What do you think? What they will think to see you without your dupatta in this slutty wedding dress of yours ? " I yelled. She didn't listened to me and run outside. Now I have to show everyone including her that she is mine, and what I am capable of doing. ______________This story is about Advay and Samaira.Aday is a successful and a very cold entrepreneur , but in a person he is very sweet and protective towards his loved ones. Ahh... as for the girls , he is a arrogant jerk with lots of attitude . He never pays attention to the girls who are the real definition of hotness, but as they say miracle happens, Advay gets attracted or we can say more then attracted to Samaira at the very first sight. whereas Samaira is naive and a very sweet girl , somehow knows that she is very fond of Advay's presence around her. Love will bloom when these two different souls meet.

 “Take me, please?” I shuddered as sweet relief flooded through me and ached for more.  “If you want me, you can have me, all of me, but you might not like what I ask in return.” He gritted teeth as if he was tested by his own self-control.  I could feel his struggle, judging by the tightening of his hard muscles pressed against my back.  He was rough tonight, as if he was here to punish me for being a very naughty girl. *** Outcast and wolfless Amelia Hayes has been bullied her whole life. Before turning eighteen, she survives the fire, and her handsome alpha, Ryden Braxton rejects and banishes her. Two years later, she returns beautiful and strong, but she also brings threats to the pack. While Ryden wants to claim her, she’s also mystified by her constant sensual dreams of a stranger.  With werewolves dying in mysterious deaths, she has to entrust her secret with her mate— the power of fire within her that can cause more destruction than salvation. When her past which she has no memory of, pulls forward to her present, she becomes so drawn to a dangerous Alpha King Lucius with a primal instinct to claim her— the very same man in her dreams. After too many betrayals in his pack, Ryden has to work with his ruthless rival to protect his mate against their formidable foe.  Lucius has waited too long to reunite with Amelia but has to put his anger aside to get his revenge against the being who killed his wife and his entire pack twenty years ago. With Amelia still bound to her past and present, will she choose between the two alphas who equally love her, or choose the one that sacrifices a lot for her to live?

Three teenage girls tricked a waiter and hid in a presidential room to escape from two men. .... Two men walked to their presidential room when a waiter who came out from their room informed them that three hostesses were inside their room and claimed that they were invited by them. After informing them he left. Both friends became suspicious because they didn't have habits to invite hostesses. They both entered and searched all over the room but they couldn't find those hostesses. When they about the gave up they found them hiding behind the curtain. They were surprised to see them because two of them girls fooled them a day ago and ran away from them. Now it's their turned to take revenge on them, one of them took out his gun and pointed towards them and wanted to scare them. But... One of the girls was so scared that she pissed on the man's shoes. Seeing it, the man started disgustingly stomping his feet, one girl took advantage of the opportunity, she kicked on his and threw his gun away. And started running from there. But one man caught her and they started fighting while another man chased after two girls. As he grabbed one girl, her friend pounced on his back and locked her legs around his waist, with one hand she grabbed his hair and with the other hand his nose and then started pulling and twisting it. When he tried to pull her down, her friend jumped and hanged on his arm, then dug her sharp teeth on his palm. She felt his blood all over her mouth. The man screamed and his voice echoed in the presidential suite. What a shame... They all are protagonists. But who will win, men or girls?

I ran my fingers over the bite mark on my neck, the one that still ached faintly. “Julian, let's sever the bond.” He pressed a hand down on my shoulder, the fire in his eyes almost spilling over. “Seraphina Hale, what are you throwing a fit about now? I only felt sorry for Daisy, so I kept her company for one night.” “That hurts.” His hand loosened on reflex, and I shook myself free of him. Ever since Daisy's engagement was broken off and she came back to the pack, Julian's heart hadn't belonged to me. One frown from Daisy and he'd be so anxious he could barely hold himself together. “Julian, you don't love me at all.” I looked at him, steady, but he only turned angry. “Seraphina Hale, you think you could even stay alive without me?” Three years together, and he had spent every one of them looking down at me from somewhere far above. All because I'd been struck by the wolfsbane curse, and every full moon I needed him to sink his teeth into my neck and hold me through the night. Otherwise the pain would drag me down until I blacked out. But I had never once said he was my only choice. I opened my contacts and tapped the name of the one person who reached out to me every single year without fail. [I'm willing to let you mark me.] The reply came back in a heartbeat. [I'm coming for you.] Julian's three years were already behind me.

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall. "Let go of me!" I gritted. "If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe. "I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly. I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist. "You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin. I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it. "Dante let go of me!" I seethed. Slowly, his head ascended from my neck and faced me. He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up on his face. * * * * * * Love. Crime. Passion. Strong female lead Alina Fedorov, the vibrant and daring daughter to the Don of the Russian mafia is forcefully put into marriage against her wishes by her father. And her groom is no other than the feared Dante Morelli, the ruthless capo dei capi of the most powerful and dangerous italian-american mafia. He has his base running all through Europe and America with myriads of capos and underbossess at his beck and call. Running his underworld without a heart, he is quick to do away with any one who goes against his orders and his years of training has him equipped for a dangerous life of crime. But none of that will matter when he meets the impulsive and independent Alina Federov. Can love ever blossom between the two especially as Dante craves revenge on Alina for the sins of her father? Or will Alina be able to break down his walls of coldness and have him on his knees for her?

My words can kill. Whatever I say comes true. When I was eight, my cruel adoptive father kicked me into an icy river. I glared at him and said furiously, "You'll drown if you go into water." The next day, he drowned in a stinking ditch where the water barely reached his knees. After realizing I could really kill people, I was so scared I stopped talking and became a mute. A year ago, I was taken back to the Shaw family. In order to stay with the family that I'd finally found after all these years, I absolutely refused to speak. But one day, after Jackie Shaw took a sip of the drink I brought him, he suddenly convulsed and fell to the floor, his face turning purple. A maid screamed in terror, "There's peanut powder in the drink!" Before I could even say anything, my twin sister, Violet, kicked the coffee table, grabbed my hair, and pressed me down hard onto the broken glass shards. "You know Jackie is severely allergic to peanuts! How could you poison him?!" After Mom gave Jackie an emergency injection, she turned around and slapped me hard. "I can't believe I gave birth to a malicious monster like you!" Dad's face was ashen. He splashed boiling tea all over me. "You heartless, vicious ingrate! I can't believe you tried to kill Jackie out of jealousy!" Boiling water mixed with blood dripped down my face, and I clenched my teeth tightly. They had no idea that if I truly wanted him dead, I wouldn't even need to poison him. I just had to speak. Like this. I slowly looked up at Jackie, and my lips moved...

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.