Feminine Titles Novels & Stories

As the Mafia Princess of her familia, Eleanor is more than ready to secure her family’s future through her marriage with another Mafia don's son. But right before her engagement party, Eleanor catches her fiancé cheating and claiming she “lacks feminine charm.” Heartbroken and furious, Eleanor ends up seeking comfort in the arms of the bodyguard who punches her fiance to the ground that night. The next day, Eleanor is determined to break off the engagement and reclaim her life, but her powerful mafia father has other plans. To keep Eleanor in line, her father assigns a bodyguard to shadow her every move. A bodyguard who turns out to be the man she spent the reckless, unforgettable nigh

Guns, katanas, arrows, bows, bullets, and strings were her ideal instrument of choice. While the youth her age was in a classroom studying, she was busy raising a child and training to be an assassin. Albeit having it rough almost all her life, she was a cheerful secretary to one of the most eligible bachelor CEO in town by day and a deadly assassin by night. Things were going smoothly for a while until she fell for the CEO. Xander was a man known for his charm and his wealth. Women loved his physique and wealth. Men were jealous of his gains in life. ................ Gunshots rang in the once peacefully chaotic room: A tremendous change from the blazing and super hype partying atmosp

You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You

Amara Larkspur and I have been dating for seven years. But she claims that she's sick of me, so she quickly finds herself a younger lover. I don't kick up a fuss at all. All I do is throw away the engagement ring and take down the decorations of the proposal venue. After that, I leave the city where I got my heart broken. All of Amara's friends keep speculating just how long it'll take me to crawl back to her this time. After all, everyone thinks of me as her ultimate simp. However, this time, I never return to her side. Amara finally panics and calls my number. "Ryan Crawford, if you don't return to me right now, we'll break up for real!" But all she hears is a feminine voice that lets

Three years since her wedding day Vanessa remains a virgin. When her sickly husband the Duke of Tarrick demands she produce an heir with a man of his choosing she is horrified. To refuse leaves her penniless and alone for when the cruel Duke dies his estate passes elsewhere. Vanessa’s choices are narrowing every day. To submit to his demand would see her honour surrendered to new stablehand Fitz. His sparkling green eyes might match her husbands, but his cocky, arrogant attitude riles her. He sees no value in her titles and riches, seeking only to enjoy lifes opportunities. Including sleeping with a famous Duchess. The added risk of snooping servants and family scandal suggests Van

My landlady, Irene Hogan, is a divorced woman who still oozes sex appeal for someone her age. Her daughter, Meredith Lowe, is extremely blessed when it comes to her feminine assets. We live under the same roof. One stormy night, as I lie in my bed, I take out the pair of pink panties belonging to Meredith so that I can have fun jerking off to it. To my shock, Meredith opens the door to my room immediately. She just stares at me while clad in a pair of thin pajamas. For a moment, I'm shocked beyond my wits, thinking that Meredith has caught me red-handed for stealing her panties. But she tells me, "Mr. Melton, the storm is really scary tonight. My mom's not home at the moment, so can I sp

“My final act as Alpha is as follows. All omegas shall be sold off as slaves to other alphas as requested by the Lycan King himself.” My mouth falls open. How could he just sell off half of his pack? Someone grabbed my neck, causing me to scream in pain. “That includes you Jocelyn Hallows. You are no longer the adopted daughter of myself and my Luna. You have wrongfully harmed the new Luna many times and for this, I strip you of all titles, making you again an omega and, therefore, will be sold off as a slave.” His words were harsh and I could not understand them. A single tear fall from my mother’s eyes as I looked at her, she turned her head and walked out of the office as the man who I t

Zitrey d' Nightroad is a former assassin known as ‘Crimson Blade of the Dark Moon’. To protect herself from people that want to take her life, she pretends to be a man and live as Benedict's son. Though living peacefully as a normal student at Lumiere Academy and receiving full of care and love from her new family. She still can't forget the burning hatred she has for the man who killed her mother. All this time, she has only one goal in mind to search for her mother’s murderer and to have her vengeance!Unexpectedly, who would have thought that in her journey of seeking revenged, things happened? A person who is cold and feared by everyone could attract into this idiotic and feminine Nathan

In a world where traditional roles are shattered, meet the enigmatic pair—Alpha and Omega. The Omega defies the stereotype of weakness, while the Alpha discovers he's not as omnipotent as he once believed. Forget about white fur, black fur, or any fantastical notions. In this reality, she doesn't cook, he does, and they both possess an unexpected allure that transcends the ordinary. There are no damsels in distress here, and crowns like "Alpha King," "Red Alpha," or other such titles are merely empty words. She's a rogue, and he's an alpha, but fate has a way of twisting expectations. Bonds form and bonds break, but who said they were meant for each other? Mates may come an

On Valentine's Day, I wait for my wife, Nancy Curtis, to get off work after preparing a candlelit dinner for our date. But she only texts me at 9:00 pm. "I have something going on at the company. There's no need to wait for me." Soon, I see a Facebook post made by Nancy's secretary, Derek Jones. "I'm on a business trip with my female boss on Valentine's Day. The thing is, the hotel's fully booked. Oops, this is getting awkward…" The photo in the post features a feminine silhouette standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window while draped in a bathrobe. Everyone in the comment section compliments Derek for being lucky, seeing as the boss of his has a smoking hot figure and is extremel