Forced Proximity Ideas Novels & Stories

A car accident left Dawson Mercer blind. For their true heiress' happiness, the Turners forced forced their adopted daughter, Lorraine, to marry him in her sister's place. Rumored had it that she was unremarkable and illiterate. But three days in, she cured his blindness. Soon, she won his heart, built a renowned clinic, and became so sought-after that even her husband had to book an appointment just to see her...

She was forced to leave her home, her husband and her love. She was forced to become a servant of the gods, because her womb had refused to stop giving birth to twin babies. But now, the very thing that drove her from her home, has become the very thing that is putting a smile on her face. The Battle line has been drawn, she must save every twin baby or guilt will drive her into insanity.

"Let me go," She said, twisting her arm, trying to wriggle out of his brutal hold. His proximity had her heart jackhammering in her ears as tears threatened to spill out. The beast of a man roughly turned her around before grabbing her delicate throat in his big veiny hand as he yanked her to him. His tan skin contrasted against her snow one as his thumb stroked the soft flesh of her swan-like neck. Her toes were barely touching the ground as she stared petrified at the man hovering over her seemingly deranged. His hot breath caressed her face and had chills running down her spine. He looked possessed. "You're mine, f*cking MINE!" He seethed a low rumble as she flinched away. His amber rims were blazing pits as they gazed at her with an unadulterated ferocity. Her chin wobbled and her plump lips trembled as the girl shook her head trying to get away from him and her struggles grew frantic. She was so scared. His jaw clenched and his nose flared in rage. "So you won't listen, huh." He rasped in a low snarl before letting her go. She took three steps away from him, clutching her hands on her chest. Her whole body trembled wildly as she saw him locking the door before he faced her while unbuttoning his shirt and her heart dropped down into the depths of utter terror, she shook her head involuntarily. "Strip, little tigress. Strip for me." He gritted viciously causing her heart to lurch to her mouth.

Damilola had all his eyes and mind on Funmilola, but he was forced to choose Adefunke as his bride because of his father's selfish Interest, Damilola finds himself In a love triangle Issues, while Damilola was forced to get married to Adefunke, Funmilola steps aside watching, but she was facing a lot of humiliation, Intimidation, and threat from both the parents of Damilola and Adefunke, let's read on and knows what later happened.

She was publicly rejected, hunted down, left to die. He’s the untouchable Alpha King who claims her anyway. But he has lots of enemies. Synopsis Mira Locke experiences the ultimate humiliation. Her fated mate, Jax, rejects her in front of the whole pack at the Shadow Bridge Bonding Ceremony. While still heartbroken, she escapes an assassination attempt and leave for Lunar Veil. For Jax, rejecting Mira isn't enough. He wants her eliminated, so he sends bounty hunters after her. One rain-soaked night, with hunters chasing, Mira falls into the arms of Darius Kane, the powerful Alpha King of Lunar Veil, who is fighting to keep his throne against three rival packs. The second their skin touches, the mate bond snaps into place. Darius saves Mira and takes her to his castle where he announces Mira as his Luna. After the devastating heartbreak she suffered from Jax, Mira's heart is closed to love. Darius himself has too much on his plate to bother about romance. His pack is threatened from many sides, and there are even enemies within the ranks. Yet, their proximity increases the chemistry between them. With so much chaos around them, they find peace in each other's company. A plague happens befalls Lunar Veil. The pack's seer reveals Mira carries cursed blood, and the plague is happening because of her. The seer reveals this is the reason Mira's first fated mate rejected her and tried to kill her. The plague will worse if she is not banished. Darius has to choose between the pack he has bled and sweated to sustain and his growing love for Mira.

Th‍e⁠ir marriage was a transaction.⁠ Th‍eir war was p‍e‌rsonal. T⁠hei‌r pas‌sion was unforeseen. Elara Vega is an⁠ artist whose life i‌s p‌ainted in bold⁠, rebellio‌us colors. When a devastating betrayal by he‌r‍ own family threa‍tens to de⁠stroy everything‍ her⁠ father built, she is‌ given a brut⁠al ch‍oice: sell her‌ freedom to save his le⁠gacy. ⁠Kaelan Sterling is a billionaire fortress of ice and ambit‍ion. To secu⁠re a cruc‌ial merger and shield his empire from a l‌urking threat, he needs‍ one thing: the per⁠fect, unto⁠uchable wife. He doesn't want lo‌ve; he wants a business‍ pa‍rtner. Bound by a cold, clinical contract, they a⁠re‌ enemies from‍ the start. He sees her as a chaotic liability. She sees him as a heartless tycoon. Their for‌ced proximity is a battle of‌ will‍s, fi⁠lled⁠ with sha‌rp word‌s and eve‌n sharper attra‍ction. Bu‍t in t‍he gilded cag⁠es of penthouses⁠ a‌nd high‌-society ga‍la⁠s, a dangerou‍s fire ignites. As a c‍ommon en‍emy closes in, their fa⁠ke r⁠elationship begins to feel terrifyingly real. The lines between strategy and surrender b‍lur. But when hi‍dden truths surface and old‍ wounds are ripped open, their fragile trus⁠t shatt⁠ers. Now, El⁠ara must‌ decide if the man behind th‍e fortune‌ i‍s worth the ultimate risk, and Kaelan must learn that some bonds are too powerful to be broken-even by a billion-dollar contract.

Charlie Wayne’s life is perfect. Or it was. As a VP who commands boardrooms and a playboy who elegantly ends every date at his door by 3 AM, Charlie’s world is built on control. But lately, his system has a glitch. A streak of bizarre, comically bad luck—flat tires at dawn, mysterious fire alarms, untimely food poisoning—keeps derailing his plans. His flawless exit strategy is in shambles. Carly Dorrington’s life is a lie. But a necessary one. After a blowout fight with her father over their family companies’ merger, Carly needs a place to stay. Where better than with her childhood best friend, Charlie? It’s just temporary. Just two best friends sharing a space. It has nothing to do with the two decades she’s spent loving him from the sidelines, or the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, proximity will make the world’s most oblivious man finally see her. Now, under his roof, the "coincidences" multiply. Charlie’s chaotic love life grinds to a halt just as Carly’s presence becomes a permanent, comforting fixture. His sacred rules don’t seem to apply to her. His peaceful solitude feels warmer with her in it. As the lines of their friendship blur, Charlie is left to wonder: Is Carly the calm in the center of his storm… or is she the one who’s been stirring it up all along? Note: This is a slow-burn, dual-POV story about best friends, blurred lines, and the long game. If you find yourself wondering"where is this going?" in the early chapters... keep reading. Everything becomes clear in Chapter 4. The foundation is being laid for a reason. Thank you for trusting the process.

Kylie Shell,a 24 years old CEO of Shell Design is forced into a marriage all planned by her mother. She's in love with Rex Monroe but with certain circumstances she obliged to her mother's demand promising herself to hate her husband Leonard Michaelson. Leonard Michaelson,a billionaire with the body of a demigod hates the idea of marriage but when he's forced to give into marrying Kylie Shell,he finds himself falling for her first.

In a world were arranged marriages are the norm for werewolves of Royal blood, a strong and independent werewolf, Imelda, is forced into a situation she never envisoned. Rejected by her fated mate, she is forced into a marriage with the werewolf Prince in the stead of her sister. As drama unfolds between Imelda and the Prince who hated her, nature decides to give her life another twist and presents her a second chance mate, Alvarez, the Rogue King. Torn between two wolves, a Royal Prince who is her betrothed and a Rogue King who is her true mate; she is forced to pick where her loyalty lies. Should she stick with the heartless Prince who despises her and allow herself to be ridden by the cultures of the land? Or should she go for the Rogue King who is ready to fight for her cause? Find out in this thrilling tale of a kick-ass heroine, werewolf politics and the power of love.

During the holidays, my husband, Andrew Hartwell, flakes out on the vacation trip we've planned in advance once again. He has to go on a business trip in another state at the very last minute. But the next moment I know, I stumble upon a social media post uploaded by his assistant, Chloe Miller, that features a photo of them lying on the beach side by side while sunbathing. The caption reads, "Mr. Hartwell watched the moon with me last month, and he's now watching the sea with me on this vacation. Everyone, please help me brainstorm which location he'll have to take me during the next holiday! P.S. That location has to be super pretty for photo-taking sessions. After all, Mr. Hartwell looks super handsome in the photos!" Everyone begins throwing out ideas and suggestions in the comment section. I pause for two seconds before leaving behind a comment calmly. "Why not the city hall? Not only is it a nice place, but you two can also receive a marriage certificate of your own." The colleagues, who know about my marriage with Andrew, are stunned, to say the least. Soon, they quickly text each other and start harboring guesses on the way I'm about to get jealous and start a fight with Andrew. Meanwhile, Andrew is quick to call me on the phone impatiently. "Why are you this petty? What's wrong with me sunbathing with Chloe? Can't I take a break on my business trip? "So what if I skip out on spending time with you? Must you kick up such a ruckus? I want you to delete your comment right now! Otherwise, others might view Chloe differently! "Besides, we're already married! There are so many holidays in the future. I'll just spend time with you on the next one!" As I listen to Andrew's stale excuse, I can't help but scoff. There's no more next time. Once the holiday is over, we'll have already received our divorce decree.