Hickey Bite Marks Novels & Stories

Rosalie Truscott's dreams of marrying for love are shattered when circumstances force her into an arranged marriage with Adrien Vasanten, the son of the country's wealthiest man. Resolute not to fall for a man she knows can never be truly hers, Rosalie's plans take an unexpected turn when she finds herself in love with Adrien, who despises her for separating him from her stepsister, the love of his life. Determined to conceal her true feelings, Rosalie faces heartbreak when Adrien serves her divorce papers. Vanishing from his life with a carefully guarded secret, she unexpectedly crosses paths with him again, and her concealed truth comes to light. Forced to confront buried emotions, Rosalie discovers Adrien seeks a fresh start. As they navigate this unexpected twist, Rosalie grapples with the question of whether to succumb to her feelings or if this marks the end of the road for both of them.

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.

Sophia was betrayed by her best friend and sold to a stranger's bed. She fled the next morning with red marks on her skin and her dignity lost. Three years later, she returns to Nightvale City with triplets. And she discovers the stranger she slept with was Leonardo Ferri—the wealthiest and most powerful man in the city, and her stepbrother. Leonardo is a cold-hearted CEO who swore never to love after watching his mother die from heartbreak when his father left her. He thought he hated children... until he met a two-year-old girl with pigtails at a mall. She smiled at him. He knelt down and said, "You look like someone I know." She grinned and said, "Surprising. You also look like my brothers." Now Sophia must do everything in her power to hide her children from Leonardo. Because if he finds out the truth, she's as good as dead.

Anaya has just lost her father. She is an helpless omega who is always bullied by her schoolmates before her father died, protecting the pack. In order to honor her father's sacrifice, the Alpha of the pack decides to take her into the pack house. Now, she shares the same house as Alpha Donald's three handsome sons; Darius, Duke and Dean, her biggest bullies! And their only shared goal is to make Anaya’s life miserable as hell. As if to make everything worse, Anaya finds out that not only one of them is her mate, but all three! Her life is about to take a drastic turn because of this, and now, Anaya will make the best of this situation and take charge of her life. But what happens when they all realize their feelings for her, realizing that Anaya can be claimed by the one who marks her first.

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.

I confirmed Vincent Lowe was cheating on me on the day of our third wedding anniversary. The dining table was filled with dishes, yet he barely touched his fork before heading out the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. His answer was unnervingly straightforward. "A friend's treating me to dinner. Cassidy Mason—you know her, right? It's a free meal. It'd be a waste not to accept." An hour later, however, I received a voice message from Cassidy. In the message, Vincent's voice was lighter and livelier—so different from how he ever sounded with me. "They say you should marry someone you can truly enjoy a meal with. I really regret meeting you so late. If only I had known you earlier, I would've married you instead." I listened in silence. Then, alone at the table, I finished every last bite of the meal I had prepared. Afterward, I left a divorce agreement behind.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

When Emily was young, she lost her mother to a werewolf bite, a traumatic event that stayed with her forever. Afterward, her father remarried, and her stepmother gave birth to a child. Emily was seen as weak, unable to assert herself, and decisions were often made for her. No one considered her a bold member of the family, nor did anyone expect her to defend herself, as her father blamed her for the death of his first wife. Despite remembering the event clearly, Emily remained composed and focused. One day, her father broke the news that she was to marry a man she had never met. Though she was initially unhappy, she gradually accepted the idea, hoping he would be kind and treat her well. She soon discovers her husband is a billionaire, the CEO of the wealthiest company in New York City, and an Alpha of a powerful werewolf clan—Alphas in search of their Lunas. When their paths cross, Emily must decide whether to face reality head-on or run away.

After being brutally dumped by her boyfriend Rafael, Lyra goes to an upscale bar to drown her sorrows. What she doesn't know is that her own sister, Cassandre, lured her there with a dark intention: to take advantage of her vulnerability to drug her with an aphrodisiac and then sell her to a pervert. Under the influence of the substance, Lyra completely loses control and spends an intense night with a stranger. In the early morning, overwhelmed by shame and confusion, she hurriedly leaves the room, leaving a 100-euro note and a note of defiance: "You are worth no more." But for Alexandre, CEO of a powerful group, that night marks a turning point. He is determined to find this young woman with the fiery gaze. However, on his quest, a car accident plunges him into amnesia. Two months later, barely recovered, he resumes the investigation and goes to the address he was searching for before the drama. There he meets Cassandre, who, without the slightest hesitation, impersonates her sister by claiming to be the mysterious one-night lover. But lies come at a price.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.