Only One Bed Trope Novels & Stories

Seven months to live. A fortune worth killing for. And one mistake that binds her to the most dangerous man she’s ever met. Freya Taylor was dying when she gave her heart, and nearly her empire, to the man she loved. Betrayed, humiliated, and discarded, she decided to spend what little time she had left tasting freedom… and sin. One reckless night. One paid stranger. One unforgettable surrender leads right into the trap of Atlas Cade. A Cold, powerful, untouchable billionaire who doesn’t chase. When Freya runs, Atlas hunts and when he catches her, he gives her an ultimatum. Three months with him or her father's empire vanishes into thin air.

"Wolfless and as useless as a human" are the words Victoria has grown up hearing. At twenty years old, she has been ridiculed for nearly a decade by her family who constantly remind her that she is worthless and undeserving of love. When her mate, Alpha Damon, comes knocking, she is excited to leave and start a new life with him. However, she soon realizes that he is no different from the father she's grown up with. Desperate for a chance at true love and acceptance, she makes an escape and lands at a new pack. For the first time, her flaws are accepted and she encounters different people, including Alpha Brian who readily accepts her for who she is. When secrets and family legends start spilling forth, will Victoria be handle the heat and accept the other side of her? Or will she be broken down again and made to do the wish of others?

"N-No… Please, no… I can't fit in anything anymore…" I can only arch my hips up in the air on the hospital bed. My doctor is currently performing a check-up on me to find out the reason behind my intense lust. But he seems to be toying with my body. His palm keeps kneading my perky buttocks, and he even inserts a finger into my slit. The more I beg him to stop, the more excited he becomes. Unable to take it anymore, I turn back to look at him. Wait, that's not my doctor! Isn't that Eric Buckley, my college professor? The next thing I know, he thrusts into me heavily.

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially. "Sir, I guess we don't need to show up at your house anymore, right?" Kurt Saunders rubs his temples and replies, "Yup. Anna gave up her entire future for me. She even turned down an opportunity to study at Hefford just to help me pay off my debts." Before he even finishes, his childhood friend lets out a giggle. "Kurt, that's still not enough. You'll only know if she really doesn't mind being poor if she sticks around through a year of flipping burgers without any complaints." Kurt looks at her sly expression and lets out a helpless laugh. "Alright, we'll do it your way. One more year of pretending. Anna would never leave me anyway." I stand there, listening to the sound of my own heart shatter. Kurt, you think I'm giving up my future for you, but it's still mine, and I can take it back.

The day Bryson—the Harding heir—chose Talia Connell, the Connells' real daughter, I found out I was pregnant. For seven months, he went all out planning her dream wedding. Meanwhile, I fought through a brutal delivery and almost bled out bringing Kyle into the world. Then a breaking alert hit— [Harding Heir in Late-Night Street Racing Crash: Wife Critically Injured, Bryson Harding Permanently Loses Fertility] Scared he'd take Kyle from me, I stayed hidden for five years. Then came Bryson's mom's birthday banquet. I got pulled in as a server. Kyle was waiting in the lounge—until he bolted out and slammed straight into her. The whole room went dead quiet. Kyle looked just like Bryson as a kid. No question. Bryson shoved through the crowd, voice rough. "Kid... who are your parents?" Kyle froze, then broke down. "Mommy... I can't find Mommy. Her name is Joanna."

Synopsis Rose has nothing. Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain. Then four black cars block an empty road. The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars. But the real problem has green eyes. Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose. Her. She's mine. The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain. Because Rose isn't just an heiress. She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him. She just doesn't know it yet.

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

Gwen is a rogue who hates pack wolves. After her parents were brutally murdered by their pack for a crime they did not commit, Gwen has had nothing but hatred in her heart. On a night hunt, Gwen encounters the legendary rogue killer, Alpha Liam. A man who hates rogues with every fibre of his being. However, the moon goddess likes to play funny games. Liam and Gwen are mates. But this bond does not stop their hatred for each other. Liam takes her back to his pack, unable to leave her but hateful of her existence. He offers Gwen a deal. They would be mated for as long as it took for her to produce an heir. The rogue and alpha are dancing on the thin line between lust, love and hate. Can they pretend for long?

Queen was your typical teenager who ran away from home after a dispute she has with her family. Strapped to the slums with no relatives to depend on nor a place to live in, she finds her way into Bright's world and ends up getting employed as a housekeeper. She then lives her days working, until a spiteful event happens that has her witnessing a gruesome scene. Without knowing that she'll be dancing in the palm of her employer, Queen finds herself unable to escape her clutches. In an absurd love full of obsession and mischief, how could two women manage to fall in love and show their affection throughout the world?

WARNING: 95% Sex Content/1 She-Wolf Vs 5 Alphas Three years ago, my father betrayed my mother, shattering our lives and forcing us into exile. Now, at seventeen, everything is about to change. My mother has found a second chance—with none other than the famous Alpha Thomas Blackthorn of the powerful Blackridge Pack. She's ready to start over, and I have no choice but to follow her into this new world ruled by dominance, secrets, and desire. *** "I Promise," his voice scraped raw, "I won't fuck you. Not until your wolf wakes." His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, hooking under the lace of my panties. "But you'll help me before that." His body pinned me down, muscles taut, skin scorching. His knee wedged between them, forcing me open. Then his grip tightened, yanking my legs shut again— His cock, flushed and massive, pistoned through the tight clasp of my legs. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke, glistening, filthy. I snapped my eyes shut, but that only heightened everything else— The heat of him. The wet slap of skin. The way my body betrayed me, slick gathering where I shouldn't be wet, a traitorous throb building— Shame. Shame. Shame.