Regular Show Temp Check Novels & Stories

Annabella is just a regular omega and Alonso is the Alpha’s son who lost his ability to walk many years ago. What would happen when date brings them together and shows them who they truly are. The Broken Alpha

When issabella is recruited by the American government for and undercover mission to stop a string of high profile kidnappings. She thought it would be a regular mission, but nothing about this mission is ordinary and add an old flame into the mix and her life just got ten times harder.

I accidentally hit my head in the shower. To my surprise, I find that I can hear my aloof housemate's thoughts. "Damn, he's got perky buns." I think of him as a regular housemate, but he wants to sleep with me?

**NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGE** If you are not into Adult and Mature Romance/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book. Here you will get to read Amazing Short Stories and New Series Every Month and Week. There are some such secret moments in everyone's life that if someone comes to know, it can embarrass them, or else can excite them. Secretly you wish to relive these guilty and sweet memories again and again. So let me share some similar secret and exciting moments and such short stories with you guys that make your heartthrob and curl your toes in excitement. Let get lost in the world of Forbidden Love Stories. Check My 2nd Book: Lustful Hearts Check My 3rd Book: She's Taken Away

They killed her family. They forgot to check the wardrobe. Fifteen years later, she's inside their empire—and they invited her in themselves. The Salvatores don't make mistakes. Except once. #CrimsonPen

I went to try on my wedding gown with Lorenzo—my fiancé, the Don of the Morretti family. My younger sister, Serafina, begged to come along. I stepped out from behind the velvet curtain. There she was, pinning a brooch to his lapel. I opened my mouth to say, “Let me do that,” but the photographer had already turned to her with a grin. “Newlyweds, look this way.” They both turned. The camera clicked twice, and the photographer brushed past me. Ninety-nine shots. Every single one of Serafina and Lorenzo. Not one of me—the actual bride. I stood there, hollow. When we were children, they always played bride and groom. I clapped on cue. When we grew up, they sat at the head of family councils; I made their coffee and kept the kitchen running. “Vittoria, hand me the veil.” Lorenzo saw I hadn’t moved, walked over, and gently pulled the tulle from my stiff fingers. “Why are you standing there like that? Go check the seating chart with the butler. I’ll join you after we finish Serafina’s shots.” The photographer lifted one eye from behind his camera. “Miss Vittoria, would you step back a little? You’re blocking the light.” I stepped all the way back to the heavy drapes by the window. And right there, it hit me—how absurd this all was. If this political marriage didn’t actually need me, then I didn’t need to show up for it either.

I've been in a secret relationship with Declan Gibson for five years, and I've tried to seduce him more times than I can count. Yet, when I stand in front of him in my birthday suit and a pair of bunny ears, all he does is worry that I'll catch a cold and wrap me in a blanket. I used to think his restraint came from being the mafia don, that he was saving our first time for our wedding night. However, one month before the ceremony, he secretly plans the city's grandest fireworks show to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday. They hug and share a slice of cake in public. That night, they check into a hotel. … The next morning, I watch them leave together. That's when I realize Declan is not restrained. He just doesn't love me, so I walk out of the hotel. I call my parents. "Dad, I've broken up with Declan. I'll marry into the Sullivan family as planned." My father is stunned. "I thought you were madly in love with Declan. Why did you break up? I heard Bryson can't have children. You've always loved kids. What will you do once you marry him?" "It's fine," I reply, disheartened. "We can always adopt."

I'm just a regular human being, and yet I've ended up signing a soul-bond contract with Erik Pendragon, the Frost Dragon King. Due to my lowly status, Erik refuses to let me attend the festival that we're supposed to show up at. So far, I've organized 18 grand festivals for Erik, and yet I'm forced to hide in the shadows. But somehow, Erik agrees to let me attend the 19th festival as the Dragon Queen. Of course, I'm excited to no end. I even go to great lengths to doll myself up, only to see Erik holding hands with another human woman named Clara Beech. The memory montage, which I've put hard work into making, has been replaced by a lovey-dovey montage featuring Erik and Clara. After Erik slips the ring that symbolizes the Dragon Queen's status onto Clara's finger, he turns to look at me in disdain. "Our Dragon Queen needs to be acknowledged by everyone in the clan. It's not like you have an official title anyway, Aurora. To top it off, Clara had received everyone's acknowledgement far earlier than you, too. From today onward, she shall replace you as the Dragon Queen." All the dragons in the lobby are waiting to watch me go ballistic before descending into hysterics. But I'm not mad in the slightest. In fact, I feel a little relieved. After all, there are three days left before my three-year contract with Erik gets dissolved.

After loosing her mother to a traumatic incident, Alexa drifts from the regular high school perfectionist into a sassy extremist. Battling to keep her life on track while dealing with an ignorant father, working par-time shifts on multiple jobs and slowly finds herself falling for someone she should never fall for.

{ Eros } I knew Saint Claude was hiding something the second I locked eyes with him, but I never imagined it could be this: supernatural powers and the ability to shift into a huge wolf that likes to cuddle me. Being born into the mafia world made me paranoid, anxious and clingy. So, having a ‘fated mate’ who is stronger than regular men, can run faster than regular men, can heal a bullet wound in a matter of minutes and who was born to literally only ever love me… that’s exactly what I needed. Someone who is obsessed with me to an unhealthy degree and who will never ever die on me. Even if Saint refuses to accept me as a mate because I’m a man. Even if he ONLY likes me when his wolf presence is out. Even if he says he hates me and he keeps repeating he is NOT gay. That werewolf is fucking mine and I’m keeping him by my side forever. On a leash if I have to.