Sit Hug Novels & Stories

On the way home after registering our marriage, Ian Colson speaks up all of a sudden. "I've been cheating on you." He points at the front passenger seat that I'm sitting on with a cruel smirk on his face. "Yesterday, she sat right here while kissing me. She was wearing such a sexy outfit, too. I couldn't resist her, so I slept with her in the end." This is the second time I've gotten betrayed. I can only sit there, completely thunderstruck. Pain overwhelms me to the point that I can't even utter a sound. But Ian keeps reminiscing about the affair longingly. "I can understand why Jake did it. Jessica really is more charming compared to you." Jake Quill is my ex-husband, whereas Jessica Hore used to be my best friend. Five years ago, I had caught both of them in bed. When I was on the brink of despair, Ian had shown up and saved my life. But now, he has betrayed me for the same woman as well.

[How do you avoid the darkly handsome Beta that wants to... eat you?] Camilla: I was sent to Alpha Jackal’s mansion to pay off my foster parent’s debt. It wasn’t something I feared until I learned that Rin, the pack's Beta, is a powerful demon. Now I'm stuck under the same roof as Rin, and there is no chance of avoiding him. I wish I could. Why? Because a demon murdered my parents in cold blood. I fear Rin. Demons are monstrous, which is why it must be one of life's cruel jokes to have inserted Rin into my life. Rin: I should stay away from the new housekeeper, but how could I possibly keep away from the seductive she-wolf? She is gorgeous, and my Alpha would punish me if he knew badly I wanted her to sit on my face, squirming and moaning my name. He can never know the truth, especially not since he seems interested in her too.

On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before. Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise. This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it. Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms. At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it. In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess. The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery." I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies. If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.

“Did you say, sick?” He whispered. “I got an erection spilling their blood. My claws, my fangs…they want something to dig into. Flesh to rip apart. I got that in abundance, hence my drastic change in appearance, little ember. But your wet cunt smells even better than their blood.” I was so shocked, I gasped his name, “Arien!” His actual name. ——— Naida Ashryver’s life grew complicated when she was caught in the throes of a murder she was innocent of, rendering her a fugitive. A sinister occurrence that was tied to dramatic revelations had her questioning her identity, leading her right into the web of Eldarien Ravthorn, the Alpha King, whom she couldn't resist. Little did she know that their union had been ordained but the enemies lurking in the shadows would not sit back and watch her get her happy ending. Warning: This is an 🔞 werewolf romance with elements of violence, gore, and occasional dark themes. Surprisingly, it also has its fluffy moments. Proceed with caution! Originally titled Twisted Flames.

"Find that woman and kill her immediately! Don't let the FBI get her first!" Arash Dilaver became a target of the Turkish FBI after information about his organisation's crimes was leaked. One of these crimes was the murder of the mayoral candidate of Izmir, Turkey—Ekram Aldof. On the other hand, Arash is also aggressively searching for the nephew of the mayor he is going to kill, because rumours say that the nephew, named Shahnas, holds documents about his organisation. Worried that they will fall into the hands of the FBI, Arash does not sit idly by and continues to search for the woman based on the last photo taken when she came to the parliament building and demanded her inheritance rights from her uncle. In the midst of his search, Arash accidentally meets a veiled woman he knows as Mazaya. The woman, who is skilled in martial arts, helped him and seemed very mysterious, and one of them was reluctant to meet strangers. This made Arash curious, and he tried to approach Mazaya while searching for Shahnas. *** Can Arash find Shahnaz? And also get close to Mazaya, the mysterious woman?

With tears in his eyes, he had left her on the day he had planned to officially announce that she was his due to her father's hurtful words. For six years he remained hidden in a different region and toiled day and night just to prove that he wasn't a failure as they seem him to be and to also prove that an orphan can make it big and take what he desires. They call him the great fierce god of war due to the wars he fought over the years and the numerous awards he attained. He's back now to take what rightfully belongs to him but will she accept him back? What will he come as? Will he come in all his glory? Will it be easy for him to get back what he left for six good years? What if she now belongs to another? All this and many more will be answered in this romance-filled novel. Are we excited and interested in this ride as much as I am? I know we are. Sit back, grab your popcorn and join me as we go through this sweet suspense-filled ride.

In order to take care of my wife, Mildred Dale, who kept going into lunatic episodes thanks to the side effects of a car crash, I spent all of my assets and ten years of my life taking care of her. Whenever Mildred went into an episode, she'd hurl everything she could get her hands on at me. At the same time, she'd scratch every inch of my body with her nails. But when she sobered up, she'd hug me while wailing at the top of her lungs. All of my friends advised me to file for a divorce, yet I'd always remember the fact that Mildred had pushed me from the incoming car and hit her head, resulting in her current condition. But everything changed when Mildred beat me up to the point that I sustained grievous injuries. Heck, my soul was already floating near the ceiling at that time. That was when I saw Mildred arranging her childhood friend Hank Weaver's collar carefully. "Why are you crying? He's already dead. Shouldn't we celebrate this occasion instead? "But my heart breaks for you, Mildred. You've pretended to be a lunatic for ten whole years just to swindle every cent out of his account!" Mildred kissed Hank on the lips. Then, she uttered icily, "I've been enduring that cowardly fool for ten long years. Now, I no longer have to be with him." It turns out that Mildred and Hank had painstakingly staged the car accident just so they could put on such a perfect act. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Mildred is diagnosed with mental health issues.

Finn shook his head and handed me an envelope. "You have to leave. Right now." "What do you mean? Leave where? I can't leave this room; Jordan said he'd drag me back here." Finn cursed, "Leave this fucking pack. Go live with the humans. Anywhere. Don't tell me where. Just leave. Life will only get worse, Izzy. Jordan is not a good guy." "But mom and dad, and you..." Finn gave me a hug, "I know it's scary, and I'm sorry. But I just know that if you stay here, one day he'll kill you. If he can do this to you in the packhouse filled with people, imagine what he'll do once it's just you and him living here. Once he's alpha, he'll get to do whatever he wants. Jordan has always hated that prophecy for some reason. I don't have time to explain, but you need to go."  - - - Izzy leaves her pack, knowing she's going against the prophecy that was given to her at birth by the oracle. One day Izzy is supposed to become the Luna, but she hates the idea of sharing a life with the future Alpha Jordan.  Izzy runs away to a human town, where she lives in a cheap motel, pretending to be human. This is where she meets Orion. They have an instant connection, but Orion has a secret of his own. He has spent years in prison and a mental hospital after having a psychosis and hearing a voice in his hand, claiming he's a werewolf.  What will happen once Orion realizes he's not crazy? And will Jordan and his pack ever stop looking for his prophesied Luna?

He was a Vampire Prince running from his fate. He just wanted to hide… Until he pissed off the wrong Alpha. Blue Creek Town was supposed to be safe ground, neutral territory, a quiet escape for Liam Virell, the last heir of a powerful vampire bloodline hiding from a ruthless coven and a forced mating bond. Armed with masking powder and sharp sarcasm, Liam just wants to survive high school with his secret intact. But secrets don’t sit well with wolves. Especially not with Noah Silvan, the future Alpha of the strongest werewolf pack in town, dominant, dangerous, and absolutely infuriated by the strange, silver-haired transfer boy who refuses to submit. What begins as rivalry turns into a dangerous obsession neither of them understands. And stuck between them is Sylva, Noah’s loyal Beta and best friend, harboring feelings and desires he thinks are forbidden. As bloodlines tangle, instincts flare, and hidden enemies come to light. one thing becomes clear: In Bluecreek, nothing stays hidden forever. Not even the deepest desires. And Liam? He's not the only one with something to lose.

Ever since my wife had that oversized custom sofa delivered, she'd been sleeping in the living room every night. Whenever I tried to bring her back to the bedroom, she brushed me off with the same excuse—she was tired. Sometimes, she even locked the bedroom door from the outside. I would hear muffled, muffled sounds coming from the living room late into the night. The door wouldn't open again until the next morning. I couldn't take it anymore. The day she gave birth, she had just been wheeled out of the delivery room, still lying on the hospital bed, too weak to even sit up. I refused to hold the baby. Instead, I told her I wanted a divorce. Her eyes turned red as she stared at me. "Just because I've been sleeping on the couch every night, you're divorcing me, right after I give birth to our child?" I didn't hesitate. "Yeah."