Size Difference Ao3 Novels & Stories

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

Even on my hundredth proposal, Isabelle Cole still turns me down. We've been together for seven years. For the previous 99 proposals, she said her childhood friend isn't married yet, and she can't bring herself to break the promise they've made. Staring at the ring in my hand, I finally can't hold it in anymore. "If Ronald never gets married, are you going to keep him company forever? What am I to you?" Isabelle's expression turns gloomy in an instant. She snatches the ring and throws it into the river. "Ron and I made a promise when we were kids that we'd get married at the same time. How can I just abandon him? "And besides, is that piece of paper really all that important, Lucas? We've been together for seven years. What difference would it even make?"

Right after I put the invoice of an eighty-thousand-dollar gold necklace into my bag, my Instagram went wild. A woman calling herself “Future In-law” showed a picture of a ring with a diamond the size of a pigeon egg. It was worth two million dollars. [It’s our first meeting, but my future in-law insisted on giving me this. I couldn’t say no.] The next second, the shop attendant handed me a receipt saying that I owed them two million dollars. “The lady from earlier charged you for her daughter’s two-million-dollar diamond ring. She said that you’re her future in-law, so you have to be nice to her too.” I scowled. “Do you have security footage? I’d like to find her.” The shop attendant shrugged and appeared dismissive. “Sorry, but the security camera broke down today. It’s written clearly on the receipt. You can’t refuse to pay.” Exasperated, I laughed, grabbed the unsigned receipt, and called the police. “Hello, officers. I just got scammed out of two million dollars at a jewelry shop.”

My name is Oliver Blaese. I have an IQ of 145, a hacker's instincts, a mouth I can’t keep shut, and a list of men who shouldn’t be allowed to keep breathing. The courts won’t touch them. The press won’t do their jobs. So I find a Russian mercenary the size of a small building who runs the most lethal black-ops team in the world, and I make him an offer. He says yes. He also says other things. "On your knees." "Mine." Things in Russian he doesn’t bother to translate, that I look up later while bleeding from a cut he’s put his mouth on. Things I shouldn’t enjoy as much as I do. By the time the world is paying attention, the Syndicate is hunting us, my MI6 mother knows exactly what I’ve been doing, and Kirill is the only person who knows where every part of me lives. I don’t regret a single name. I don’t regret a single bullet. I definitely don’t regret him. MM dark romance. Heavy kink. Hard violence. Earned HEA.

She was born into privilege. He was born to rule the underworld. One reckless night, their worlds collide...and nothing will ever be the same. Craving danger, desire, and the thrill of surrender, she slips out of her father’s mansion dressed in lace, chasing the man every woman fears but secretly wants: Don Massimo, the ruthless mafia king who owns the city’s shadows. But the moment she walks into his club, she crosses a line she can’t ever uncross. A single look. A single touch. A single gunshot...and she’s no longer just playing with fire. She’s his. Claimed. Bound. Wanted. Now, in a world where passion burns as hot as power, she’ll discover the difference between obsession and love… and what it truly means to belong to a man who takes everything he desires. Danger is delicious. But with Don Massimo, it’s deadly. Content Warning: 🔞

On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again. In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate. But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me. This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?" Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"

I accidentally spent the night with a wealthy heiress from Kingscourt after she was drugged. The next morning, I panicked and slipped away before she woke up. The following day, her childhood friend came to find me. He handed me a check for one million dollars and told me to leave the country. My eyes practically lit up. Just as I was about to take the check, I suddenly heard his thoughts. "Once he accepts the money, I'll report him for extortion and send him straight to prison. "Then I'll tell Valerie Cooper that I was the man from that night, marry into the family myself, and let him rot in jail." A chill ran down my spine. Well, he should've said so earlier. I can still tell the difference between one million dollars... and a lifetime of wealth and luxury.

Born an Omega with everything to lose, Eve has spent her entire life hated by the relatives who only want her father’s empire for themselves. When betrayal strips away her security and the clock begins to run out, she is forced to consider the unthinkable—marriage, even if it means marrying a stranger. Enter Sage Hawthorne. The dangerous, ruthless Alpha whispered about in every corner of the pack. The man people fear more than they respect. The man she accidentally approached with a contract marriage proposal… only for fate to bind them tighter than either expected. What begins as a cold, calculated agreement soon turns into something darker, deeper, and far more treacherous. Because Sage isn’t just the devil they warned her about… He’s the one who might ruin her, claim her, or save her… and Eve can’t tell the difference anymore.

One thing is certain that Emily could not tell the difference between love and feelings. Emily struggled in a confusing love triangle between Devin, the bad boy bully in school, and her stepbrother Xavier who bullies her at home. "You are mine, Emily!" Xavier groaned in raw frustration. He looked over Emily's shoulders and noticed Devin staring at them. Since his stepsister started dating the bad boy, his love and obsession for her increased as his hatred for While increased as well. It hurts him to see the girl he loves so much getting comfortable with the bad Boy he has an unspeakable history with. "I love you, Emily" Xavier smirked as he moved closer to her "You belong to me sister or not!" He pulled her closer and smashed her lips in a forbidden kiss while Devin watched!

"You belong to me now" His voice was cold and unreadable. Natalie swallowed hard. "I’m not yours. I was sold not claimed" A faint, dangerous smirk crossed Richard Harrison’s lips. "Then learn the difference, little dove" Betrayed.....Pregnant and Discarded. Natalie thought she had found her fated mate until he sold her off like a pawn. Now trapped in a contract marriage with the ruthless Alpha of the Blackwood Pack...Richard Harrison who was rumoured to be cold, ruthless and a vegetative. A man who just woke from a mysterious coma, she braces herself for a life of control and cruelty. But Richard is not what the rumors says. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Natalie discovers a power buried deep within her and a bond she can’t escape. Because in a world of lies and war, she was never meant to be the pawn….she was born to rule.