Trembled Definition Novels & Stories

Happiness is the only emotion a broken soul can't seem to experience. They can only dream of it and hopefully find serenity to fill the void, with the hopes of one day being able to feel it in their being. Akaiia Bleau Stepanova, is she destined to feel this brokenness forever or does her initial definition even begin to cover what true brokenness feels like? Let the flames of life and death drain my essence. An evil thought that grinds in my brain since I heard of my sentence. A bitterness that made himself at home inside of me. Sometimes I just wish I could change my fate, but yes it is just wishful talk. My story is one full of emotion. Treason, hate, love and pretend. A wild combination, you might say. .... "I do." She says with the most beautiful smile, one that even reaches her eyes. One so rare and truly beautiful to witness. "Aiden River King, what is your answer? Do you take Akaiia Bleau Stepanova as your lawful wedded wife?" The priest questions. As soon as I'm about to answer a voice I remember to clearly ego's through the church walls. ... The tears staining her eyes are like daggers in my chest.

The day my parents traveled all the way from home to discuss the wedding arrangements, the Miller family—led by Grayson Miller—showed up late. After my third call went unanswered, my mom forced a smile and tried to comfort me. "Maybe they're stuck in traffic. It's no big deal. Your dad and I don't mind waiting." And wait we did—for three hours. Their expressions slowly shifted from eager excitement to quiet sorrow. My dad kept tugging at the stiff, ill-fitting suit he rarely wore. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. His eyes reddened, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Sweetheart… does it have to be him? "I'm not trying to break you two up. It's just—you'll be thousands of miles away from us. If you ever get hurt, your mom and I… we won't be there in time to wipe your tears." My nails dug into my palms. Still, I smiled, helped my parents to their feet, and said: "Dad, Mom, let's go home. Forget the engagement. I don't want it anymore."

"The only reason I haven't divorced you yet is because you still have my child inside of you, Alexa." > Jordan. Alexa's lips trembled and tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at her beloved husband in disbelief. "W-what?" * Three years of marriage with him was a big joke! He never saw her as his wife, he only saw her as a surrogate. * After getting her heart broken by the man she loved so dearly and almost giving up to the fate of a drastic coma after suffering a miscarriage (that led to her divorce), Alexander McKanne resolved to start a new life elsewhere. However, she vowed to make her estranged ex-husband and his family pay for how they badly mistreated her. But what happens, two weeks after the divorce and Alexa learned she never suffered a miscarriage and was still very much pregnant with her ex-husband's babies!!? What would she do? Will she return to him and beg him to take her back for the sake of the unborn baby? Or will she gather the pieces of her broken heart and strive to achieve her revenge plans? Delve in to find out!

My husband was not fully conscious from anaesthesia after waking up from surgery, and he started spouting nonsense. I laughed while recording his comical reaction, but while helping him into a chair, I paused when I heard him calling for his son. "Be a good boy, all right? Daddy is busy." My smile froze, and I was stunned. We had been DINKs for 10 years. When did he get a son? My hands trembled as I turned on his phone. It was the first time I was looking through his phone in our years of marriage. When I browsed the phone’s data, I found a private album filled with intimate photos of him with another woman and a child. It was a boy who looked very similar to him, and the timestamp on the photos indicated that the boy was three. All three of them were smiling happily, but their smiles hurt me. He had once told me with conviction that he hated kids and did not want to be tied down by family, which was why he convinced me to be a DINK. However, I now knew that he was not really sincere about being a DINK; he just did not want to have kids with me.

My Alpha husband, Ryder, has always hated the sound of a crying pup. But recently, he started caring for my adopted sister's newborn pup, staying by its side in the nursery every night until dawn. Every time Ryder left our bedroom for the nursery, an inexplicable stabbing pain would pierce through my chest. This agony would last all night until dawn when he returned. I had finally reached my breaking point. At the Full Moon Festival, I announced in front of the entire pack that I was rejecting our mate bond. The pack's mind-link erupted with whispers that the battle had damaged my mind. A golden light ignited in Ryder's eyes as he stared at me in disbelief. "Because I was too busy to check on you when you were injured, you're rejecting our bond over a six month old pup?" I didn't meet his eyes. Instead, my gaze lingered on the faint lipstick mark smudged inside his collar. My voice trembled, yet it did not waver. "Since you love her pup so much, once our bond is severed, you can openly be the father."

Warning: This is an erotic novel that contains a possessive alpha male who can't keep his hands off his woman. "Trying to escape?" a voice boomed from the hall, causing me to freeze at the familiar voice. I spun around to see Giovanni's gaze fixed on me as he leaned out of the wall, a huge cigarette in his mouth. My heart raced, but I maintained a stoic expression, "I was going to the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, not believing me. "The restroom is on the left, while you're taking the right leading to a back exit," his tone laced with suspicion. I faked a shocked expression. "I didn't know," I lied. Giovanni neared me, slowly backing me against the door. "You see, I haven't marked you, and I would be terrified if you got lost," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling threat and amusement. He began peeling off the tiny straps of my dress from my shoulders, his eyes growing darker. "Do you have another pair of underwear?" I trembled, "Yes, Why?" "Because, my darling, I'm about to rip this one," he replied, his eyes glinting darkly.

(Standalone sequel of Nanny and the Alpha Daddy) Ella Morgan tried to earn an independent life in this dangerous city without her wealthy Alpha family's help. However, as a rookie lawyer, she was treated as no more than an errand runner. She wanted to meet her mate one day, but she didn't expect her mate would be someone who came from the biggest mafia family in the city... “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he asked abruptly. I frowned, taken aback. “Why isn’t Alpha an option?” He pointed to the tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I could tell what you truly are.” “And what would that be?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. He scoffed. “A peasant, clearly.”It was a fragrance I knew… I knew it all too well, in fact. It can’t be, I thought to myself, swallowing as I slowly turned back to face the figure standing by the window. “Miss…” He turned, and the light from the room illuminated his features. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition, his posture straightened, and his voice trembled just slightly as he continued. “... Miss Morgan. Good evening.”

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

"What are you doing? You’re not supposed to remember." My voice trembled as he smirked, fingers sliding into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. "You’re my wife, Eve." His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot, teasing. "It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. You’re still mine." His grip tightened as he pressed closer, his body flush against mine. "And those men always around you? Get rid of them. Or I will." Eve has never lived a day without looking over her shoulder. Abandoned at birth for being the "lesser" twin. Taken back only when her sister needed a kidney. Betrayed by her fiancé. Forced into marriage in her sister’s place. Now, she belongs to Xander—ruthless, powerful, and broken. A man feared by many, bound to her by a contract neither of them wanted. He is scarred, both inside and out, but somehow, she is the only one who soothes his demons. But what happens when Xander realizes he isn’t the only one watching his wife? And when Eve discovers that, for the first time in her life, someone is willing to burn the world for her?

"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn’t. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command. I'm Amara Blake. At home, I’m nothing. The unwanted daughter. The mistake forced to live in her sister’s shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself “pure” for Nina’s sake. But with him… purity doesn’t exist. Professor Black doesn’t see me as a burden. He sees me as temptation. A secret waiting to be ruined. Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze…hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin. But I do. And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth…I’m no angel. I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN