Tumbled Chicken Novels & Stories

On my way home from picking wild berries in the woods, I see my mate, Ethan Volkov, feeding our pups roast chicken. His childhood sweetheart, Zoe Hathaway, is snuggling next to them. While chatting with Ethan about her experiences studying on the northern grasslands, she entertains the children. My five-year-old daughter is happily swinging her legs as she holds out a piece of roast chicken to Zoe, while My son carefully wipes the grease off Zoe's hands. Ethan never once looks away from Zoe. It is as if he only has eyes for her. Seeing my beloved mate and the pups I've tirelessly raised so attached to another she-wolf leaves me devastated. I draft a Bond Breaking Agreement, give up custody of the children, and leave. Pursue the herbal research career that I gave up for my family Yet later, the always calm and composed Ethan loses his composure. My daughter Katrina and my son James search everywhere for me, openly expressing their love and begging me to come home.

We tumbled onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps. His touch was everywhere, exploring, teasing, and I matched him with equal fervor. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of us, lost in this heady intoxication. His lips traced a path down my neck, his hands exploring the curves of my body as if mapping them for the first time.yy “Do you want this?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. ____ With the death of her parents, the bankruptcy of the company, and the betrayal of her fiancé, Emma Parker goes to a bar to get drunk, but accidentally takes Logan Carter as her pimp and sleeps with him, and the next day Emma Parker is afraid to see Logan Carter' face and leaves in a hurry (Logan Carter wears a mask) . Four years later, Emma Parker returns with four children, but accidentally meets Logan Carter again. However, at this time Emma Parker did not know that Logan Carter was the pimp at that time, and after the accidental reunion, Logan Carter felt that the four children around Emma Parker were his own children, and he also recognized Emma Parker as the woman who slept with the four of him.

Doris Albert，the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. But no one ever really respected her. Her husband constantly humiliates her, locks her in a small cell-like room and orders her to be the slave of his mistress... Doris has no way to resist, it only leads to worse whippings. And so two years passed... Until Doris' wolf, Shana, finally woke up after two years of slumber. A new story begins... *** As Doris continued to slice the chicken silently and precisely, the television above her head began to broadcast a major news announcement. "Now our spots have just received a message, the famous warrior goddess, Doris Albert, who disappeared two years ago, has made a surprise appearance today, announcing that she will soon be back in the public eye..." No one would have imagined that the terrifying Warrior Goddess on the television was now standing in a dirty kitchen, preparing a third-anniversary dinner for her husband and his mistress. And they'll have even less idea how the submissive and weak-looking Doris will tear them apart one by one...

He caught hold of her leg and yanked backwards. She hung on and flailed both legs, kicking him in the head, the face. He fought to hold her legs down. Sweat lathered her hands. They slipped from the post. He yanked again. She rolled over to face him and punched with both fists. Her right fist caught him in the eye. He growled in pain, then threw himself on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She screamed.She strained to free herself, lunged up to bite him. He jerked backwards. They slid down one stair. She tried to scream again. He slapped a palm over her mouth, his breath hot on her face.She fought him until they had tumbled down every stair. By the time they reached the bottom, every ligament burned. She stared at him wide-eyed, gasping for breath between his bruising fingers.She trembled violently, longed to run again but knew it would do no good. He stood at a good seven inches taller and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance.All she could do now was placate him. Do what he wanted... no matter what it was!

“Coming back after just leaving a few hours ago with no injury on you, I guess you must have chicken out” his mocking voice said making me stop in my tracks, turning around. “Seems you have something against me, elder” I said, looking at him. “I have nothing against you, girl. I have something against the creature living rent free inside of you” he said. Guess someone is blunt today. “What happened to the creature inside of me?” I asked, looking at him calmly. “They are vile, unfit and too weak to stand against a demon like us” he spat at me. “And what is your solution, elder?” I asked. “Leave the king and go back to where you came from, we don’t want you here. Our king deserves better” he said, glaring at me hatefully. Hated for being a wolf Being abused physically and mentally by a demon who has an unhealthy obsession over her mate Trying to prove herself to her mate’s kingdom while trying to protect her loved one’s, Lillian definitely have enough on her plate, will she prove herself she is not the names she is being called or will a bigger threat, not only claim her life but the one’s around her and the throne?

[WARNING: SPICY REVERSE HAREM PACK ROMANCE. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE. IT'S GOT KNOTS AND FIVE HUGE, HOT, POSSESSIVE SHIFTERS!] ALPHA BRAT is a spicy reverse harem wolf-shifter romance packed with possessive Alphas, found family chaos, touch-her-and-die energy, knotty problems, feral flirting, and one emotionally unstable heroine trying very hard not to climb her mates like a tree. When Frankie Bell answers a sketchy job ad that screams murder me in the woods, she expects minimum wage and sticky-fingered toddlers. What she doesn't expect is; a luxury forest compound, five terrifyingly hot wolf shifters, a daycare that may or may not be a front for organized crime, and horniness like shes never known. Now Frankie’s trapped in a house full of Alpha egos, scent-marking nonsense, and men who belong on the cover of “Daddy Issues Monthly.” The longer Frankie stays, the weirder things become. Her body is changing, enemies are circling and everyone keeps talking about her scent like she’s the last chicken nugget at a frat party. And apparently, there’s something very wrong with the fact that all five wolves want her. Now she has to figure out whether she’s losing her mind… or becoming something far more dangerous.

Over Labor Day weekend, my workaholic husband finally agreed to take our two kids on a beach vacation. I was out on the water with my son, Blake Warren, when the ocean surface suddenly exploded with 99 towering columns of water. Blake nearly tumbled into the sea from the shock, screaming as he clung to me desperately. From a yacht not far away came the cheers of my husband, Zachary Warren, and his secretary, Celeste Quinn. I gripped my phone tightly and called him. "Zachary, have you lost your mind? Stop this right now! Blake is here too!" Yet, he only sneered. "You wouldn't let Celeste come on this trip, and she's been upset for days because of it. She got her feelings hurt, so I have to make it up to her somehow. Besides, it'd be better if that bastard son of yours just died anyway. Then, he ordered someone beside him, "Fire 50 more torpedoes. Teach her a lesson she won't forget." Before he had even finished speaking, wave after wave of water columns erupted around my boat. As Blake was about to fall into the water, I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left. "Zachary! Stop this now! This is your own son, Blake!"

As per my father’s offer, I decided to leave both my son and husband behind and go back home where I would become his little girl again. That decision came after I heard my family’s true thoughts following my surgery. My husband thought, “It was just a minor issue! Why did she stay in the hospital for so long? She’s back and has yet to do any chores. Can’t she see that my suit needs ironing?” My son thought, “She spent so much money on that surgery, and now she’s even drinking my favorite yogurt! Why can’t she be a successful businesswoman like Sarah? All she does is stay in the house and act like a freeloader!” My mother-in-law thought, “She had to come back right when I’m making chicken soup, of all times! She can just drink the dishwater for all I care.” Feeling utterly disappointed, I turned around and closed the door. Then I called my father. “Yes, it’s just me. I’m not bringing anyone.”

One day, billions woke up on an endless highway. One vehicle each. One life each. No exits. Others got scooters, bicycles, or tractors. Jake Maddox got a beat-up motorhome. Level-one zombies have 20 strength. Humans have 5. And Cthulhu monsters lurk in the mist. This isn't a game—it's a slaughter. But Jake has a cheat: Gold Mods. He glances at his status screen and smirks. "Not enough stats? Gold mods to the rescue." [Fuel Tank] + [Infinite] = unlimited fuel. Floor it and leave everyone choking on dust. [Tires] + [Indestructible] = unbreakable, unshakable, unstoppable. No attack gets through. [Motorhome] + [Spatial Folding] = a mobile fortress that fits it all — storage, pool, villa, armory, and more. [Windows] + [One-Way Transparent] = armored steel to the outside, panoramic views from within. Total safety, zero claustrophobia. While others shiver and barter their souls for half a bottle of gas, Jake sits in his climate-controlled motorhome, eating a steaming-hot chicken pie, watching a Cthulhu boss try to break in. His calm response? "That tentacle would taste pretty good grilled." … From Lv.1 Beater Motorhome to Lv.100 Ark of the Old Ages—as long as Jake can imagine it, no mod is off the table. Gold mods. Show me your limits.

It was all her fault. My life could have been simple—40-hour shifts at KFC, sneaking extra chicken crumbs, and binge-watching reality shows. But no. Instead, here I was, standing at the altar, saying I do to a man whose idea of “casual” involved drugs, women, and murder on speed dial. Thanks, Mom. Not only did she ruin my life, but she also sold it—traded me off to the deadliest Mafia boss alive, Mario Santiago, as if I were some secondhand couch on clearance. Mario Santiago. Yeah, that Mario Santiago. The Human Terminator. The guy whose enemies mysteriously vanish like my paycheck two days after payday. And now, I was his wife. He glanced at me with a slow, wolfish smile that practically screamed trouble. That was when I knew two things: 1. I was completely doomed. 2. This man was going to wreck my heart (and probably my life). But hey, it could be worse, right? At least I’d get a killer wardrobe out of it. *** Are you looking for romance and humor? Stuck with Mario Santiago is a hilarious, Mafia billionaire romance filled with danger, betrayal, drama, and a love story you won’t forget. Dive in—you won’t regret it (but the characters might).