Vore Pov Novels & Stories

Everyone in Harbor City knew I had a wife whom everyone envied. Not only was she a wealthy heiress, but a celebrated lawyer, untouchable and elegant. However, in private, she was a delicate, devoted wife. I had planned to tell her the truth on our wedding anniversary—that I was the heir to one of Jinmist City's most powerful families—and take her home. However, on her birthday, I walked in on her being pinned to a car and forcefully kissed by her new assistant, with pieces of her torn clothing scattered everywhere. I lost control. The assistant ended up in the ICU, and I ended up in court. To my shock, my wife turned on me in court, falsely accusing me of malicious assault, while saying nothing about the assistant’s attempt. I was sentenced to three years in prison. In the visitation room, I demanded answers, but she remained calm. “You’re my husband. Even if you go to prison, I still love you.” “But Daniel is different. He comes from a poor family. If he’s charged with attempted assault, his life would be ruined forever.” At that moment, my hope shattered. Fine. If she didn’t want the title of wife to the Millers' heir, I’d just have to take it back.

Denis Trent has given up on finding his mate. While everyone around him has found theirs at eighteen, he was still single at twenty-four. As the Alpha of his pack who is still without a mate, his pack would have to carry on without a Luna and they were beginning to grumble. Denis had to do something real fast, and as the moon goddess would have it, he meets Kelsey Marshall the girl labeled as a human weakling by the pack because she hasn't seen her wolf. A contract was signed with an agreement between the two of them to act as lovers for a year but the moon goddess sure has other plans for them.

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.

Violetta lives with her mother and her step-father, lived was a loose term in her book. she had just turned 21 and her life had been nothing but hell and abuse. Her stepfather was a judge, but not a good one, most of his money came from bribes and money under the table. Her mother just live off his money. Where does Violetta fit in? Well, she is the child her mother never wanted, he father left her when she was a a toddler. Her mother said he was disgusted she was a girl and not a boy and couldn't stand to be around them anymore. Violetta works at the local café, trying to save money so she can move out of the hell hole she calls home, but her step father expects her to pay her way by handing over most of her earning so its taking longer than she would like. Dimitri is the eldest son of the head of the Russian Mafia. He grew up with the children of his fathers right hand man Josiah. They were close and were heartbroken when the Mafia's Princess went missing when she was four. She had been promised to him when they were younger before her mother ran away taking the Princess with her. now, at the age of twenty eight, he is determined to find out what happened to her and bring her home to her four brothers where she belongs. What he doesn't bargain for is the fact he will be going up against the Italian Mafia

I work as a security guard at a luxury residential complex.

Elena Carson knew Lucas Alejandro wasn't done with her when he unexpectedly came back into her life under the guise of her company's investor.. He's back for her and she knew more than anyone else he was there to seek revenge for what she did to him a year ago..

After Elena Armstrong’s mother was murdered, revenge became the one thing she lived for. Elena’s purpose is to find her mother’s killer. But as she takes steps closer to finding out the truth, betrayal comes from the people she once trusted and called family. And just when she thought she was alone, Jameson Winter, the extraordinary human brings back the spark in her, though she wonders if falling for a human is the right choice since humans and wolves don’t coexist. Will their love lead them to greatness, or will there be a price to pay in blood?

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.

My adoptive younger brother, Jonathan Arden, is getting married soon, so he has invited me to his wedding. It turns out that the bride is Charlotte Vaughn, my childhood sweetheart-slash-fiancee. My parents think that I'm going to steal Charlotte from Jonathan and cause a huge ruckus at the wedding. That's why they've hired 100 bodyguards, who soon have me surrounded. When things are getting tense, Jonathan rushes down the stage and starts pleading with me. "Mom, Dad, I'm sure Harrison showed up without an invitation just so he can give me his blessings. Please don't blame him." Charlotte takes my hand and says to me pleadingly, "Jonathan is diagnosed with cancer. He's afraid that you might be worried about him, so he's hidden his condition from you. I'm pretending to marry him just so he won't die single." I express my understanding toward the couple before giving them my blessings. Delighted, Charlotte promises me, "Don't worry, you're the only one I view as my actual husband. Once the wedding is over, we'll register our marriage right away." What she doesn't know is that I've already booked an appointment in a fake-death program. A week later, I will leave this place for real. After all, I don't want anything to do with my parents and Charlotte anymore.

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.