We Are Walking Dead Novels & Stories

On an interesting weekend, recently heartbroken Becky Lawyers and audacious Logan Smith, two random bar people, shared an intimidate night together—she wanted to heal her broken heart, he just wanted to have fun. Besides, the moment would only last one night. Everything was great. However, destiny always had a different way of working. When Becky resumed duties on her new job, she realized that her one night stand, Logan Smith, was no other than her boss, the CEO of HMT event center. Their sexual romance doesn't end there and actually took a new turn when they became a casual couple. Though Becky wanted more. Months later, she realized she was starting to develop genuine feelings for Logan, but he was far from settling down. Whether their love story would grow or die, only the future can tell. Here lies the tale of careless billionaire Logan Smith and cautious free-spirited Becky Lawyers.

People always say that every woman pales in comparison when a man's first love comes begging to reconcile.Noelle Xanthos suffers a huge defeat—she marries Quentin Lowe with a heart full of love, but all she gets in return is a heart that's ripped to shreds.Three years later, she's Collinview City's most renowned specialist in blood diseases, and she's got a pretty face to boot.She has different men in her life—one's a handsome older gentleman who's caring and considerate, while the other's an arrogant, wild younger man who's determined to win her heart.Life is good.During a lively party, Dragfort City's most eligible bachelor—also known as Quentin—pins her to a deserted corner. His eyes are red as he says, "Have you had enough fun? If you have, it's time to come home with me!"

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

My eyes trailed down their long smooth legs in front of me, and I can imagine how they’d be trembling after I'm done f*ucking the hell out of them. “So…what decisions have you both made?” I coldly asked, indifferently crossing my legs to cover my monster which had been throbbing with desire. My two beautiful secretaries looked at each other, but said nothing. I chuckled, then stood up, walking towards them at a gentle pace, “You both don't want to lose your jobs, right?” I stopped in front of Amela, my blonde beauty. I tipped her chin up and my finger trailed down to her neck and then lower until I got to that spot I have been thinking about—Her pointy full b*oobs. “You both should make your decision. Lose your jobs, or… Give your bodies to me for a month.” *** This is an unapologetically steamy erotica collection with different erotica stories that would surely leave you breathless, aching, secretly dripping, and coming for more Don’t say I didn’t warn you… Get ready to d*rip. And oh, don’t forget your popcorn.

"You are nothing but a selfish and ruthless man, Adriano. I hate you, you despise me. A betrayer like you always remains a betrayer." Mia yelled at the man standing before her. Adriano chuckled, a dark expression appeared on his face. He stormed towards her and pinned her against the wall, "You are mine and no one else." "You Are Mine, Mia Marcello. Date all the men you want, their dead bodies will keep piling up then."

I had been dead for days and my alpha mate Karl didn't know it, cause he never went back to our den. Until his gamma was astonished to read a front-page news article about the mysterious rogue wolf attacks. "Karl, there's been a rogue wolf in our pack." Karl didn't lift his head. Stuff like this happened all the time in the pack. His gamma put the newspaper in front of Karl. "The deceased... is Luna Julie." Karl was reviewing documents and his pen suddenly fell to the ground.

The night before the wedding, I'm about to share the news of my pregnancy with Chester Miller when I see Giselle Thorne sitting in his lap intimately. I'm about to storm in and confront them when I notice a man standing beside them. That man looks exactly like Chester, my boyfriend. I freeze, holding my breath as their voices carry clearly through the room. "Chester, this is ruthless. You actually proposed to her. From what I know, Miranda poured so much effort into this wedding," Giselle says. Chester snorts. "Giselle, she ruins your work and costs you the chance to win. I can't wait to see her, all dressed in her wedding gown and beaming with joy, only to watch me walk down the aisle holding your hand. Just thinking about it gives me a thrill." My eyes widen. It's clearly Giselle who has threatened me to hand over my work, and when she fails, she tears up her own painting in fear of losing the competition. Before I can react, the man who looks like Chester suddenly speaks. "Chester, who's walking down the aisle with her—you or me?" Chester chuckles. "Of course I am. Felix, have you forgotten? Miranda belongs to you only at night." In that instant, I finally understand why Chester Miller is cold by day and passionate by night. It turns out they aren't the same person at all. He and Felix are twin brothers. I clutch the pregnancy report tightly, pressing it against the doorframe as I glare at the three of them through the crack. "I won't let any of you get what you want," I vow silently.

“Prepare a divorce agreement for me. I want to divorce my husband,” ***** Of all the things I had ever imagined happening in my life, divorcing my husband was never a part of it. I loved Josh with everything in me. I took out my heart and gave it to this man, but he didn’t think twice before crushing it. I abandoned my life, my kingdom, I put my career on hold, and I hid my identity just to be with him, and after promising me his loyalty, he threw away everything after three years once he got everything, and I became a trash to him. I was going to make things work between us. I was going to find out what went wrong and work on it. However, while I was working hard to make our marriage work, Josh was busy cheating on me. He never realized that just one call, and he would lose everything he ever worked for. I made up my mind not to keep quiet any longer. I would make him regret ever messing with me…

My fiance, Caspian Knight, is a reputable Healer in the werewolf pack. His childhood friend, Sarah Gard, has been diagnosed with organ failure. It is fatal, and she has only one month left. To stay by her side in her final days, Caspian makes me drink the potion, and my wolf falls unconscious. During the month when my wolf is unconscious, I'll begin to forget about him completely. He doesn't know that the effect of the potion will last a lifetime, and I won't remember him for the rest of my life. Within the same month, he holds a wedding ceremony with Sarah. He hugs Sarah tightly under the falling petals. They hold each other's hands and receive blessings from everyone. A month later, he cries uncontrollably and goes down on his knees in front of me, questioning why I have yet to remember him.

Synopsis Rose has nothing. Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain. Then four black cars block an empty road. The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars. But the real problem has green eyes. Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose. Her. She's mine. The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain. Because Rose isn't just an heiress. She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him. She just doesn't know it yet.