I Thought It Was Just One Night

Lynn York never does second nights—until a reckless encounter with golden-haired Jace Carter leaves her haunted by his touch. She walks away, leaving only cash and a cold goodbye, certain she’ll never see him again. But fate has other plans. When Jace reappears as a transfer student in her economics class, his calculated charm and relentless pursuit blur the lines between revenge and obsession. Their chemistry is undeniable, but as Jace closes in—whispering secrets, igniting sparks with every accidental touch—Lynn realizes too late that she’s the one being played. A humiliating public exposure shatters her control, revealing Jace’s true motive: payback for that night she dismissed him. But beneath his cold vengeance lies a darker truth—one tied to primal instincts, ancient bonds, and a destiny neither can escape.

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Chapter 4

The days after that stormy night blurred into a haze of tension and confusion. Jace's presence became more frequent, more deliberate. He appeared next to me after class with that same calm, unreadable smile. He lingered in the library, "accidentally" brushing my fingers as he handed me a pen. Each touch sent little sparks skittering under my skin—unwelcome, unwarranted, undeniable.

I kept telling myself I was in control.

That I could handle him.

That I was just playing smarter this time.

But the game was shifting, and I wasn't the one moving the pieces.

One evening, Jace showed up at my dorm, arms full of coffee cups and textbooks.

"Group project," he said smoothly, lips curving into that too-perfect smile. "Professor Winters paired us up."

I didn't believe him for a second.

Still, I let him in.

We sat cross-legged on the floor, books spread out between us, our knees brushing occasionally—a contact too casual to be innocent. He leaned in to explain a complex formula, breath warm against my ear.

"You always tense up when I get close," he murmured. "Why is that?"

"Because I know what happens when I let you in," I shot back.

His eyes sparkled, and he didn't deny it.

By the time he left, my thoughts were a mess. My body remembered the way he touched me. My mind screamed to stay away.

But I didn't listen.

Three nights later, we were assigned to lab duty—just the two of us again. The chemistry department was nearly empty, the sterile lights buzzing above us as we measured compounds in silence.

"You're doing that wrong," Jace said behind me suddenly.

Before I could snap back, his hand slid along my arm, guiding my movement. His chest pressed against my back, his voice a whisper in my ear.

"Let me help."

I froze.

His fingers curled over mine, warm and firm. I could feel his breath on my neck, the edge of his lips just barely grazing my skin.

"Don't," I whispered, but it came out too soft to sound convincing.

"You don't want this?" he asked, tilting my face toward his.

I met his eyes. They were dark. Intent. Hungry.

"I don't want you to think you've won," I said.

He smiled. "Sweetheart, I'm not playing to win. I'm playing to break you."

And then he kissed me.

Hard.

Possessive.

Devouring.

I kissed him back.

I hated him for it.

I hated myself more.

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the cold metal lab table. My legs wrapped around him instinctively. His mouth moved to my throat, teeth grazing my skin as his fingers slid under the hem of my shirt.

I was drowning—again.

Drowning in him.

Just like that first night.

But this time, it wasn't lust that burned behind his touch.

It was calculation.

A sharp click echoed through the room.

Then another.

I froze mid-kiss.

What was that?

Laughter rang out above us.

I turned my head—slowly, in horror.

A group of students stood on the upper level of the lab, phones raised, camera flashes going off like fireworks.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" one of them snickered. "Did she just let him bend her over the lab table?"

"Guess the ice queen melts after all."

The blood drained from my face.

I shoved Jace away, heart pounding, hands trembling with panic and rage.

"You set me up," I breathed.

He didn't deny it.

Didn't even pretend to be surprised.

He just stepped back, adjusting his shirt, expression smooth and unbothered.

"You wanted to play," he said coolly, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve. "You just didn't realize what game we were playing."

My throat tightened.

"You humiliated me."

"No," he corrected. "You did that to yourself. I gave you a warning, Lynn. You chose to ignore it."

Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't break. Not here. Not in front of him.

But he wasn't finished.

He stepped closer, voice low and almost gentle. "Now they'll all see what I saw that night—you're not untouchable. You're just another girl who can't say no when someone knows how to touch her right."

He leaned in, whispering against my ear. "You thought you had the power, but you were never the one holding the leash."

Then he turned and walked out, leaving me standing there—exposed, shaking, humiliated.

Around me, laughter echoed.

Phones were still out.

I was still sitting on the table, shirt wrinkled, lipstick smeared, heart in ruins.

And for the first time in years, I didn't know how to fix it.

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I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate-or so I foolishly believed. That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy. But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night. Brenda's back-the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me. He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond. I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command-- "Abort it." He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured. But he forgot- I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will. He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

Romance Werewolf

8.4

Aysel, como la luna

8.4

Desde tiempos inmemoriales, el mundo estuvo regido por cuatro especies que compartían la existencia en perfecta armonía: ninfas, brujas, vampiros y lobos. Sin embargo, la llegada de un amor prohibido quebró ese equilibrio ancestral y permitió que los humanos intentaran ocupar un lugar para el que jamás estuvieron preparados. Miles de años después, los destinos de cuatro miembros de estas especies se entrelazan a través del amor, iniciando una nueva era de cambios inevitables. Una ninfa entrega su corazón a un vampiro, un romance tan insólito como fascinante, considerando que ella protege la naturaleza y él representa la oscuridad y el deseo. ¿Qué pudo ver ella en un ser temido por muchos? Al mismo tiempo, una bruja de luz se enamora de un hombre lobo, desafiando los prejuicios y rencores históricos entre ambos linajes. Ella, libre y luminosa; él, agresivo y posesivo, juntos forjan una pasión imposible. De estas uniones nace una hija híbrida —fruto de la ninfa y el vampiro— que se enamora del hijo mestizo de la bruja y el lobo. Juntos dan vida a una joven de belleza sobrenatural: el porte de las ninfas, el cabello blanco de las brujas, la piel pálida de los vampiros y el temperamento indomable de los lobos. A simple vista parece una mortal sin poderes, pero su hermosura es semejante a la luna y por ello la llaman Aysel, como la luna. Pero ¿qué ocurrirá cuando un humano, un vampiro, un mago y un hombre lobo la reclamen como su amor eterno? ¿Qué pasará cuando, en su afán por poseerla, la hieran y se enfrenten entre ellos? Tarde comprenderán su error, cuando Aysel se revele como la primera metamorfa híbrida capaz de dar vida e inmortalidad como las ninfas; la única Luna que puede transformarse en loba; la vampira cuya sangre mejorará la existencia de los suyos; y la bruja capaz de dominar las cuatro ramas de la magia. ¿Podrá Aysel convivir con sus múltiples personalidades y elegir a quién amar por toda la eternidad? ¿O morirá en el intento? TRAVOS EL BRUJO — “Eres mi media alma Yunuen, nuestro amor no entiende de tiempo, gracias a una maldición de los humanos estamos condenados a vivir nuestro amor por solo unos años, antes de perecer y renacer, solo para seguir con nuestra maldición.” AYSEL— “Rompiste su corazón, consumiste su alma, Yunuen está herida y solo es por ti Travos. Pero ella te ayudara a encontrar la paz.” CALIXTO EL VAMPIRO— “Soy tu eterno enamorado mi hermosa Levana, te he buscado por miles de años y al fin has regresado, esta vez no te dejare marchar. Soy tu esclavo te pertenezco.” LUNA— “Tu espera y lealtad será recompensada, pero no como tú crees, Levana tiene una sorpresa para ti Calixto.” KASUMI — “Aysel, no te dejare sola, y si te pierdes, yo te guiare, no me subestimes, soy humano, pero soy el mejor cazador.” LEVANA— “El amor es algo que está fuera de tu entendimiento humano, veremos qué tan buen cazador eres.” ANUK EL LOBO— “Luna, eres mía, mi mate, mi pareja designada, mi luna blanca, estarás a mi lado, aunque yo no te quiera.” YUNUEN— “Alpha, tarde te darás cuenta de lo que realmente quieres, entonces, serás tú el que sufrirás.”

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.6

Betrayed Wife: Claimed By The Ruthless CEO

7.6

Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her. The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate. Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless. When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed. He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her. To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature. "If you fail, you will never see Bria again." He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point. Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair. How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing? Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter. Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

He Gave Me a Used Condom at the Altar

9.3

I smiled as Julian, my groom, handed me the velvet ring box at the altar. But when I opened it, there was no diamond ring—only a used, sticky condom. The crowd gasped, whispering about our "open" relationship. They didn't know I have a severe latex allergy and have only ever taken birth control pills. This wasn't mine. As my eyes met my best friend Chloe's smirking face in the bridesmaid line, the pieces clicked. But instead of crying, I gripped the box. I wasn't just the blind bride; I had the surveillance footage, and I knew exactly who the real college cyberbully was. When Julian tried to use his "saving me in college" card to keep my assets, a dark, commanding voice echoed through the hall. Silas Blackwood, the billionaire CEO, stepped forward, dropping his scarred silver lighter. "You stole my jacket to play hero, Julian," Silas sneered, pulling me behind him. "But you will never touch my woman again."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Just A Substitute: The Don's Lost Love

7.6

I returned to the manor after four years, handing Marcus Thorne an invitation to my wedding. He looked at me with cold eyes, his arm around his fiancée, Chloe—the woman I was molded to look like. But the real blow came at lunch. A waiter tripped, sending three mugs of scalding coffee flying toward us. Marcus didn't move to protect me. He lunged to grab his phone from the table because Chloe’s face was on the screen. The boiling liquid splashed across my chest, burning my skin instantly. While I screamed in agony, Marcus simply checked his notifications. "I have to go," he said, stepping over me as my fiancé, David, desperately poured ice water on my burns. "Chloe broke a nail. She's hysterical." He walked out of the restaurant without looking back, leaving me writhing in pain. At the hospital, the doctor dropped another bombshell: I was pregnant. Marcus didn't know. He didn't know I was carrying another man's child. Just like he didn't know about the baby of his I had lost three years ago—the one I miscarried while he ignored my calls to close a business deal. I wiped my tears and looked at David. "Get the plane ready," I whispered. "We leave tonight." When Marcus finally came looking for me, all he found was a medical report of the child he killed with his neglect, and a note saying I was gone forever.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.5

Late Redemption Of My Mate And My Sister

7.5

I, once a renowned belly - dance master, was the unwitting victim of a diabolical plot. My own sister, Sarah, and my supposed mate, Frank, conspired to have me violated. Their heinous plan was to ensure that the adopted daughter, Jenny, could perform belly dance in the blood - moon ceremony without any competition. I was savagely assaulted, my body and spirit broken, and then callously framed, left to die in a pool of my own despair. But fate had a different turn for me. Against all odds, I clawed my way back from the brink of death and transformed into a special agent, staging a false death to escape the nightmare that had been my life. Frank, only after the damage was irreparably done, finally opened his eyes to the magnitude of his mistakes. Consumed by a guilt so profound that it seemed to eat away at his very soul, he was left adrift in a sea of remorse. However, it was far, far too late...

Romance Werewolf

I Thought It Was Just One Night

Chapter 4

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