Too Young To Want Him
Ava Thompson never wanted her obsession with her father's stepbrother, Marcus Hale, to become a relationship. But after one night of crossed lines neither can take back, Ava discovers she's pregnant and lies to save Marcus's already fragile marriage.
The truth explodes on her wedding day, ruining families, friends, and reputations. Alone now except Marcus, Ava attempts to mend the damage to his sick daughter, who requires a bone marrow donor to survive.
Ava saves a life, but sacrifices everything in the process. When Marcus learns of her actions, he is faced with the decision of whether to keep their error in the past... or pave a future unlikely to ever receive approval.
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Chapter 1
Ava Thompson could not believe what she was looking at. She had come to the apartment of Mark Rivera, her boyfriend, to discuss things with him. Hoping that they could come to some sort of an agreement, but what she saw brought her stomach to the floor.
Mark was with his best friend, Bella Cruz in his bedroom. On the bed, they were too close, laughing and kissing.
"When will you tell her about us?" Bella asked.
"Well, soon baby, just give me time, I will abandon her soon hm? Mark said.
Ava froze in the doorway. She did not want to be observed, she did not want to stand up to them. So she slipped out, shut the door, and walked away.
Her telephone was heavy in her hand. She called her best friend Riley Morgan whom she wanted to talk to.
No answer.
She called again. Still nothing.
"Riley, pick up..." Yes, she said; speaking with a trembling voice. She threw the phone on the car seat. There could be nothing to improve this.
Ava started the car and drove. At first, she did not know whether she was heading anywhere, she just had to move, to escape. The city streets were lost in the streetlights. Her thoughts were repeating what she had just watched. Mark. Bella. Their betrayal.
She finally found herself in a club she was used to. The band played loudly, the crowd was dense and the lights flashed everywhere. She had ordered a drink and drank it off. She was scalded down her throat, but it mattered not. It was something she had to burn, she had to experience something other than the betrayal.
One beverage turned into two and then three. Her head turned, and her stomach was turning over at the music. She ran off to the bathroom for a moment, dipped water on her face, and then laughed at herself bitterly. She did not want to think, did not want to be responsible, did not want to care.
After some time, she fell out of her car. Her legs were shaking beneath her, and she got the engine started. She didn't stop at the rules. She only wanted home and she required the walls of her home.
As she drove up in her driveway, the lights in the living room were on. Her parking was fast, and she leaped out of the car and ran into the building.
"Mom? Dad?" she called, her voice tremulous.
No answer.
Then Marcus Hale came out of the corridor. He gazed in amazement at her.
"Ava?" he asked. "You're home early. Is everything okay?"
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Asked her, her speech somewhat indistinct.
They walked out in the evening, said Marcus. "They won't be back tonight. I only came to make sure that everything is okay. He examined her and saw how wobbly she was. "Ava... are you drunk?"
Ava laughed a little, and very nervously. "I am all right," she said, but it was weak.
Marcus took a sigh and indicated for her to sit down on the couch. "Sit down. You will fall, unless you want to.
She obeyed. Her legs were weak, and her chest was tight. She put her face in her hands a little. Mark cheated, she at last told.
Marcus frowned. "What? How?"
"I saw him," she whispered. "With Bella. In his bedroom." Her voice cracked. "They were... together."
Marcus rubbed his forehead. "I'm sorry, Ava. That's... that's awful. You didn't deserve that."
"I should not have cared," she muttered as she leaned back on the couch. "I should not have expected anything out of him."
"Don't say so," Marcus said. "It is not you who is in the wrong. He is. You're not stupid."
Ava threw back her head and shut her eyes. The couch was warm and Marcus was seated next to her, which made her feel calmer and secure than she had anticipated.
"Do you want water?" he asked. "Or something to eat?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't want to think. I just... don't want to think."
Marcus said nothing. He just sat next to her. She dropped her head a little towards him and was lying against his shoulder. The presence of the man was reassuring in a manner that she had not anticipated.
Ava could not prevent the movement of her body. Her hand fluttered on his arm. He didn't pull away. The contact felt safe. She stared at him, dizzy with the alcohol and the feelings that were going through her.
"I... I do not understand why I am like that, you see," she said in a kind of whisper.
"You're upset," Marcus said. "It's okay to feel that way."
Her lips were against his shoulder as an accident, almost as though they were seeking more comfort. He froze for a second. "Ava..." he whispered.
She leaned into him slightly. Her hand tightened on his arm. She kissed him unconsciously.
It started small. Tentative. Then deeper. Marcus kissed her back, hesitantly at first and then completely as she failed to stop.
One thing led to another. Clothes came off. Touches, whispers, and kisses had filled the room. Time didn't exist. It did not matter whether it was the world outside the house, the betrayal, or the alcohol.
At the moment of its termination, Ava was lying on the bed with her head whirling. She was not sure of the time they had been together. She did not think of anything but warmth next to her and the empty feeling as he rose to leave.
Hours later, she woke up alone.
Her head throbbed. Her mouth was dry. Her heart raced. The curtains were knotted about her knees.
She remembered.
Everything.
Her eyes widened. She had slept with the stepbrother of her father.
Panic rose in her chest. She scrambled out of bed and took her clothes. She hastened into rapid dress and shook and clasped her hands over her face.
Marcus wasn't there.
She was standing in the bedroom, and breathing rapidly. The club, the drinks, the betrayal, the comfort, the kiss, the touches, her mind played all this over and over again.
Her stomach turned. Her body felt heavy.
"What did I do?" she whispered to herself.
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8.6
Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down.
Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own.
Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood.
He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender.
But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic.
Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances.
In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?
8.3
"Kiss me." He prowled.
"Kiss me until you're sick of it. Kiss me and prove your body is deserving of my touch."
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Branded a Murderer, betrayed by her mate and sister, disowned by her family–Anokai Rivers never had anything at all. After spending three years in a cell for a murder she never committed, Anokai is finally released, only for her freedom to come at a price.
To infiltrate the most feared pack in the werewolf world and destroy the four Shadowcrest brothers from within.
But the brothers are monsters–cruel, powerful, insatiable.
No person, man or woman, who enters their territory ever comes out alive.
Every look is a test.
Every touch is a threat.
And every kiss pulls her deeper into a game she was never meant to survive.
She was sent to tame them and learn them.
But monsters are never tamed.
Nope, they're the one who does the taming.
Follow the journey of Anokai Rivers and the Shadowcrest beasts in this sweet, tantalizing dark romance.
7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
9.5
I joined a brutal wilderness survival reality show, playing the perfect role of a pathetic, uneducated girl from a trailer park.
I needed the five million dollar prize to fund my revenge against the wealthy family that drove my father to his death.
I played everyone flawlessly. I outsmarted the arrogant contestants, ruined a corrupt restaurant owner, and secured enough food to guarantee my absolute victory.
But just as I was dominating the game, a massive black helicopter landed in our camp.
The show's new billionaire sponsor had arrived, and he immediately ordered his tactical guards to confiscate every ounce of food I had earned.
My hard-won advantage was wiped out in seconds. The other contestants cheered, pointing at my empty hands.
"Take that, you greedy bitch!"
But the real nightmare wasn't the stolen food or the sudden rule change. It was the man who stepped out of the chopper.
Glenn Ryan. The ruthless CEO from my past life as an elite heiress.
He took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes locking onto my muddy shoes and frayed flannel shirt with a terrifying, obsessive smirk.
Why was he here? Why did he instantly target me the moment I started winning?
He didn't just know my true identity.
He had bought this entire game just to hunt me down.
9.1
After waking up from a five-year coma, I expected a warm embrace from my Fated Mate, Alpha Caleb.
Instead, I was greeted with disgust.
Standing beside a woman named Hailie, Caleb accused me of being a traitor. He claimed I had sold pack secrets and faked my coma to escape punishment.
My own brother, Fitz—the boy I had sacrificed my wolf spirit to save—stood by and let them condemn me to protect his own stolen power.
My life became a living hell.
Caleb locked me in a sauna filled with toxic Wolfsbane vapor.
He burned my skin with silver-laced water while Hailie laughed.
And finally, he watched me fall from a roof, leaving me to die broken and alone on the concrete.
It was only after my death that he discovered the truth: Hailie was the real spy, and I was innocent.
Consumed by guilt, Caleb burned to death beside my coffin, praying for a second chance.
The Moon Goddess heard him.
Time rewound. Caleb woke up back to the day I opened my eyes.
This time, he banished Hailie instantly.
He treated me like a fragile treasure, filling my room with roses and vowing to protect me from the world.
He thinks he has been given a miracle to fix his mistakes. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him again.
But there is one thing my "perfect" mate doesn't realize.
I didn't lose my memory in the reset.
I remember every single way he killed me.
9.2
I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, "Are you waiting for me to ask you to open up?" I ask under my breath before claiming his lips in a kiss again, licking the inside of his mouth as I made him s**k on my tongue. I put my hand under his pajama trousers, squeezing his soft d***.
"Knight, please stop."
"Continue to tell me to stop, that is what l like to hear from you the most," I take his lips, kissing him messily as I stroke his d*** with my middle finger grazing his enticing assh**e.
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Life doesn't always go the way we want but it doesn't get better when Alpha Knight of the biggest pack is obsessed with you.
Obsessed enough to poison you with a rare poison that leaves your body helpless and in desperate need of sex and him. While he is not my fated mate, he has made us inseparable. I'm left with no choice but to surrender to my fate, a fate that begins with a dark journey, one that when my fated mate finally appears; he turns out to be a werewolves hunter.
Things get interesting when the two sworn enemies want to have me to themselves but what can I do with the poison in my body? What can I do when the Alpha has marked and married me already?