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 5
"Ava... who's the father?" Riley asked softly.
Ava flinched at the question. Her stomach was turning, and her hands were clinging to the side of the bed. The words were not able to come out of her mouth.
Marcus...she was unable to say his name. Not now, not ever. It was his thought of him, of that night, of what she had done, that made her chest painfully tight.
It is... it is Mark, she said, but barely above a whisper.
Riley gazed and gaped at her, and a horror and doubtfulness fell on her face. "Mark? Are you serious? You... you slept with him? You allow yourself to get into this position?
"I... I did not intend for it to happen like this," Ava said hastily, shaking her head. "I just... I didn't think properly okay? I wasn't thinking straight."
Riley rubbed a hand down her face and was exasperated. "Ava, you have to be careful! You cannot simply sleep with someone, not like this! Not at the time you are still in school and not before you consider the ramifications! You let your guard down. Didn't you use protection? You should know better!"
"I know!" The voice broke a little, and Ava snapped. I did not wish that it should happen to me!
Riley sat back with a jerk. "We need an adult here, Ava. You're still in school. The baby... the father... everything... this cannot be a one-man job. You need your mother."
Ava was hesitant and her hands were shaky. She churned her stomach at the thought of her mother and of the lecture as well as the anger of Patricia. But she knew Riley was right. She picked up her phone and called home.
"Mom," Ava said, attempting to maintain calmness in her voice. "I'm at the hospital. Can you come get me?"
"Is everything okay?" Patricia questioned instantly with a tense voice.
"Yes... Come... just come," Ava answered. She never said anything about the pregnancy, the father, or anything. She could not.
It was only a few moments before Patricia came. She got answers, and she did it at a glance when she entered the room.
"What is going on, Ava? Why am I here?" she enquired, with the voice of authority and concern.
Ava swallowed hard. She may have felt her heart beat in her heart. She turned her head away and did not look at her mother. At last, she talked, and it was little more than a whisper.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she admitted.
Patricia blanched and her face changed to disbelief. "Pregnant?!" she shouted. "Ava Thompson! How could you? Who... who is the father?"
"... it is Marks," Ava repeated the lie. "But I... I left him. He cheated on me, Mom. That's why I left him."
Patricia flushed with anger. "You left a man... over cheating?" she yelled. "You ran away from him on the grounds of cheating? And now... You are pregnant so young? What do you think will happen now? Do you know how you have humiliated our family?"
Ava shuddered at the words of her mother. She was just about to open her mouth to respond, but Patricia was not done.
You believe that you can afford to make mistakes like this and nothing will happen? My daughter is not going to be a baby mama. Do you hear me?" The voice of Patricia was severe and uncompromising, and reverberated in the hospital room.
"I... Mom... I don't want to..." Ava attempted, but her words failed her.
"You will marry him!" Patricia screamed and her face was hard and set. You will put this mess you have made right. My daughter shall never raise a bastard. And you have to get back with Mark Rivera at once!
Ava's stomach dropped. She shook her head violently. "I... I can't! I don't want to! I can't marry him!"
Patricia's jaw tightened. "No arguments, Ava. You defy me, and you will cause more disgrace to this family than you have already caused. This ends now. You are going to marry him and that is all.
Ava's mind raced. She felt trapped. Her chest was panicking and her hands were trembling. How could she marry Mark? What could she tell... anything? She would have screamed, cried, run, but she made no noise. Her mother was categorical and there was no bargaining.
Riley gave her a squeeze of her hand, which was all she could do to comfort her. "It will be all right," she said to Ava. "We'll figure this out. You're not alone."
Ava smiled weakly, her tears on the verge of bursting out. She was angry, frightened, and helpless simultaneously. The eyes of Patricia remained steady on her, undaunted, unswerving. It was a question of no compromise, no middle ground. It was not the choice of Ava and until then, all she could do was to comply.
Patricia now shifted her gaze to the exit of the room and was content to believe that she had given her verdict successfully. "You will get married, Ava, this is the last time I am going to say it!" her voice was cold and firm. So she walked away with Ava and Riley were left to the emptiness of the hospital room.
The silence that followed was heavy. Ava sat up against the bed, her thoughts whirling. She was caught between the fear and anger over the truth of her pregnancy and the impossible decision her mother had taken on her behalf.
At her elbow sat Riley holding her hand. "We will see this out, Ava," said she. "We'll get through it."
Ava agreed, yet in her heart, she understood that life would never be easy anymore. The Mark lie was established, her cover concerning Marcus still hidden, but now another fight had started--the one that would define her future and make her face decisions that she was not ready to make.
Her thoughts wandered to the window, the sun shining in very mean and sharp. She had a desire to get away, to flee it all but she could not.
"You will marry him," she said to herself as she remembered listening to Patricia earlier on, and it was on her mind over and over.
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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?