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 6
Ava was a shadow of her mom as she followed her into the house.
This over-heavy thud of the front door closed behind them, and it was far too noisome in her ears. She weighed her body, as every step was hard. She was still reeling at the hospital, at the thought of the word pregnant and that you will marry him.
Pat didn't ask Ava to sit down.
She placed her handbag on the table in an orderly manner and turned about to look directly at her daughter.
Now, Pat said, calmly but sharply," You are going to do as I tell you to."
Ava swallowed. "Mom"
"No." Pat raised a finger. "You've said enough for today."
Ava closed her mouth. Her hands were shaking next to her.
Pat passed by the girl and began straightening the cushions, which were already straight, adjusting the things that were not necessary. When she was in a temper, that was her job.
"I called a doctor already," Pat went on. "A real one. And not a certain clinic you saw today, you see.
Her heart skipped. "You... you called a doctor?"
Sure, Pat finally turned towards her. "You will have appointments regularly. You won't skip any. I'll come with you."
Ava shook her head weakly. "Mom, I can go alone. I-"
You are not going to do this, Pat said. You have demonstrated that you are not good at making decisions independently.
It was more painful than Ava thought the words would be. Her eyes were stinging, and she did not want to cry. Not now. Not in front of her mom.
Pat took the phone Ava had placed on the table. And this will, she said, remain with me, unless I say the contrary.
"What?" Ava gasped. "Mom, please"
You do not need distractions, you do not, said Pat, coldly. No friends stuffing nonsense in your head. No private chats. School and home. That's it."
The walls were closing in on Ava. "Riley only comes to my assistance.
"Riley's a kid," Pat replied. "And so are you."
Ava pressed her lips tight. Her chest was glued up with every word she wanted to say.
Pat moved closer saying, "It will not be discussed in other places other than our house. Got it?"
Ava nodded slowly.
"You will have your head down," Pat said. You will neither shame this family anymore.
Ava flinched.
Pat sighed, like she was fed up. "Go to your room. Rest. You look awful."
Ava walked away without saying anything. Each of the steps was heavier than the previous one. As she reached her room, she closed the door very softly and leaned against it.
Her breath came out shaky.
This was her life now.
She struggled slowly to the bed and sat down. This time her stomach was twisted not with sickness, but with fear. Fear of the lie she'd told. Even the apprehension of the future that she had already chosen.
As soon as she was out of her shoes, she heard footsteps descending the staircase.
A man's voice.
Her heart skipped painfully.
Marcus.
Ava froze. She remained in silence, listening.
She could hear his footsteps ascending the stairs.
Her chest tightened. Please don't come here. Please.
But now the foot-steps paused at her door.
There was a gentle knock.
"Ava?" The voice of Marcus was heard at the door. "It's me."
Her fingers were gripping the bedsheets. She couldn't answer. No, she thought, she was certain to weep had she spoken.
The door opened slowly.
Marcus was there, high and well-known, and his jacket was still on. His eyes noticed her immediately, and he changed once he saw her.
"Hey," he said softly. "What happened?"
Ava repressed herself from staring at him. The attempt almost made her snivel. He looked worried. Tired. Kind.
And everything she did, did not seem to be what it was.
"I am okay," she answered in a rush, but her voice was so tremulous.
Marcus frowned. He went into the room and closed the door. "You don't look fine."
"I said I am all right," Ava repeated, a little too fast.
Marcus studied her face. "You're pale. You're shaking."
"I'm just tired."
He didn't believe her. She could tell that.
Marcus stood back and inquired, in a whisper, "Why? Is something happening at the hospital?"
Her heart jumped in her ribs.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "It was nothing."
Nothing is likely to get you home with that kind of look.
She turned her back on him and gazed at a window. The daylight was bitter and brisk.
Marcus moved closer. Not too close. No more than enough to make her feel his presence.
You can speak to me, Ava, he said to himself.
The words almost broke her.
She drew her arms into herself. "I really can't."
Marcus sighed softly. Your mom told me you were not feeling well.
Ava's stomach dropped. "She... she told you?"
"She had not told me anything in detail," he said. "But she was... intense."
That was one word for it.
Marcus put himself down so that he looked at her level. "Look at me."
Slowly, Ava turned her head.
His eyes were roving over her face, but stopping at each word, as though he were attempting to read anything written on her features.
"There is something you are trying to cover up," he said.
Her breath caught.
"No, I'm not."
"Ava, I said- here-here, look at me."
She shook her head quickly. "You don't. Not anymore."
She could not take the words in before they came out.
Marcus stiffened. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing," Ava said fast. "I didn't mean..."
She stopped. Talking felt dangerous. All the
words might cleanse away all the lies and secrets.
Marcus straightened slowly. "Did I do something wrong?"
This broke her heart a little.
"No," she whispered. "You didn't."
Why do you look like you are falling apart then?
Ava bit her lips. Tears blurred her vision. She shook them off with obstinacy.
"I just need rest," she said. "That's all."
Marcus stared at her for some time. His jaw tightened a bit.
"Okay," he said finally. "If that's what you want."
He looked around the door and stopped.
"Ava," said he, now in a lower tone. "You should tell someone, in case you are sick, in case something is wrong."
She did not look and nodded.
He stopped and muttered, "You need not carry all of it yourself."
The door closed behind him.
Ava exhaled a breath that she had not been aware of holding back.
Her hands flew to her stomach.
I am sorry, she said to herself. "I'm so sorry."
Marcus was sitting on the wall down the stairs, his eyebrows drawn.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
And whatever it was, Ava was unprepared to explain to him.
With gradually increasing anxiety, he straightened.
"Ava..." he murmured to himself.
One question rang in his ears and was becoming heavier with every second.
What are you hiding from me?
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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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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?