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 7
Ava couldn't sleep that night.
Whenever she shut her eyes, she continued to see the ugly face of her mom. Marriage was a sound that was still ringing in her ears, as if it were, a judge delivering a verdict. Her stomach turned, and her chest ached as though it was feeling so tight that she could not breathe.
Morning came too fast.
Marcus walked in, and she was at the kitchen table staring at a cup of tea that had already gone cold.
"Morning," he said gently.
Ava flinched when he said it. She sat up in a jerk and gave a small smile. "Morning."
Marcus paused. He gazed at her forehead in the same way as he did last night. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Yeah, a little," Ava lied.
He pushed a chair up and sat opposite her. "You still don't look okay."
"I said I was fine!" She said so fast as she wrapped her fingers around the mug, which was cold.
Marcus frowned. "Ava..."
She made a breath, attempting to prepare herself. This was it. She was forced to speak something that was believable. Something simple.
"I'm just stressed," she said. "School's been... a lot."
Marcus tilted his head. "School?"
Yeah, yeah, I said to myself. Exam papers, tests, piles and piles. I guess my body just reacted."
She experienced the guilt striking her.
Her throat closed up, and she would be afraid for a moment that she would choke at the lie. She stared at the table lest he remember that she was lying.
Marcus was quiet.
Ava, he said slowly, school stress does not normally cause one to look like a person is about to fall over.
She laughed nervously. "Well, I guess I'm just weak."
"That's not true," he said firmly.
She shrugged. "Maybe I'm just tired."
Marcus sat back in his chair. You see, you can speak to me, you know.
Her chest hurt.
"I know," she said softly. "But really, it's nothing."
Marcus did not immediately respond. He simply stared at her, his face a question that he was not asking.
Ok, ok, he said at length. "If you're sure."
"I am,"Ava said, but her voice shook.
He got on his feet and, as he left the kitchen, looked back. In case the stress becomes acute, promise that you will complain to someone.
She nodded fast. "I promise."
Another lie.
Marcus walked out of the kitchen, but the burden of his worry remained. When he had gone, Ava dropped her head into her hands.
"I am sorry," she said. To him, to herself, to the life inside her.
She had no time to take a breath of relief when her mom entered the room.
The heels of Patricia tap, tap, tapped.
"You're awake," Patricia said.
"Yeah, Mom."
Patricia looked at the tea that had not been drunk. "You didn't eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat," Patricia said. You no longer think about yourself alone.
Ava stiffened.
On the counter, Patricia picked up her phone. "I've made a call."
Ava's heart skipped. "A call?"
"Yeah." Patricia didn't look at her. "I called Mark."
The world tilted.
"You did what?" Ava rose so quickly it sounded as though her chair was scraping the floor.
Patricia swung around, her face composed and without expression. He has a right to be aware of what is expected of him.
"Mom, no!" Ava shook. "You can't just-"
"I can, and I did," Patricia said. Responsibility is required in this situation.
Ava's hands trembled. "You didn't even ask me."
Patricia said coldly, There's nothing to ask. "You're pregnant. He's the father. He'll do the right thing."
Ava found she was unable to breathe. "You don't know that."
Patricia's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"
"Nada," Ava said quickly. I only, it is all too fast.
"It is too late, Ava, it is too late," Patricia replied. "Mark is coming over today."
Ava's stomach dropped. "Today?"
"Yeah."
Ava shook her head, becoming panicked. "I'm not ready. I have not even spoken to him decently.
That was something you should have thought of before, Patricia said. I will not allow you to bring a bastard child into the world.
"I did not ask you to," Ava said.
Patricia's face hardened. "Lower your voice."
Ava closed her lips. Her heart beat was sore from pondering.
"When's he coming?" Ava asked quietly.
"This afternoon," Patricia replied. "And you'll be polite. You won't embarrass me."
Patricia walked out of the kitchen after giving her phone back to her. She seemed to have finished the conversation.
Ava stood there, frozen.
Mark.
She had not digested all this herself, and now here she had to encounter him. Explain. Lie. Convince.
Her phone buzzed in her hand.
She looked down at the screen.
A message.
Mark: Your mother tells us that we have to speak.
Her breath caught.
The words were lost in the tears in her eyes.
She sat back into the chair and gazed at the message as though it would fade away in case of prolonged observation.
She heard herself mumbling something horrible in her heart.
This was not her only lie.
And it was soon to become a lot worse.
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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?