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 8
Ava listened to the doorbell being rung, and her heart sank.
She sat in her room, on a chair by the edge of her bed and was twisting her fingers. Her hands were sweaty, and her heart was beating too wildly. She had been anticipating this, but now that it had come, she would have wished to vanish.
Come down, Patricia called sharply from down the stairs.
Ava shut her eyes for a second. "Be strong," she told herself. "Just get through this."
She got up and walked out of her room. Every step on the staircase was a step into obscurity, as though she were going into something which she could never get out of.
Mark was standing in the living room.
He was not any different; he had his curly hair slightly dishevelled, his hands thrust into his pockets, but he was tense in his face. His eyes spotted Ava at once, and his look was altered by perplexity to surprise.
"What is this about?" Mark asked, his voice tight. "Your mom said it was urgent."
Patricia folded her arms. "You two need to talk. Alone."
Ava's head snapped up. "Mom-"
Patricia put a finger to her lips. "I'll be in the kitchen." She turned to Mark. "Do the right thing."
Then she went away and left the door between the living room and kitchen half open.
The silence that ensued was heavy and uncomplimentary.
Mark stared at Ava. "Okay," he said slowly. "What's going on?"
Ava swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. "We should sit."
"No," Mark said quickly. "Just tell me."
Her heart beat in her breast. She put her arms around herself as she suddenly felt cold.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
The words hung in the air.
Mark blinked once. Then again. "What?"
I am pregnant, Mark then burst out into a sharp laugh of disbelief. "That's not funny."
"I'm not joking."
The smile faded from his face. "No. No, that's not possible."
Ava looked down at the floor.
Mark took a step closer. "Ava, I haven't seen you in weeks. We broke up."
"I know."
Then how-- He hesitated, and slowly the dawn of knowing came to his eyes. "Wait. Are you serious right now?"
Ava nodded.
Mark passed his fingers through his hair and stamped his feet on the floor. "This doesn't make sense. Why am I only hearing about this now?"
"I was scared," Ava said quietly.
"Scared?" Mark turned to her sharply. "I'm finding out like this? From your mother?"
"I didn't know how to tell you."
Mark stopped pacing. "Whose is it?"
The query came to her like a slap.
Ava's chest tightened. This was the moment. The prevarication she had already given her father and mother now had to be repeated.
"It's yours," she said.
Mark stared at her.
He did not speak a word for a long time. His cheeks were pale, his gaze roaming on her, and trying to find in her something inconsistent.
"Mine?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes."
But we were hardly together, he said. "And you left me."
"I know," Ava said quickly. "But it happened before that. Before everything ended."
Mark shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I needed time," she whispered.
Mark again laughed, but it was without humour. "Time? Ava, this is a baby. You don't just take time."
I know, I know, I know, she said, breaking her voice. "I know I messed up."
He stopped in front of her. "Are you sure?"
The heart of Ava was beating in her ears. "Yes."
Mark studied her face. "Look at me."
Slowly, she lifted her eyes.
"Don't lie to me," he said. Not about anything, just like this.
I am not lying, she said to herself, and the idea of it showed me upside-down pain.
Mark took a step backwards and sat on the couch with a heavy sigh. He stooped, giving his elbows to his knees.
"This is insane," he muttered. I did not even know that you were unwell or anything.
I did not want anybody to know yet, Ava said.
"So what now?" Mark asked. Your mom called me already,but I had something to do.
Ava's stomach clenched. "She... she wants us to talk."
"That's an understatement."
Ava trembled and brought her hands near. "Mark, please. I need you to understand."
"Understand what?" he snapped. That you are pregnant, and only decided to have me dropped afterwards?
Well, I was not out to hurt you, said Ava. "I just didn't know what to do."
Mark looked up at her. His anger was clear now. Do you not know what this means?
"I do," she whispered. "That's why I'm terrified."
He stood up again. "And you're telling me it's mine."
It is.
Mark searched her face again.
Why does it look like you want to cry?
"Because I want to," Ava said. Tears filled her eyes. "I'm scared. I do not want it to become something ugly.
Mark's jaw tightened.
Then you ought to have done that before.
Ava wiped at her eyes.
"I know. But just now I want you to assist me.
"Help?" Mark repeated.
"What kind of help?"
She took a shaky breath.
"I need you not to deny this. Not in public. Not in front of my parents."
Mark stared at her.
"You want me to pretend?"
"No," she said quickly.
"I want you to stand by me. At least for now."
"For now?" he echoed.
Yes, "Please. Make no statement that will ruin me," just say nothing.
Mark crossed his arms.
"You're asking a lot."
I know, she said, and her voice was hardly maintaining itself.
But deny it, and my life will be ruined.
"That is dramatic," Mark said, but there was a wavering in his voice.
"It's not," Ava said.
"You don't know my mother."
Mark let out a long breath.
"This is too much."
Ava stepped closer.
"Mark, please. I'm begging you."
He stared at her, gazed at her, and there was a change in his face. Not anger. Not kindness. Something uncertain.
"Say it again," he said.
"Say what?"
"That the baby is mine."
Ava wavered only a fraction of a second.
Mark noticed.
His eyes narrowed.
"Why did you pause?"
"I didn't," Ava said quickly.
"Yes, you did."
She shook her head.
"I'm just tired."
Mark took a step closer to her. His voice lowered.
"Ava, look at me."
Her heart was pounding, and she looked him in the eye.
"Swear to me that baby is mine."
Ava opened her mouth.
And the falsehood, big and threatening, lay on her tongue.
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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?