Three years ago Y/N caught her husband, Damien, in bed with another woman, Michelle. Y/N left him and Damien spent an entire month begging and pleading for her to come back.
On the day my mate's dying first love went into labor, his parents posted ten warriors at my door. They did it only to stop me from storming the delivery room and ruining the birth of Alpha Kaelen's heir.
Eddie and Buck(9-1-1) have been dating a long time. It's always been Buck and Eddie. Buddie. No one at the 118 expected them to begin dating a third because they're basically soulmates. Yet they both fall in love with another. And they begin dating him, for months they all date, until Buck and Eddie ask him to move in. He agrees but only after does the change really begin. Miscommunication, excluding him from things. Not on purpose but the hurt, the way people talk. It could be detrimental. M/m
Christopher Diaz( aged up to 18 and in his senior year of high school) has the biggest crush on his friend. The problem? Chris doesn’t think he has a chance with his CP. Feelings run high one night, leading to a one night stand where Chris loses his virginity to said friend. They swear not to speak of it again, Chris mostly. But Y/c is a male carrier, capable of conceiving, carrying the 1 in 30,000 gene.
Blue Bennings at fifteen years old was in love. He knew Y/N since he was little and they had been dating since they were thirteen. But Blue’s experience with relationships weren’t the best considering his mother and the fact he had no idea who his father was.
The contractions started. My vampire mate locked me in an ice coffin carved with runes —just to delay our child's birth until his childhood sweetheart Isolde pureblood heir received the ancient blessing. I begged. He called me poison. "I'll be back after she gets the honor." When the blessing finally crowned Isolde, he remembered me. He ordered his blood thrall to release me, but the thrall's voice trembled with terror. "My lord... Lady Gracie and the child... their life signs... they're gone."
The smell of burnt rubber and race fuel clings to everything in the No Prep Kings circuit—late nights, cash bets, and reputations built (or broken) in seconds. It’s a world where nothing is guaranteed… except one thing: