❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

Cassio and alysium were happy. Until they weren't. 2 years married. Catching her husband cheating can she forgive? Can I get my wife to forgive me. Will she listen or will this lose me the only woman I've ever loved? He wants my forgiveness but I don't care about that. There's only one thing important to me right now and it isn't him.

For eighteen months, Samara has loved Luke wholeheartedly. She's ignored the uncomfortable feelings, swallowed her doubts, and convinced herself that Ari, Lukes sister's best friend was simply part of the package. Ari has always been there. Always taking up more space in Luke's life than any "friend" should. And every time Samara questioned it, Luke had an excuse ready. Ari was just blunt, Ari didn't mean anything by it. Ari was family. Ari had always been around. Then one recorded conversation is sent to Samara. TROPES: OWD Female Best Friend Sisters Best Friend Overheard (sent recording) TW: Body shaming - will be renaming this but needed to get this story out of my head

In emergency medicine, the golden hour is the crucial sixty-minute window after a traumatic injury-the brief span of time when the right care can mean the difference between survival and loss. Dr. Mason Carpenter lives for that hour. At St. Mary's Trauma Center, he is the golden boy of the Emergency Department. He's brilliant and calm under pressure. He's addicted to the adrenaline, the thrill, the absolute rush of saving patients knocking on death's door. At home, he's a devoted husband to his high school sweetheart - the love of his life - Honey. Or, he used to be. Honey Carpenter has loved Mason since they were fourteen, since he was the gangly boy with hearts in his eyes who stumbled through asking her out for ice cream. She stood beside him through medical school, residency, crushing debt, sleepless nights, and every sacrifice it took to build the life they dreamed about. Now she is pregnant with their first child. And Mason is married to his work. He's missing ultrasound appointments, the gender reveal, the baby shower, and, most importantly, he's not there to support Honey - who's having an incredibly difficult first pregnancy. Honey feels her husband is drifting farther and farther away into the ED, and no matter how many times she tries to tell him she is lonely, exhausted, and afraid, Mason gives her the same answer. "They need me." But Honey needs him too. As her pregnancy progresses, her loneliness twists into something darker, but her doctor dismisses her symptoms as "first-time mom jitters." And her husband is too busy saving strangers to see his own wife fading away. Until Honey collapses at home and is rushed into Mason's emergency room, fighting for her life and their daughter's. Now Mason has to reckon with what he was chasing, what he ignored, and what it may cost him - the woman he loves more than anything. And he can't lose Honey. He won't survive it. 💛 Second Chance 💛 Marriage In Trouble 💛 No Cheating

After many years of trying...and the pain of loss, I was finally pregnant. The night my sister got married, my husband drunkenly confessed to me that he had been in love with my sister for two years. I divorced him without talking to him. Now, two years later, I'm ready to listen.

​"I told myself I hated him. But hate is just love with nowhere to go." ​For Lily Thornes, the name Killian Blackwood is a jagged scar on her heart. Since they were children, she has belonged to him in every way that matters, her soul bound to a boy who watched the world burn with cold, hazel eyes. She loved him with a raw, visceral intensity-a love that was never returned, never acknowledged, and eventually, silenced. ​Five years ago, Lily did the only thing she could to survive: she ran. She built a life in the quiet, burying her melancholic poetry and her memories of him under layers of carefully constructed peace. She spent half a decade perfecting the art of avoiding the man who owned her. ​But fate has a cruel sense of irony. ​Killian is back. He isn't just a ghost in the hallways anymore; he's a physical, suffocating presence, and he's staying for a month. A month of shared air. A month of forced proximity. A month where Lily has to watch him from the sidelines, her heart breaking all over again as she sees him with Clara, a woman who seems to have everything Lily ever craved. ​Lily expects the cold shoulder. She expects the silence. ​What she doesn't expect is the shift in the air. The way his gaze follows her every move. The way his silent indifference turns into a dark, terrifying possession. ​As the lines between protection and obsession begin to blur, Lily is forced to face a truth more dangerous than his absence: Killian Blackwood doesn't just want her back. He's decided that she's the only soul he's ever truly wanted-and he's willing to burn the world down to prove it.

Grace Monroe never meant to fall for the town's biggest red flag. He's emotionally unavailable, covered in tattoos, drinks too much whiskey, disappears without explanation, and somehow still thinks glaring counts as communication. Oh... and he keeps fixing things she never asked him to touch. Her car. Her porch. Her life. Parker Calhoun was never supposed to become someone's safe place. Not after war. Not after grief. And definitely not after burying the only woman he ever loved. A retired Navy SEAL and legendary sniper, Parker has spent years outrunning ghosts, drowning memories in whiskey, and remembering the future he lost when his wife died overseas. Love isn't part of the plan anymore. Then Grace crashes into his life with smoky pink hair, sharp opinions, and a five year old little brother she's desperately trying to raise after losing their mother. She's twenty three, stubborn as hell, running on exhaustion and coffee, and somehow still manages to carry the weight of the world without asking anyone for help. Especially not Parker's help. At first, they clash. She thinks he's overbearing. He thinks she's impossible. But somewhere between late night phone calls while he's gone on missions he won't talk about, groceries mysteriously showing up on her porch, and a little boy who starts telling people Parker is his dad... Things start feeling dangerously close to a relationship. The problem? Parker knows exactly what happens when he loves someone. He loses them. And Grace has already buried enough people to know loving a man built for war comes with an expiration date. Because legends don't stay retired. And men like Parker Calhoun never come home unchanged. Some scars don't fade. But maybe some hearts are worth the risk.

"You only know how you love her when you let her go." ---Dave Kings She's busy loving him while he's busy loving another. Rhea Blight has always been into that Billionaire whom she fell in love with during her third grade. The problem is, she is only a little girl in his eyes. A clumsy girl, a dumb girl, and a low IQ girl. He never considered her a romantic partner, hence, he couldn't even imagine himself as her boyfriend. He only showed her just how much he hated her and disliked her to the point of hurting her. Then finally, she gave up. She's tired of making him fall for her. Maybe they're not meant to be together. Until she met a guy who she didn't expect to turn the tables on her. The man she's running after in the past is now running after her! (ᴄʀᴇғɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ)

They say we have the perfect life. A powerful surgeon. A respected doctor. A beautiful home. A child. And a marriage everyone admires. Our marriage was never built on love. It started with a mistake. However I wouldn't dare to call our son a mistake... We live together. We share a life. But we are not really together. He is cold, distant, and always in control. Everyone respects him. Everyone admires him. Even me. But he has never loved me. And sometimes... I wonder if he ever will.

An MC/Country living crazy ride! With all the dramatic and OTT we could ask for. Or maybe not! Sandra was raised a bit wild in the country. She chose to settle down when she moved an hour away to make a life for herself. But what's that old saying? 'You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl?' Yep. That's Sandra to a tee. And when her husband breaks one of her two rules, the country girl comes roarin' back to life. Road Dog was frustrated with the way he and his wife, Sandra, would argue. He would let her stew until she got over it, then she would come to him and make peace. But he broke one of her rules and she isn't playing anymore. Road Dog finally gets to see the wife he had never seen before. Can he save his marriage, or will Sandra choose to leave him for a 'good ole country boy'?