100 Greatest Novels Ever

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

Lina Flynn is 19 years old, young, trusting, and betrayed by the one person she never thought would hurt her. She wakes up in a cold, unfamiliar cell, her mind clouded with confusion and fear. Nothing makes sense. The last thing she remembers is the dizziness creeping in, her vision blurring as her body grew heavy, until darkness pulled her under. Now, she’s been sold. But how? And more importantly, who did this to her? The questions haunt her, refusing to let her rest. Then, tragedy strikes, but in the chaos, Lina finds a chance to run. To escape. To survive. Her desperate escape leads her somehere out of the ordinary , a werewolf territory ruled by power, instinct, and dominance. Now trapped in the unknown, Lina must fight to stay alive in a place that could either protect her… or destroy her completely.

Avery had loved Elliot for too long. She had played some tricks behind his back to get his attention. But, what happens when things don't exceed her expectations. She only wanted to acquire a lover but she ends up being gifted three babies in return. But, things don't go her way after she finds out about the pregnancy. So she runs away to save herself from Elliot's wrath. What will she do when she returns and the man who supposedly hated her is beginning to show signs of warmth towards her?

Harris Black's sister died, which has sent his world in a spiral gloom. Having to juggle the loss of his closest family member, and high school, Harris struggles to find the light in his life. He just wants to run away with his girlfriend, Sarah, to Stonefall where they can live off their musical dreams. While Harris struggles with the darkness of grief, Sarah White deals with her own issues. Her dad is a drunk, and hardly pays attention to her, and she faces bullies at school because of what she wears. As they navigate their lives together, willing to work through their own pain to create something wonderful, secrets come out, and a loss larger than Harris's sister shakes the lives of these two teens.

“The final judgment has been made,” Alpha Derrick said. “Liam will be burned alive…” He paused, his eyes turning to me. “And Oprah will be buried alive for committing such an atrocious crime!” ********* She was his Luna. His mate. His everything. Until he chose to believe the lie. Accused of betrayal, rejected by her own mate, and sentenced to be buried alive while carrying his child, Oprah watched her world burn at the hands of the man she loved. But death didn’t take her. It remade her. Four years later, she returns, not as the broken woman he destroyed, but as a powerful and untouchable queen, hiding behind wealth, beauty, and a name the world fears. And she didn’t come back alone. When Alpha Derrick comes face to face with the woman he buried… and the child who looks exactly like him, his world begins to crumble. Because some mistakes don’t fade. They come back, with vengeance. Tour with me, for more in THE ALPHA'S GREATEST MISTAKE.

For four years, Alice Watson has worn the title of Luna like an invisible chain. Married to Alpha Benjamin Kane — a man who has never believed her, never wanted her, and never let a single day pass without reminding her that she was a mistake — she exists only in the margins of her own life. A one-night tragedy neither of them remembers the same way. A pregnancy he calls a trap. A son he refuses to love. That was the deal Alice made: stay quiet, stay small, and survive the ruins of a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Then their four-year-old son Lucian collapses. Diagnosed with a terminal illness. One month left to live. No cure in sight — because Benjamin himself terminated the only research that could have saved him. Alice is done begging for love. But her son is dying with a single, desperate wish: a father who shows up. So she offers Benjamin the one thing he has been demanding for years. A divorce. Her signature on the dotted line. All he has to do is play the part of a good father for thirty days. Benjamin agrees. He doesn't know he's agreeing to the month that will dismantle everything he thought he knew. As he's forced to spend real time with Lucian — to actually see him — the ice around his contempt begins to crack. And the woman he spent four years dismissing, the woman he kept quiet and small and at the edges of his life, turns out to be the heir to a pack more powerful than his own — a woman who was never ordinary, only unseen.

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]

Donald Lee is a cold and heartless man , He doesn't feel emotions either. He doesn't believe what called LOVE is . But one day Donald Lee went to a famous and expensive bar and he didn't think he would fall in love to the man singing on stage. Donald Lee thought it was just an admiration and nothing more, but when he kissed the man Donald Lee knew it wasn't just an admiration.

I knew that my father did not like me since I was young. When I wanted to commit suicide to end the pain caused by my illness, he was celebrating another child’s birthday. He hated my mother and me alongside her. So, when I told him that I was sick, he did not believe me. “Is this your new tactic to get money from me?” No one believed that the daughter of the Powell family could die because she was too poor to pay the hospital fees. My father did not believe it either. However, when he saw my dead body, the famous actor who hated his daughter actually went insane.

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.