4 Strings Take Me Away Novels & Stories

In her previous life, Scarlett sacrificed everything for Killian—helping him develop the "Silver Poison" antidote to gain the Werewolf Council's approval and successfully inherit the title of Alpha. Yet, she was ultimately murdered by Killian and his mistress, Tiffany. It turned out that Killian and Tiffany had been together all along; even the son Scarlett cherished so dearly was merely the result of a scheme Killian orchestrated to use her as a surrogate. Now, reborn into a second life, Scarlett discovers that she is, in fact, the true heir to the Moonlight clan—and that her fiancé is none other than the most powerful Alpha of all. This time, Scarlett is determined to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to her.

Strings Series Book 1 To avenge the life of a fallen autistic woman, that is Sisu's goal after entering Sian's body. Not until things went array and she discovered secrets after secrets. What will she do when these revealed her connection to this girl's life from the past and the future?

The stock remained in the warehouse for two months. The final payment due date arrived, but the company’s finance department was still unwilling to make the payment. I followed up numerous times, and the finance director finally got sick of me. “Our capital is all currently invested in wealth management products. If we liquidate it all, we’d lose four hundred dollars a day! Who then would bear the loss of the company? “Tell them to put it on our tab. We’ll immediately pay it once the investments mature!” I patiently explained that the supplier was not willing to accept any delayed payments. They would only hand us the stock once they received the money. She sized me up for a moment. “Women in sales are basically escorts! Just play coy with the supplier, and they would give you the stock! Why are you pretending to be better than that?” I was stunned. Left without a choice, I mortgaged my new house. The stock was worth four million dollars. I would be able to double the profit once I sold that off.

Victor Gunner, my husband, is a man of his prime - wealthy, attractive and the brilliant CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc. with stakes in the aviation and maritime industries. People often question why he married me because it was certainly not a love match nor was it a union of convenience. I believe it was because Victor felt ready and I was available. When I accepted his proposal, I naively thought my love was big enough for the two of us until he proved me wrong. Three years and our marriage began to crumble. For one, I can’t give him an heir. Then came Victor’s past love with a child in tow. A child who looks strangely like my husband. For the first time in years, I saw excitement filling Victor’s eyes. He dotes on them, recreating the dream of a perfect family, while I was gradually being cast aside, relegated to watching them enviously on the sidelines. I tried fighting for my place, but how can one fight a battle lost before it has begun? I had no place in his perfect family so when he proposed divorce, I accepted and never looked back. When we met again, I was an emerging heiress divorcee of our time, given countless accolades due to my work with women who underwent trauma in their relationships. It gave me immense satisfaction that for the first time, Victor saw my worth and wanted me back. Unfortunately, he has to fall in line. Three other men want me, too. All are wealthy, attractive and doting not only to me, but to my triplets as well. I watched in amusement how our roles quickly reversed. Now, Victor scrambled to beat all those men. But can he win this fight? Can love bloom beyond goodbye?

She buried Riley once… but some ghosts don’t stay in the ground. Valery’s heart has been locked away since the day she lost him. Despite their sour past, Derrick’s love is steady, patient - just enough to make her believe in a future again. Until Ryan walks in. This was Riley’s twin. His mirror. His shadow. One look from him, and the past crashes into the present, threatening to shatter everything she’s rebuilt. Will Valery fight for the love she’s found… or surrender to the one she’s never been able to let go?

Young Autumn Wilde was a happy she-wolf along with her twin, Summer Wilde, and her big brother, Luke Wilde. It was all she ever wanted. To be close with her family and played with pack members since she is the daughter of the Alpha of Red Moon pack. But, when she's 17, she ran away from the pack's house. She ran from one pack to another pack just to search for the most precious matter for her. By that, she lives in the woods, sleeps on the ground covered with leaves. But that's not the worst thing yet. The worst thing happened after the best sleep she ever had since she ran away from home. Why? Maybe you want to find out yourself......

Amara Blake’s life revolves around her son, Noah. Juggling two jobs and a past that left her wary of love, she never imagined her path would cross with Luca Moretti, a billionaire chef looking to open a new restaurant in her small town. When Amara takes a catering job at a local charity event hosted by Luca, sparks fly—but not the good kind. Their first encounter is fiery and full of misunderstandings. But soon, Luca sees something in Amara that he can’t ignore—strength, honesty, and warmth he didn’t know he needed. As their lives intertwine through food, family, and second chances, they’re forced to confront their fears. Amara must let go of her past, and Luca must learn that love isn’t a recipe you can control.

Serafina Marie Regnante led the perfect life.Gorgeous looks, beautiful personality, charismatic charm, loving parents, protective brothers, with her dream job and her own house, and not to forget the best fiancé anyone could possibly ask for.Her life was flawless: serene, secure, happy, meticulous, and beautiful.That is, until an untold secret leads to the death of those dearest to her, and causes her perfect world to come crashing down.In a place where peace and safety become foreign, where can she find the tranquility she most desires in a world of chaos?In her bodyguard, of course.A man whose sole purpose is her protection. Not only from the enemies out to get her but from the destruction inside her as well.But both of them knew to keep their feelings hidden away because she was the modern form of royalty, and he nothing more than a servant to the princess.Can the two keep it professional, or do their hands slip and their lips wander? *Completed*

An accident leaves Preston Brown unable to have children. The fight over his family's fortune is heating up. Desperate for an heir, Preston arranges for me to sleep with his best friend, Rowan Kerr. I quietly dump the sleeping pills Preston gave me and pretend to be clueless. Then, I lose myself in a night of passion with Rowan. … The next morning, right in front of Preston, I smile sweetly and say, "Honey, you were incredible last night. I've never felt so good." His expression darkens. "Do you prefer the man I am by day, or the one who takes you at night?" I act bashful, tugging on his sleeve. "Both. But I especially love the one who knows how to satisfy me at night."

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?