A Quiet Place Fanfiction Novels & Stories

On the day I return to the pack once again, my future mate, Kellan Cohen, throws a fancy banquet for me. My younger sister, Lia Smith, asks me loudly while holding a champagne flute, "Ella, I heard that you were exiled to the wilderness where the lowly inbreds roamed instead of patrolling the borders. Is that true?" Everyone gasps in surprise upon hearing Lia's question. Kellan shoots Lia a glare immediately. If this were to happen a year ago, I would've taught Lia a lesson right there and then. But instead of getting mad at her, I even take off the bracelet, which is a family heirloom, and put it onto her wrist just to thank her for showing her "concern" toward me. Not only that, but I also bring up the fact that I want Lia to replace me as a candidate to host the next day's offering ceremony with Kellan. Mom is happy to see me behaving like this. As she pats me on the head, she says, "It seems that Ella finally has learned how to play nice." But Kellan just stares at me with mixed emotions swirling in his eyes. "Didn't you claim that you'd rather die than hand over the position to Lia?" I just sigh quietly on the inside. He's right, but the truth is, I'm about to die.

On one mid-autumn day, my national classified mission finally came to an end. I dug out the phone I hadn't touched for four years, planning to call my wife, Nora Christie, and tell her that I'd be coming home. But the moment my phone screen lit up, I saw a public court notice declaring me… dead. I froze. Then, I looked closer. The person who had filed the petition to have me legally declared dead was Nora. Frowning with confusion, I dialed her number. With a soft chuckle, she brushed it off, saying that it must have been a clerical error by some court intern. Then, she asked when I would be coming home. Just when I was about to answer, I heard a soft, restrained moan from Nora. "Ah, don't touch me there…" Realizing something wasn't right, I told her that I would be back in a few more years before hanging up. Then, I grabbed the medal I had earned from four years of service to my country, and took the next train home. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I arrived. Right outside my front door, Nora was holding a wedding ceremony. The groom was Henry Crowley, the poor student I had sponsored!

Stellina did not expect that her life would change drastically when Diego, an Underboss of the Pacnozzi mafia clan, asked her to be his wife. Of course the request was not based on love. Because Diego only wanted to use Stellina to replace his wife, Vellina, who died in a car accident. Stellina, who look similiar to Vellina, could not refuse Diego's request when the life of the father she loved so much was at stake. When Stellina finally joined the Pacnozzi family to replace Vellina, she seemed to bring a warmth that had never filled the mansion until now. Arianna, the daughter of Diego and Vellina really loves her current mother because Stellina treats Arianna with great affection, unlike Vellina who always snaps and scolds her all the time. But somehow, Vellina's cousin Matteo finds out about Stellina's identity and blackmails her. Stellina could not tell Diego for fear that Diego would stop her father's health treatment if Diego found out that someone else knew Stellina's true identity. How will Stellina deal with this situation and save herself in the mafia's lair? Will Diego let the woman who has slowly stolen his heart fight alone?

Marry him or die" When Lira is abducted, she is given an impossible choice, to impersonate Sophia Vale and marry the ruthless mafia lord Sebastian Jameson or watch her grandmother die. She has no choice but to say, "I do" But Sebastian doesn't want a wife; he wants revenge, and he swears to destroy the woman she represents. However, the line between hatred and desire is thinner than she thought, and when Lira finds herself falling for Sebastian, the truth about her identity could destroy it all. Can her marriage survive the deception and lies it was built on?

Valentina Castillo, 22, never owed her father’s debts—but when her runaway sister leaves a night to her wedding, she is handed over as payment, a bride stolen for a price she cannot refuse. Nikolai De Luca, Miami’s ruthless Don, gave a man three choices: repay his debt, give his life… or offer a bride. When she was brought before him—trembling, unprepared, aware of the darkness in his gaze, he decided in an instant. She would be his. In his world, power is absolute, and a wife is not a partner—she is a possession. And once Nikolai De Luca claims what is his… even death itself can’t take it from him.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

“You look like her… but you’re not her. Are you?” Nina never asked for this life. But when the powerful Whitlock family offers her a chance to wipe her family's generational debt in exchange for one thing—becoming their dead daughter—she says yes. Now, she lives in Adelaide Whitlock’s mansion. Sleeps in her bed. Wears her clothes. Even answers to her name. All she has to do is fool everyone—Adelaide’s icy parents, the ruthless elite ruling the six families, and worst of all… the two men who knew Adelaide best. Axel, the perfect fiancé who seems too loyal to be true. Nathan, the forbidden flame who stirs up feelings Nina should not be having. But as Nina digs deeper into Adelaide’s past, cracks start to show. Memories don’t line up. Secrets bubble beneath the surface. And the biggest twist? Adelaide’s ghost—figuratively or not—refuses to stay buried. Now, Nina must choose: Keep the illusion alive… or destroy it before it destroys her. But what happens when ghost you're replacing refuses to stay dead ?

George Milton took me eight times in a single night. By the ninth, his hand gripped my waist, his voice rough with satisfaction as he rasped, "Baby, I want you to use that innocent-but-sexy look you've got to go seduce Jordan." My entire body went rigid. Then I found out—George's first love, Sarah Byrnes, had been ditched by Jordan Baker, leaving her heartbroken. He wanted me to take revenge for her, to make Jordan taste the agony of being abandoned by the one he loved. After my family had gone bankrupt, I was delivered straight to George's bed. Naively, I believed he treated me differently. After all, I had been the woman at his side the longest. But he only sneered. "The reason I keep you is because you look like Sarah. She's hurting. Now it's your turn to do your part. With reddened eyes, I agreed, swallowing every foolish hope I should never have harbored. Soon, I captured the aloof and untouchable Jordan's heart. And for the first time, George lost control. He wept as he begged, "Catelyn, I regret it. Come back to me, please?"

When my brother Beau Campbell and I drowned together at the age of four, I was the only one who survived. From that day on, my mother came to loathe me. She would often creep into my room at night with colorful "candies" in her hand, trying to pry open my mouth. However, Dad always stopped her just in time. Later, I cut off my long hair and threw away all my dresses, desperately trying to become Beau's shadow. Only then would Mom spare me a glance. Three years passed, and Mom got pregnant again. She said it was Beau coming back to us. I was happy for her and told myself it was good that Beau was back. After all, it also meant this family no longer needed the stand-in who had lived in his place. So, I found the same "candies" Mom once tried to force into my mouth, and I quietly swallowed them.

The day I buried my mother, my husband, Luca, the Don Ricci, conveniently disappeared. Later, my best friend, Annie, sent me a video. In it, she stood beside Luca in a hospital room while a doctor confirmed her pregnancy. Luca looked… happy. Radiant, even. The baby was theirs. Then another message came. Annie’s voice, “Sis, looks like you failed—just like your mother did against mine.” I had always known my father cheated on my mother and had a child out there somewhere. I just never imagined… it was Annie. That night, Luca came home—with Annie by his side. I said only four words. “I want a divorce.” Luca refused, saying I wouldn’t survive without him—but it was just gaslighting. In truth, he couldn’t afford to lose me or my family’s power. So I called one man Luca hated most in this world—his uncle, Stefan Ricci. The man who once stood equal to Luca in the race for power… If Luca believed he could humiliate me and still keep me tethered to him—his perfect little guarantee to the Don’s seat.… Then I could just as easily make another man take his place.