A Tree Without Roots Novels & Stories

Raj is not just a handsome and intelligent businessman; he is the charismatic CEO of the prestigious Kapoor chain of hotels and industries. With a beautiful sister and a nurturing mother by his side, Raj seems to have it all. Deep down, however, he harbors a passion for music and dreams of becoming a celebrated singer—a dream put on hold after the tragic death of his father thrust him into the demanding world of business. In a twist of fate, Raj finds love in his charming secretary, Sujata. Their whirlwind romance culminates in a stunning wedding, but an unintentional tragedy casts a dark shadow over their union—Raj bears the weight of blame for Sujata's father's death. Just as life seems to be falling into place, tragedy strikes again as Raj dies mysteriously on the very night of their marriage. In the wake of his death, Sujata is consumed by vengeance, determined to take everything from Raj as a way of avenging her father's demise. Sadly, it is Raj's mother and sister who pay the ultimate price for his past mistakes. Yet, hope emerges in the form of Abhimanyu, the son Raj never got to know—a perfect reflection of his father with an equally enchanting voice and a passion for music. As destiny unfolds, Abhimanyu returns to his roots, where he encounters the captivating Pankhuri, leading him on a journey that awakens memories of his previous life as Raj. With love, music, and a quest for redemption at the heart of the story, the pieces of fate intertwine in unexpected ways, revealing how the past can shape the future in the most profound manner.

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."

For seven years, Grace has been the dutiful "moon goddess" at the side of Alpha King Ethan Silver, enduring his indifference while desperately trying to strengthen the weakening MATE bond between them. On her birthday, she returns to the eastern territories only to find her home empty - her partner absent and her daughter, whom she brought up as a child, estranged. "I've got something going on here, tomorrow." Ethan's impatient voice came over the phone, but Grace caught another female voice in the background. Olivia Stone. Her half-sister. "Aunt Liv is so handsome, I love Aunt Liv so much, why is mommy so annoying." She heard her daughter Emma complain. The truth becomes irrelevant when Grace finds Ethan and Olivia in an intimate embrace in his office. The mate bond she tried so hard to defend meant nothing to him. "Who gave you permission to come in here!" Ethan's expression was justified, and Grace stood rigid, the coffee tray trembling in her hands. Determined to leave them and rebuild her work and her life, Grace ditches the Silver family and her position at pack medical to return to her roots as a therapist and reconnects with her former partner, Dominic Hayes. As Grace rebuilds her life and professional standing, Ethan begins to notice her absence. But is it too late? Grace has awakened to the fact that she doesn't want to be his Luna anymore. Can she truly sever the seven-year mate bond? And what happens when Ethan finally realizes what he's lost?

“Marry me, Vera Mactthorn,” he said evenly. “And I promise I’ll bring all your enemies to their knees.” ——— After being missing for two years and six months, Vera returns from the hands of her kidnappers expecting to find her husband and family waiting for her. Instead, she comes home to betrayal. Not only did her family fail to look for her, they quietly erased her from the family tree, taking everything she worked for and throwing her to the wolves. With no home, no money, and nowhere to turn, Vera’s life takes a darker turn when she is accused for something she didn’t do. That is where she meets Orion Blackwood—New York’s most feared and powerful businessman. The man her husband idolized. The man her father hated. The man who offers her a deal no one else would dare make. Marriage. Orion promises her protection, power, and revenge. He offers her a new name, a new life, and the chance to destroy everyone who buried her alive. What he does not tell her is that he is far more connected to her past than she realizes. As Vera and Orion navigate a dangerous world of power, secrets, and revenge, a fragile bond begins to form, one neither of them planned for. But both are hiding truths capable of destroying everything they are building. When the revenge is complete and the secrets come to light, will love be enough to survive the betrayal? Or will the truth cost them everything?

"In a world governed by digital codes and blood-stained transactions, he is the law. But she is the glitch he never saw coming." Laxus Morgan is a man of two faces. By day, he is the untouchable titan of the tech industry. By night, he is the ruthless Sovereign of the London Clan—a man whose Filipino roots run deep, but whose mercy runs dry. Wealth, power, and the lives of his enemies are all held firmly in his grasp. Until he met Amara. Amara isn't just an employee; she is the genius ghost behind Laxus’s impenetrable firewalls. As his Elite Hacker and Personal Developer, she has seen every sin he has buried beneath layers of encrypted files. She holds the 'Kill Switch'—a digital weapon powerful enough to bury Laxus Morgan alive. Amara wants out. She’s tired of living in the shadows of his crimes, tired of the scent of gunpowder on her expensive clothes. But in Laxus’s world, leaving is synonymous with betrayal. And in the Mafia, betrayal is a debt paid only in blood. Determined to keep his most valuable asset, Laxus transforms his empire into a 'Golden Cage.' He will use every resource, every threat, and every dark obsession to keep her by his side. But as Amara tries to bypass the stone-cold heart of her boss, she finds herself falling into the deadliest trap of all: a man who is willing to burn the entire world to ashes—just to watch her rise from them. Who will break first? The woman with the evidence to destroy him, or the man who would kill the world to own her?

Amelia, a struggling single mother, dreams of providing a better life for herself and her 4-year-old daughter, Phoebe. Unbeknownst to Amelia, Phoebe carries the blood of a unique creature inherited from her gay father, Dave. Haunted by nightmares featuring werewolves and other underworld creatures, Amelia longs to escape the city and find solace in her own home. One serene Sunday afternoon, Amelia finds herself drifting to sleep beneath the shade of a magnificent tree near her dream house. Little does she know that Martin, the charismatic leader of the Tikaluna Tribe and a werewolf with a romantic soul, is about to enter her life. Martin is instantly captivated by Amelia's beauty and falls deeply in love with her. As their bond grows stronger, Martin presents Amelia with an enticing offer - a life filled with wealth, power, and love. However, there is a condition: she must leave her daughter behind. Determined to stay with Phoebe, Amelia challenges Martin to abandon his tribe and undergo a ritual that would strip him of his immortality, allowing them to live as mortals together. Meanwhile, the townspeople desperately seek Martin's aid in protecting them from the relentless attacks orchestrated by his rival beast clan. Martin finds himself torn between his duty to his tribe and his love for Amelia. Will Martin sacrifice his immortality for the sake of love? And will Amelia prioritize wealth and power over her daughter's happiness?

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?