Ace Story の小説・ストーリー

Summary Of Story: Justina Summers is an eighteen-year-old who hasn't shifted yet. After seeing her Mate, who has been ignoring the mate bond, and her Best friend kissing at her seventeenth birthday party, she asks her mom if she could move with her Aunt Fiona in the Half Moon Pack, and her mom agrees. A year later, She is summoned back to the Full Moon Pack by her Alpha and has no choice but to return to the Pack she never wanted to step foot into again. What will happen when she is forced to confront her past? What will happen when her Mate, the new Alpha of the Pack, tells her that everything he did in the past was to protect her? Will she believe him and give him a chance, or will she reject him? You will have to read to find out!

I finally became pregnant after my husband and I underwent over a dozen rounds of IVF. However, to my horror, I discovered that the embryo growing inside me was the fertilized egg of my husband and the family maid. They even schemed to have me disappear so that the child could inherit everything. I pretended not to know, carried the child to term, and took care of him, raising him with love and care. It was not until 20 years later that they forced me to sign a share transfer agreement by my hospital bed, along with a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. "After 20 years, we finally have our happy family. You never saw this coming, did you? The child you fought so hard to give birth to is my biological son!" Even my son, without any remorse, said, "Honestly, your illness is beyond help. It'd be better for you to just die." With a knowing, almost bittersweet, smile I replied, "For your happiness, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Charlotte Quan, a sheltered and captivating young woman, finds herself at the center of an extraordinary turn of events. As the last female heir of her esteemed family, she has always been protected and shielded from the outside world. However, everything changes when she is unexpectedly persuaded to embark on a business trip with the man who has captivated her heart since childhood. Her crush, a charismatic and enigmatic figure, holds the powerful position of a respected Don in the underworld. Though feared by many, he has always treated Charlotte with a mix of familiarity and tenderness, often referring to her as his "princess." Despite her upbringing in a sheltered environment, Charlotte has always been drawn to his intriguing world. As they venture together on the business trip, Charlotte's senses awaken to a world she has never dreamt of. Surrounded by luxury and danger, she begins to see glimpses of the man beyond the Don—a complex individual with layers of mystery.

I'm a dreamer.... I have been dreaming about my best friend for as long as I can remember..... A first kiss has been saved for him.... Now I am 21 years old with secrets and a fake world around me. Can I keep it all from crumbling down? Can I keep the past where it belongs?

Born with a scar on her face, Ivy Ryne is taunted and humiliated by her pack member. Her mother isn't left out which makes Ivy wonder if truly she's her mom. Slowly she loses her face because she always covered it with a mask in other to reduce the trolls. At some point she meets her mate, but then he chooses someone else over her, but the big question is why? This breaks her to the point she weeps her life out. She has just one dream and even that too is taken away from. These are too much difficulties for one young lady to handle. But the question is why did her mate choose someone else over her and would they be together in the future? *** daily updates of more than one chapter**

After Alicia is rejected by Alpha Eric, she runs away from the pack. Years later she gets another mate, Alpha Drake. However, war breaks out pitting her own brother against her mate. Alpha Eric is also involved, and maybe this is a good time for Alicia to revenge for what he did to her.

"Mr. Clarke, can you help me get rid of the tattoo on my butt?" The young man asks me for help with red-rimmed eyes. A lot of people have specifically requested me to tattoo something on their body. Honestly, this is the first time I've received a request to remove a tattoo from one's butt. He grits his teeth, as though he has finally made up his mind. "I just found out that my girlfriend has a husband! I want to break up with her, so I must get rid of the tattoo!" I nod in response. "Strip down and let me see the area and the mass covered." The man hesitates for a moment before turning his back on me and slowly taking off his pants. As soon as his right buttcheek is revealed, I feel my breath getting hitched in my throat. My wife, Annie Sylvester's face is actually tattooed on that area.

At my engagement party, a female dog was sitting on my fiancee’s seat. Her guy best friend, Ryan Anderson, was holding the leash. “Bro, don’t take it personally. Your fiancee drank too much the night before at her bachelorette party, that’s why I’m letting her sleep in for a bit longer.” Everyone looked at me mockingly as they laughed. I felt as though someone had slapped me. All the guests had arrived, but Lily Smith showed up late. “It’s our engagement party today. Are you asking me to marry a dog?” I asked as I suppressed my anger. Lily grabbed Ryan’s sleeve and glared at me impatiently. “What are you talking about? Ryan saw that I was too tired, so he let me rest for a bit longer. Are you seriously offended? “As my fiance, you should be more understanding, like him!” It felt ridiculous and wrong to me. My heart sank as I stood up. “Fine, since he treats you so well, you should marry him then!”

The woman he loves marries another man on his 18th birthday. He's alone during his birthday party, and he finishes the cake himself. She deliberately pushes him away and neglects him, even skipping out on his birthday party. Unfortunately, she doesn't know that this is his last birthday ever. He's about to die, and it'll happen on her wedding day.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.