Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

Later, a man and woman walk to the field. My heart was beating fast.  “Ah, here they are. Our marking ceremony will start soon. Cameron, Lisa, please stand here!” Alpha Horace said.  Before I could stop myself, I stood and walked to approach them. “Stop it! The marking ceremony should be stopped!” *** The book is a spin-off of The Alpha King and I, but both books can be read as stand-alone. It is the second book of The Moon City Series. When the past life was tragic, what if the next life offers a new possibility? As an Omega, Anna Warren is reborn from the dead, fully remembering her past life as Victoria Lewis, a vampire. However, her spouse—Cameron Black who lived as Constantine Night, a royal werewolf, now lives as an Alpha of their pack—doesn't remember his past life. Love is as strong as death since even through all, Anna will strive to win Cameron back. Can Anna make Cameron remember his past life and have the happy second chance of life?

"Basically, I, Jones Jackson begged to hug you and we fell asleep on my bed?" "Yes, that's exactly what it is," she maintained. "Did we...? Did you..?" His brows furrowed as his mind flashed him a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "Did I what?" "Ah, never mind, I could never with you." He shook the vague thoughts away, he didn't like her one bit so attaining that level of intimacy was implausible even under the influence of alcohol. Like she could hear his thoughts, she reflected them, "oh, that could never happen, boss, you're not my type of man. If it's okay, can I leave now?" This diminutive girl always found a way to hurt the Almighty Jackson's ego. ~~~ Maria needs an urgent way to get to the top of her career, and Jackson needs a wife to get out of trouble. These two adopt a means of using each other for their specific purposes, till their contract becomes more than they ever bargained for.

"Stop…. Ah~" I whimpered, my voice timid as he started kissing my neck. I shivered as his mouth latched on my skin. "I thought we could be friends " He chuckled and brought his mouth up to my ear, nibbling it slowly, "You thought wrong Angel.'' Marilyn Smith is a simple middle class girl . All she sees is the good in people and all he sees is bad. Xavier Bass', the well known 'big bad' of the university hates how sweet Marilyn was with everyone but him. He hates how she pretended to be innocent or how she refused to believe that the world around her isn't only made of flowers and rainbows. In conclusion, Marilyn is everything that Xavier despises and Xavier is everything that Marilyn craves. Xavier is a big bully and Marilyn is his beautiful prey. The tension between them and some steamy turns of events brought them together causing a rollercoaster of emotions between them and making a hot mess . After all the big bad was obsessed with his beautiful prey. Will their anonymous relationship ever take a romantic turn?

Aria's mother died while giving birth to her which led her father to hate her. She's to work for herself and the fact that she is wolfless makes him hate her more while everyone at school bullies her. Aria has accepted the life of a loser. She thinks that's how she's always going to live— alone and bullied. But one day, she’s cornered by the future Beta of the pack in the restaurant where she works, and seethes at her, "How can you be my mate? You're a loser!" Heartbroken and emotional, Aria runs away from there... Only to bump into the Alpha Male, who catches her in his arms and smirks at her flirtatiously, "Ah, Aria, we meet again?" While her mate and the Beta hate her and want to reject her, the Alpha wants to date her. But there's a problem!— They both are enemies! Now Aria is caught in a foreboding situation. Should she reject her mate, the Beta, and give the Alpha a chance? Or... Should she ignore them both and get on with her life as associating with either can lead to dire consequences for her?

“Uh, sir, maybe it's better for you to get dressed first?" Amy said. “No need, Ms. Brooke. I'm more comfortable this way.” Samuel smiled, pulling Amy's hand so her position was closer to him. “Besides, I won't need the towel for much longer.” Amy frowned to hear that. “What do you mean?” “Please, Ms. Brooke, ah, maybe I should call you Amy instead. After this, we will be more intimate. It will be awkward to call each other by our last name. Agree?” *** Amy Brooke (twenty years old), the eldest daughter of Brooke's family, has everything all women want: youth, beauty, wealth, and a great family. However, she will lose all in an event and changes her life immensely. Samuel Hoffner (thirty five years old), a billionaire, has everything all men want: great looks, wealth, popularity, and power. However, he is an anti-commitment guy. When they will meet each other and tie in a marriage contract, what will happen later? Can Amy make Samuel fall in love with her? Will their marriage survive or will it be only a short-term arrangement?

On the first day of my husband's business trip, an unknown number calls me. It belongs to an employee of a pharmacy. The employee sounds very anxious over the phone. "Hello, are you related to Mr. Yates by any chance? He came to the pharmacy this afternoon to buy a box of morning-after pills, but he left right away without paying for the pills. Please pay the bill right now." My mind buzzes at the news. Morning-after pills? I suppress my emotions immediately before calling Zachary. I begin probing him afterward. "Where did you go this afternoon, honey? Your credit card statement shows that the payment you've made at a pharmacy has failed to go through." Zachary pauses for half a second before letting out a soft chuckle. "Ah, I bought the pills for a new intern in my department. She's a young woman who gets flustered easily, so I ran an errand for her." I just smile while saying "okay" to Zachary. After ending the call, I call the pharmacy once again, this time in a cold voice. "Send me your pharmacy's address. I'll head over and pay the bill in person."

           Méah, teenage a girl who lived a rough life in fear and seclusion, was blamed and being hunted down for all the bad luck that happened to their village. While fleeing from the angry fellow villlagers who want her dead, she just found herself far away from home. Unfortunately, things in the outside world was worse than she expected. Only then she found out that she was being controlled by Purple Smoke, a powerful, cunning demon of an unknown origin behind the murders that she committed, all for the sake to achieve immortality. Despite knowing that she is the heir of destruction, this didn't stop her from believing that there was still 'good' in her. And so she decided switch to the good side and follow a righteous path. She indeed became one but it came with a price not only to bet her own life on the line but also go against the person that she holds dearly in her heart, who also had an identity of his own and a duty to fulfill–to protect the world from her. However, a shocking truth was suddenly revealed and her fate was much more twisted than she had known it, unveiling more hidden mysteries about her existence...

“You hired me, to babysit a MAN?” Kiara asked glaring at the Russian mafia don who shrugged. His son stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest as the two men watched the fuming girl in front of them. “I never said ‘babysit’, I merely said ‘keep out of trouble’” the don answered her casually. “He is a man, he would be at least twenty-five…” “I’m twenty-eight, and thank you for noticing that I’m a man” Alessio said stopping her, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Ah, see, he’s even polite” his father said raising an eyebrow at Kiara who ran her fingers through her hair as she processed the situation she was in. “You told me to take care of your son!” “I never said that he was a kid though…” ******************** It all started with a job offer, one that united two different worlds. A girl who’s father is a federal agent, and a man, who was the future Russian mafia don. Her job was simple, keep the man out of trouble. However, what she didn’t know was that this trouble included him being a killer, one who was out for revenge.

-LUCIFER- I thrum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne impatiently. It has been three months since the demon seer Greta had come to me claiming that I, the King of Hell, have a mate. In all my thousands of years, I had never expected to come across her. Hell, I didn’t expect that my Father would have even gifted me with a mate, after everything I had done to be kicked from Heaven. To my dismay, Greta hadn’t been very helpful with information regarding my mate and her whereabouts. So that same day I paid the Fates a visit. Two of the three old crones are quite fond of me and usually assist me whenever I require it. “Ah, Lucifer, this is a pleasant surprise.” Clotho comments as she works with the thread of destiny in her hands. “Yes, it’s been too long since your last visit.” Lachesis says as she turns towards me, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Even if I wasn’t here about my mate, I would never touch her. Her and her sisters are literally shriveled up old ladies with grey hair and wrinkled skin...even the Devil has standards.