Alice Isn't Dead Novels & Stories

SYNOPSIS KISSED BY THE BILLIONAIRE I CAN'T STAND Elena Brooks spills champagne on billionaire Alexander Knight at his charity gala. Instead of a lawsuit, he summons her to his office and reveals the truth that destroys her world. Her father didn't leave debt behind from bad business decisions. He was deliberately destroyed by Alexander's father James after discovering evidence of massive financial crimes inside Knight Holdings. And his death on the Williamsburg Bridge two years ago wasn't an accident. Alexander was supposed to meet him that night. He arrived twelve minutes too late. Now Alexander needs the hidden files Thomas Brooks left behind before he died. Files locked in a Brooklyn storage unit only Elena can access. In exchange, he offers to clear every dollar of her father's debt and pay her five hundred thousand dollars. Elena agrees. But not just for the money. The moment they shake hands, her apartment is broken into. A photograph of her sleeping sister arrives as a warning. And among her father's scattered papers, Elena finds a photograph of a woman with her father's handwriting on the back. She knows everything. Keep her safe. The woman vanished three months after Thomas was fired. Before disappearing, she sent Alexander one message. Thomas had a daughter. James knows about her too. She's already a target. The message was sent four days before her father died. Elena isn't just the daughter of a man who found the wrong files. She's the loose end James Knight has been watching for two years. And now he knows she's coming for the truth.

When I'm six months pregnant, my mate, Rylan Silverclaw, still forces me to fight. He says it's my duty as Luna, yet when the council presents the honor medal, he locks me up. He makes my stepsister accept the glory meant for me. When I finally arrive at the ceremony, I hear Rylan whisper to her, "The medal is just the beginning. Once Thalia gives birth to the heir, the Luna title will be yours too." Later, rogue wolves attack us. My father and Rylan risk their lives to protect my stepsister. I'm the one left behind. I'm buried under rubble with half my ribs shattered. I lost my pup. I hand our dead pup to Rylan and walk away from the pack forever. Now, he regrets everything.

Amelia Carter only wanted a quiet drink after work. Instead, she found herself trapped by a man who refused to take "no" for an answer. Luckily, a devastatingly handsome stranger slides into the empty seat beside her, slips an arm around her shoulders, and casually announces, "There you are, sweetheart. I've been looking everywhere for you." It's the perfect fake-boyfriend rescue. At least... it was supposed to be. Jake Harper only meant to save a woman from an uncomfortable situation. He definitely didn't expect the simple contact of his arm around her shoulders to send every instinct inside him into absolute chaos. Because Amelia isn't just any woman. She's his mate. The one person every werewolf spends a lifetime searching for. The problem? Amelia has absolutely no idea werewolves exist. Determined to let her fall for him before dropping the biggest supernatural bombshell in history, Jake agrees to keep dating her like a perfectly normal human boyfriend. There's just one tiny problem. Normal couples hold hands, cuddle, kiss and eventually end up in bed together. And every innocent touch has Jake's wolf snarling to claim her and make her his forever. Meanwhile, Amelia is becoming increasingly convinced she's somehow landed the world's hottest commitment-phobe. Why does he freeze every time she reaches for his hand? Why does he practically launch himself off the sofa when she tries to snuggle? And why does the man kiss like he's starving... only to sprint out of the room looking utterly traumatised? As Jake battles possessive instincts and a secret that grows harder to hide with every day, Amelia is determined to figure out what on earth is going on with her ridiculously attractive, maddeningly confusing new boyfriend. After all, love is complicated. Falling for a werewolf is a whole different beast.

Angela becomes Kyle’s hidden pet for saving her grandma. He owns her body until he is bored that. But Angela want to break free from the bound when she finds out he actually has settled the future wife. “He just thought I am the plaything so it’s no sense to mess around.” “We’re over, Kyle.” Angela tells the Kyle with confirmation. “No. Without my permission.” He said coldly. Kyle Alexander is her boss in the day but her master in the night. When Angela tries to break free, Kyle pulls her back, declaring his dominance not just in the office but in her heart. As she fights to escape his control, he refuses to let go: "Employee resigns when her boss isn’t good enough. Last night, didn’t I serve you well enough?" Now trapped between love and power, can Angela reclaim her freedom, or will she surrender to the Kyle who owns her body and soul?

Elena Matthews appeared to have it all with her wealthy tycoon husband, Richard McDowell. However, her seemingly perfect relationship crumbled when she caught him red-handed with his step-sister in a hotel. Just when she thought life couldn't be worse, her brother and his wife died in a tragic car accident. Now, suddenly, Elena is tasked with being the legal guardian of her late brother's six-year-old son, and also set to inherit his business until her nephew is old enough to take over the billion-dollar enterprise. A year and a half later, rich and successful, when Elena returns to New York, her ex-husband can't stop begging her to take him back. And that's not all. The mysterious and domineering president of McDowell Industries, and the uncle of her scumbag Ex, wants to pursue her too. Strange, isn't it? But with a heart scarred by love's betrayal, will she risk it all for a man from the same family that shattered her world? Or will she fully embrace her boss lady status at Matthews Empire and shut love out for good? And what about those secrets she's been keeping—the ones that could blow everything up? And let's not forget about the revenge she's itching to dish out. Will she manage to have it all without getting burned? Or is this whole thing going to crash and burn before anything good even gets a chance to start? ——-S N I P P E T ——- “I tried to warn you, princess, but you always seemed to have your head in the clouds. But it's not too late, is it? Be my woman, and I promise to make you my queen," he whispered. To which Elena replied. "I have learned my lesson, Mister. Such lies can't move me anymore."

It started with a sudden downpour. I turned around to buy an umbrella. By the time I got back, Winston Sterling had already draped his overcoat across Sera Thorne’s shoulders. He pulled me under the umbrella, his tone gentle, as if soothing a spoiled child. "Sera can't handle the cold. Just let her have it this once, Nat. Be a good girl. Don't make a fuss." I looked down at my own shoulder, which was already completely soaked through. I didn't say a word. We had been building our startup for five years. Everyone always said Winston and Sera were the dual heart and soul of Sterling Tech. One wrote the code, while the other pitched the product. Meanwhile, I was the one managing the budgets, chasing down clients, advancing money for our office rent, and pulling all-nighters to grind out business proposals. Yet, all I ever got from him was a single, offhand sentence. "Nat, you're always the reasonable one." But I finally understood. It was always the reasonable one who got pushed out into the rain, time and time again. When the car door opened, Winston practiced an all-too-familiar routine, adjusting the passenger seat cushion for Sera. That was a lumbar support cushion I had bought for myself after injuring my waist. I threw the newly purchased umbrella straight into the trash can. Then, I pulled up my phone and clicked send on the equity exit agreement I had prepared long ago. Three minutes later, his reply came back as a brief, three-word text. "Don't be silly." What he didn't know was that at that exact same moment, I had also opened another email.

⚠️ Contains emotionally intense and mature themes. (R 18+) "Look at me, Hazel." Diego approached, his breath burning Hazel's ear. "I only ask for one thing... beg me." Hazel shook her head, her knees trembling. "No... you can't—" Diego smiled faintly, darkly, full of triumph. "If you beg... I will never let you go." Hazel Anne Quinn, 24 years old — a small-time journalist who no one takes seriously. Living a mediocre life, abandoned since birth, and writing erotica as a ghostwriter at night to survive. No one ever wanted Hazel... until Diego Ronan Blake appeared. A senior actor and tycoon at 34, a man who makes the world bow down and causes women to fight to be his. But Diego becomes obsessed with the one woman who avoids him — Hazel's grayish-green eyes, filled with fear yet a hint of defiance, make Diego lose control. For Diego, Hazel isn't a fantasy — she is a necessity. He wants Hazel as his, body and soul, and this obsession drives him to tear down the walls that have protected Hazel, only to rebuild them with himself at the center. Hazel can be afraid, can hate, can resist... but as long as she doesn't beg, Diego will never stop. Because once Hazel gives in — even just once — Diego will never let her go.

BLURB I think a lot people don’t understand what romance is. Daniel Prescott is not an exemption, the ruthless billionaire only cares about himself and no other family but when it was time for him to get married. He filled a contract marriage to the Rose Hildegard, a woman that believe in love and flowers Rose who had to compel just for the sake of her sick grandfather’s last wish agreed and signed the papers until their first night and he candidly warned her not to even hope for a marital union. She was trapped in an only sexual relationship even though she owned an empire. What’s left for her? What is left for the ruthless billionaire when he starts to fall in love but she’s already falling for his best friend?.

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…