Novel & Cerita Allegedly

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past

"Sign the contract. Produce an heir. And never question what happens in the dark." Cora Belmont was not supposed to be here. Her sister was the one meant to marry Roman Falcone — East Coast crime boss, untouchable, allegedly monstrous. Her family didn't give Cora a choice. They gave her a sedative. She woke up in silk sheets, with a contract on the pillow and a pen placed precisely against her lips. Sign it, or your family loses more than you. So Cora signs. She signs away her body, her autonomy, and any illusion she had about what marriage means in a world of men who treat women like ledger entries. What she doesn't sign away is her mind. And her mind b

No one wants a she-wolf who slaughtered her own family. Cast aside by her pack and brutally rejected by the Alpha she secretly loved, Ravena Valecrest has nothing left, not even the wolf that once defined her. When a chance to escape her cell finally comes, she takes it... only to plunge into the frozen river of the Hollowland and crash straight into Roderic D’Arden. Roderic is the most feared Grand Alpha in the northern dominion, currently crippled and hiding a terrifying secret. He is cursed with a volatile, volcanic power that melts everything his skin touches into liquid slag. But when Ravena lands directly on his lap, she doesn't burn. Instead, her touch sends a sudden, impossible j

“You look perfect like this,” one whispered, fingers down my thigh. “I wondered if you really killed her, did you?” Cuffed, wrists above my head, legs bare and open, one ran a flogger over my belly. I arched back, gasping. Another leaned in, breath hot at my neck. The third stood at the edge of the bed, watching me squirm. “We don’t even need to touch you to make you beg.” Then he finally did, he slipped two fingers straight between my legs, slow and deep. “Oh my god,” I moaned, hips bucking. “You’re this wet already?” he growled, curling his fingers inside me. “And we haven’t even started fucking you yet.” The one at my neck licked a trail down to my collarbone. “You killed her. Admit

One year ago, my husband Killian came back home accusing me of poisoning him, with his childhood sweetheart in his arms. It was terrifying. Because what started off allegedly, became my cold reality with that awful text. “Have you gone through with it, Tamara? Our flight is at noon,” This made Killian even more hostile, he treated me with so much contempt, he broke my heart into shreds in his quest for vengeance. Fed up, I asked for a divorce but to Killian it was one big joke. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. But screw it, and screw him! I had plans, work, make money and get myself out unscathed. But then fate de

“I will repeat myself that I, Alpha Oswald, make you, Carly Hayes, my concubine because you are my mate!” **** Over the years, Carly Hayes had been striving rather hard just to find a mate among the group of wolves flocking sheepishly around her, each with an enticing proposal. But true happiness eluded her: to have clocked 25 without being mated was indeed a quagmire— her quagmire. Even though her impeccable beauty had managed to compel men into any nightclub or social event she attended. She felt an emptiness in her for her mate, her wolf was getting restless and that made her more determined to find her mate. Along the story, her efforts drove her down to the eclipse pa

On the day the SAT scores are released, the reporters track me down, the top scorer of the entire nation, in order to get an interview with me. That's when they find me fishing for a corpse by the river. When the reporters ask me who I'm thankful to the most, my mom, who's allegedly been dead for ten years, makes an appearance. She gets out of the Maybach, looking very high and mighty. "Your dad didn't remarry for ten years, and you've become the top scorer of the nation. As expected, both of you have passed my test." I can only grip my pole while staring at her in confusion. It turns out that ten years ago, Mom's adopted younger brother, Donald Ferguson,