Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

"The only reason I said okay to this mating was for the sake of my Pack. Our relationship will only be a way to ensure peace between our packs. I don't like you. And I never will. So do not have any ideas." Ashly stared and asked,  "How is this fair to me?". "Life is unfair, Omega. I have a girlfriend. She is the one I will always love. You are just an inconvenience. I know how to get rid of you, and I will, after making sure the thwart between our packs won't ever be affected. I hate you, Ashly James. That's a constant."   Ashly, an Omega from the Shadow Pack, and Alex, an Alpha from the Moonlight Pack, are engaged to be mates as a peace treaty between the two packs that have been at odds for centuries. Ashly falls in love with the Alpha, even though Alex is rude. Alex doesn't want Ashly as his mate. He is in love with Jasmine from the Starlight Pack and does everything he can to make Ashly despise him and break off their marriage. Now, here, Ashly is waiting for her Alpha to come home to her from his secret lover. Will Alex realize Ashly's worth, or will Ashly get fed up with being stuck in a loveless marriage and decide to leave behind Alex, the only guy her heart yearns for? At last, Alex crossed his line when he slept with Ashly and made her pregnant. Life gets more difficult for Ashly when Alex leaves her after making her pregnant. 15 years later, Ashly lives in a small, rundown apartment in the worst part of the city with her 14-year-old son, who won't stop asking about his Alpha dad. What happens when Alex and Ashly meet?

I am Elena Swan, nineteen years old, and I was betrayed by my fiancé. Worse, he laughed and mocked me, calling me a stupid blonde. I was devastated. My heart was shattered, and my self-worth crumbled before my eyes. Then, a strange message appeared on my phone, claiming that I was the Luna chosen by the Moon Goddess for the strongest Alpha. I thought I had finally lost my mind. Maybe the pain had broken me so badly that I was starting to hallucinate. But fate had other plans. A ridiculously handsome man with piercing blue eyes and unimaginable wealth suddenly entered my life and changed everything. ... "She's just some blonde girl who likes sleeping with me." A proud smile spread across his face. He looked completely pleased with himself, as if he enjoyed saying those words. "As a man, why would I turn her down? She was willing to be my bed partner. So what's wrong with having another girl on the side for myself?" The group burst into laughter, and the sound echoed through the speakers. It was loud, cruel, and impossible to ignore. Killian leaned back casually before continuing. "Besides, she'll keep waiting for me at the apartment and keep believing everything I tell her." His smile widened. "She's way too innocent." He laughed again. "And way too stupid." ... His expression remained calm as he spoke. "You are the Luna chosen for me by the Moon Goddess." His grip on my chin loosened slightly. "And whether you like it or not, you cannot escape the destiny written in your blood." His voice wasn't loud. It wasn't threatening. Yet every word landed heavily, as though he were simply stating a fact that could never be changed.

"Who are you?" I looked into the stranger's sharp eyes and whispered, my voice shaking. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his strong jawline and chiselled features. Though my recollections of our wild night together were vague, I felt as though I was drowning in his stare because of the way he was looking at me right now—a mix of curiosity and need. Ashley Taylor woke up in a stranger’s bed with no idea of how she got there, and her life has been turned upside down ever since. Panicked, she didn't know what to do. Ashley quickly got up, dressed and left the apartment wishing never to come across the stranger again. Aside from the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed her for cheating on her boss, Richard whom she is in a secret romantic relationship with, Ashley's world turned upside down when she later discovers she is pregnant. Filled with uncertainty of who the father of the child is, she receives the shock of her life when she later discovers the stranger she had a one night stand with is Max, her boss's son. Despite being engaged to her boss, Ashley found herself attracted to Max. She wished she could erase the memories of the passionate night they spent together. Her body yearns for Max, that even when making out with her fiancé Richard, she pictures him to be Max, then only could she be satisfied. Ashley can't afford to lose Richard, nor could she easily do away with her feelings for Max, even if she wants to. Behind Richard's back, she and Max were entangled in a dreadful romance. Dive into the exciting romance novel filled with twists and turns that will keep you at the edge of your seat!

In October 2025, an explosion occurs at a remote lab. An unidentified substance is leaked, and the virus makes people go insane. Anyone who is bitten by these rabid creatures becomes one of them. It's like the zombies people see in movies and video games. On the first day of the explosion, my five-year-old, Joyce Fairfield, is still at kindergarten. I risk my life to hurry there, but I can't even find her corpse when I arrive. I can only look at the surveillance footage to see her face, which is ashen with fear. I also see her mouth, "Mommy!" 15 days after the explosion, I finally traverse the city and get to my mother's home. However, all that welcomes me is a destroyed apartment and blood everywhere. 20 days after the explosion, my husband, Emmett Fairfield, calls me one last time from his office, which zombies have surrounded. He tells me not to leave the house. Less than a month after the apocalypse arrives, I lose all my family. I'm alone as I struggle to survive in this dead world. The spread of the virus triggers chaos in mankind. I exchange all my supplies to save a neighboring couple from bandits, leading them to safety in a secure zone where they can live stable lives. However, my kindness is not repaid. Three years after the explosion, the secure zone is under siege by a wave of zombies. As we retreat, my neighbors shove me underneath a car so I'll distract the zombies. Then, they make a run for it and get away. Trusted neighbors betray me. As the zombies eat away at me, I can feel death looming. All I want is to see my family again. Now, I've been reborn. I have six hours before the zombie apocalypse breaks out.

My husband, an Army regimental commander, was killed in action. Before his body was even cold, I didn't hesitate. I filed for his death certificate and notified the Army, the Social Security Administration, and our bank. Then, three days later—on the very day his twin brother married his childhood sweetheart—I moved out, changed the locks, and remarried quietly at the courthouse, taking my son and the full line-of-duty death benefits with me. To everyone else, I was heartless. Cold. I let them curse me. I just looked into my “brother-in-law's” bloodshot eyes and felt a quiet, cruel satisfaction. Only I knew the truth. In my last life, I discovered the body sent home wasn't my husband's at all—it was his identical twin brother's. I ran to confront him, but by chance I overheard him and my mother-in-law whispering. "Mom, Sarah is strong. And we have our son. She'll be okay. The benefits will take care of her. But Amy has waited for my brother all these years. If she finds out he's dead, she might do something drastic." Their words struck me like lightning. I tried to expose them, but my husband knocked me out. He told everyone grief had driven me insane. He locked me in the garage apartment and, with cold detachment, married his sweetheart. And when that woman complained my son was too loud, my husband slipped sleeping pills into our boy's juice—right as my crying child was coming to look for me. My son never woke up. The day they buried him hastily, I ended my life in the garage, utterly broken. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day they delivered my brother-in-law's body to our home.

I've placed a no-limit bid just so I can buy Eloise Kane, the best underground boxer, from an underground boxing ring. Without even sparing me a proper glance, she's already naming her conditions with a sneer on her face. Apparently, she wants a deluxe apartment that's located in the heart of the city, a monthly allowance of ten million dollars, and most importantly, I mustn't interfere with her social circle. Everyone thinks I've gone nuts for buying myself a mistress just so I can cater to her whims and needs. But I don't mind at all. I just point at her left chest and tell her, "Just maintain a regular lifestyle. Don't let anything happen to your heart." I even go so far as to offend the heiress of the most prominent family in the elite society in order to defend Eloise. That is, until I heard Eloise gets stabbed for her jealous antics in a bar. By the time I arrive at the private room, I see her embracing a male escort while laughing at the top of her lungs. "Oh, I'm the one who hired someone to hit his sister with a car! It's best if she dies, though! That way, his assets will be mine! "Besides, he's just an idiot whose only purpose is to give me money! Who does he think he is, anyway?" Amid the eerie silence, I snatch up a wine bottle and smash it into Eloise's head. Then, I slam her head into the pile of blood-stained glass shards. After that, I dial the hospital's number. "Her heart is in top shape, and it's a perfect match. Tonight, you can wheel my sister into the emergency room. Time to prep for the heart transplant surgery."

Verssa Yanng, at a youthful nineteen years of age, boasts an undeniable allure, his striking visage, height six feet in stature, lean yet sturdy. His attractiveness is undeniable; he possesses a universally pleasing look that captivates from every angle. By the tender age of eighteen, Vers had already ascended to the summit of the fashion world as a coveted Top Super Model, dominating the runways of fashion weeks across nearly all continents. At nineteen, his cameo appearance in a movie unexpectedly seized the spotlight, with the supporting role eclipsing even the film's protagonist. Yet, the rosy facade of fame conceals its thorns. Beneath the dazzle lay the shadows of terror: malevolent letters, corrosive threats, and the persistent nocturnal intrusion of rabid fans knocking on his apartment door. Vers recalls having relocated over five times due to the relentless leakage of his whereabouts to his fanatic followers. One night, after a midnight shoot, Vers almost get kidnaped by a group that blocked his car and forcibly pulled him out. An escape landed him in a hospital bed, where he awoke to the presence of a mysterious figure in black. Gale Anderson, a former war veteran turned professional bodyguard, now stands as a sentinel for Vers. A very quiet and mysterious man, handsome yet frigid. His countenance rarely betrays emotion, six feet and five inches tall. His broad hands lifted Vers's slight frame with ease that rendered him akin to a mere child in his grasp. His aura is shrouded in enigma, withholding the identity of his employer, yet his mission remains unwavering: to keep Vers safe by any means necessary. For Vers, unfortunately, it's like a living nightmare; his freedom was robbed as his watchful bodyguard trailed him incessantly, even to the restroom.

Before my grandfather, the Don of the Rinaldi family, dies, he leaves behind a will. The five Principessas of the Rinaldi family are forbidden from using our family name. We must live like ordinary people until one of us gives birth to the first heir. Whoever does so will inherit everything. For three years, I keep my identity hidden. My husband, Oliver Wright, and I live in a cramped apartment to the south of Windmere. Every morning, we squeeze onto the subway to get to work. When we're short on money, we stay up late making plans and racking our brains trying to keep his small company afloat. I never think life is hard because I love him. One day, the doctor hands me my medical test results—I am the first one to become pregnant. Upon learning this, my whole body trembles with excitement. The life that Oliver and I have struggled toward for years suddenly feels within reach. I drive home with a happy smile on my face as I imagine how he will react. But when I push the door open, I see a woman wearing my favorite nightgown. She is sitting with Oliver, sharing the apple I left in the refrigerator with him. He takes a bite from her hand and glances at me casually. "My first love, Maeve Young, is back. Let's get a divorce." My fingers tighten around the pregnancy test report. Then, I smile and say, "Sure." What he doesn't know is that his penniless, patient, obedient, and endlessly forgiving wife has a last name powerful enough to open every door in Windmere. I will keep this child, and the family fortune will still pass to me. As for my husband, Oliver? I'm ready to let him go.

Clara posted a photo of her ultrasound on Instagram. "Thanks to your bloodline, I finally have my own little pup." I stared at the ultrasound. Ryan's name was written clearly in the field for the father. I typed a single question mark in the comments. Ryan called me immediately, screaming his head off. "Celine, what the hell is wrong with you? Clara is dying from silver poisoning. This was her final wish! Can't you show some damn compassion?" "Kaleb was my brother. He's gone, and it's my duty to look after his mate! She just wanted a pup to keep her company in her final days. Do you really have to be this petty?" I gripped my phone until my knuckles turned white. Clara was Ryan's childhood sweetheart. They grew up together in the Dark Moon Pack before she married Ryan's best friend, Kaleb. Six months ago, Kaleb was killed by rogues during a border patrol, leaving Clara a widow. Shortly after, she was diagnosed with late-stage silver poisoning. She has at most a year left to live. But I never imagined Ryan's "care" would go this far. A little while later, Clara posted a new set of photos. She was in a luxury high-rise apartment downtown. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the kitchen was bathed in a warm glow. "So glad you're here to make me feel the warmth of a home again." In the photo, I saw a man's back as he busied himself in the kitchen wearing an apron. It was Ryan. The sight was so familiar it made my eyes sting. I rubbed my stomach, thinking about the pregnancy I'd confirmed just two weeks ago. I suddenly let out a sharp laugh. This mate bond? It's time to end it.

RAVENNA COSTA Some women fear the fire Others simply become it... Ruling over a criminal organization wasn't easy especially when no one wanted you to rule. If they thought they could kick me out because I was a woman, then they had another thing coming for them. I'll show them I'm not to be messed with, and when I'm done, they'll know I was not just a woman. I am the woman. ************ Ravenna Costa found her house up in flames after returning from a park with her nanny. The house getting burnt wouldn't have bothered her if her parents weren't in the house. They receive a text message from her father telling them to run, and that was what they did for ten years. During those ten years, they lived on the streets. They thought they had escaped their old life of luxury, but that was until Ravenna's past comes knocking on her present. She gets kidnapped on her way to the rundown apartment she had managed to secure for herself and her nanny, and then she's knocked unconscious. Waking up, she finds herself in a room, and she gets the biggest shock of her life. Turns out her father had been involved in shady business she never knew about. She's introduced to the world of organized crime, and there she meets her childhood best friend. Only he wasn't a child anymore, but a full-grown man. A full-grown man she wanted. The problem was they fought on opposite sides of a war, but that doesn't stop Ravenna from wanting him, after all, the heart wants what it wants. Decisions must be made as the line between love and hatred begins to blur, and Ravenna is forced to choose between her duty or her love for her childhood best friend.