Araki Forgot Novels & Stories

After I turned sixteen, I inherited the huge fortune my parents had left behind. As soon as the money was in my account, I hired a fake family online. A dad, a mom, and an older brother. Then, I gave them their instructions. "My dad doesn't say much, but he always lets me have my way." "My mom is gentle and a wonderful cook, especially when she makes barbecue ribs." "My older brother has poor health, and he doesn't like me. Just act like I don't exist." The three of them froze, and their expressions darkened. A long time passed before the woman playing my mother took my hand and asked softly, "Why did you hire a family? Do you miss them that much?" I avoided the guilt in her eyes, buried my face in her arms, and smiled. "Being alone is too boring." They were obviously relieved, but when no one was looking, I quietly wiped away my tears. What I did not tell them was that… I was dying. So, please. Don't hypnotize me into forgetting your faces again this time.

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

He forgot the night he ruined an omega, and the child fate carved from that bond. He took an omega in his Rut. Marked him. Claimed him. Then forgot he ever existed. Zane Blaster feels an undeniable pull toward the Omega he shouldn’t want… and the child who feels like home. His fiancé, Mirabelle, has plans of her own, and she doesn’t lose what she claims. Love resurfaces. Truth bleeds out. And a mother’s obsession threatens to destroy them all. Mpreg. Omegaverse. Fated mates. A forgotten bond. And a love savage enough to survive being erased.

He promised forever. Then he forgot he ever loved him. Alpha Leander Voss had everything: power, wealth, an empire at his fingertips. Until the night he's kidnapped, escapes, and is left for dead along a desolate coast. When Omega Avelin Mirei rescues the dying stranger, he never imagines the broken man will become his entire world. Renamed Shen Ross, the mysterious Alpha builds a quiet life with Avelin, tender mornings, stolen touches, and a love that feels like destiny. They marry by the sea. They promise forever. But forever shatters the day Avelin's father suffers a heart attack. While Avelin keeps vigil at the hospital, Shen rushes home to gather supplies—and his kidnappers return to finish what they started. The brutal attack brings everything back. Shen wakes as Leander Voss: cold CEO and heir to a ruthless empire. He remembers his wealth, his power, his enemies, everything except the year he spent loving Avelin. The man who promised forever is gone. Abandoned and pregnant, Avelin raises their son alone in the coastal town where they built their life. Three years later, desperate for a fresh start, he accepts a position at a prestigious company. Only to discover the CEO he'll be working for is the Alpha who destroyed him. Leander doesn't recognize the beautiful Omega now working under him. But his body does. An inexplicable pull. A scent that haunts his dreams. A bond his soul remembers even if his mind can't. As old enemies close in, Leander fights to recover what he's lost. But Avelin has already mourned the man he loved. And some broken vows can't be mended, no matter how desperately the heart remembers what the mind forgot. Can you fall in love with the same person twice? Can you reclaim a forever you don't remember promising?

Sixteen years ago, Athena Mallway lost everything in one devastating night. Her mother died in a planned arson, her father was murdered, and the empire they built was stolen by the people they trusted most. After sacrificing her life to raise her younger sisters, Athena is ready to reclaim what belongs to her. Under the disguise of Mia Roberts, she becomes the personal assistant to Dexter El Camino—the billionaire who now controls her father’s company. Dexter was once her childhood crush. Now, he is her enemy. Athena has one goal: uncover the truth, destroy the families who ruined her life, and take back her inheritance. Her most important rule is simple—stay focused and never let her old feelings for Dexter El Camino surface . But as secrets unravel and old feelings resurface, Athena begins to question everything she thought she knew. In a world of love, lies, and revenge, reclaiming her empire may cost her heart.

When Isabelle discovers her husband Karl's three-year affair with Natalie, her world shatters. For eight years, she believed in their love, even as she struggled to conceive the child he desperately wanted. Now pregnant and heartbroken, Isabelle must decide whether to confront the betrayal or silently endure for the sake of her unborn child. But then darker truths come knocking at the door, leaving Isabelle wondering strangely on how to handle things. Where there is strength, there is also toxic love. But can she be bound to it forever?

Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal. My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?" I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…" He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge. "Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself." The line went dead. Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood? The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them. Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister. You don't have to lock me up anymore. Because I'm already dead.