Aria Lee Step Novels & Stories

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

They say Paris is a home for love, a home where broken hearts come to heal and lonely souls hope to begin again. A place where the streets carry stories of passion, mistakes, and second chances, and where people arrive believing that somewhere between the cafés, the quiet alleys, and the lights of the city, they might find the love they lost or the love they have been waiting for. But I didn’t just find love. I found a love so forbidden that even the sun had to look away. I did everything according to my checklist. But being fucked every night by my Boss and his step son was never on the list. My name is Elara, and this is my story.

Becky Houston, a twenty-three-year-old girl who suffers from kidney problems has always wanted just enough money to buy drugs for herself, not until she sees a juicy offer to become a mother for Mr. Azariah's kids. Her illness is hidden till one day when she is being stroked by bad luck. Will she deem herself fit before the Azariahs or will the love and affection she has already sparked in the Azariah's family be enough to keep her safe from losing fifty thousand dollars? Not when Azariah has already fallen in love with her.

Bea has always known the rules… until breaking them became impossible to resist. Her stepdad isn’t supposed to be the one who makes her heart race, the one she secretly craves, but some desires don’t listen to reason. When secrets, misunderstandings, and a forbidden attraction collide, Bea’s life is turned upside down. Can love truly survive when it’s taboo? Or will giving in to temptation destroy everything she holds dear?

Serena willie, a lady in her late twenties who was just as innocent as her face looked like. The naive Serena had just found out she would be getting married to old Gonzalez who had helped her father in sorting her mother’s hospital bill. It was an agreement and they had failed to come to terms with it. There was nothing anyone could do rather than embrace the changes that was about to come. Leaving the house to enjoy her last night of freedom, she gets caught up with a guy after being offered a drink which got her drunk leading them to the same bed that night. What happens when she finds out he was going to be her stepson.

"You will stay in a room and wait to see who has purchased your precious cherry. No niceness, no pleasantries, just a night of f**k, A business contract, signed, dealed and finished with a d**k." Those words sent chills to her spine as she read the content of the contract before signing nervously. Isabella's life was a rollercoaster of hardship and tough choices. With her father's life hanging by a thread, she found herself in a heart-wrenching dilemma – watch her father die in the cold hands of death or sell her virginity to a total stranger, a man, Ricco, who felt a connection since the day they shared an intimate and passionate encounter. He vows to find her as they embark on separate journeys. Fate intervened when Isabella became a maid in his mansion by luck but danger loomed in the form of Roberto, his sinister elder brother, who relentlessly pursued her coupled with the cruelty she had to endure from Ricco's girlfriend and aunt. Ricco , deeply in love, couldn't bear to see Isabella in peril. He made a tough call to protect her, providing the means for her independence and preventing her marriage to her father's ruthless creditor. But destiny had crueler plans in store. Kidnapped by her father's enemies, Isabella was thrust into a harrowing life as a forced prostitute, trapped by her father's debts. Will she summon the strength to break free from this nightmarish ordeal? What happens when she finds out she was pregnant with Ricco's child while captured to work as a prostitute. Dive into a gripping tale of love, sacrifice, and Isabella's unyielding resilience as she battles to rewrite her destiny.

Framed for her father’s murder and betrayed by the people she loved, Nina Davies loses everything: her family, her freedom, and her identity. Left for dead in a fiery explosion, she survives but is mistaken for another woman, Lauren Hilton, a wealthy lawyer with a distant husband, Drew, and a neglected child. Given a chance to reclaim her life, Nina assumes Lauren’s identity, determined to uncover the truth and take back what was stolen.   But Drew is watching her closely. His wife was once cold and indifferent, so why is she suddenly passionate, fierce, and unlike the woman he married? As their marriage rekindles with unexpected desire, Nina finds herself torn between revenge and the man whose love she was never meant to have.   With her past threatening to expose her, Nina must play the most dangerous game of all: fooling the man who now holds her heart while uncovering the truth that could set her free, or destroy her for good.  Which would she choose? Read and find out.

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions. The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own." I nodded obediently. Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror. My sister's expression darkened as she warned me coldly in my ear, "If you pull another stunt for attention, believe me, I'll throw you right back into the doghouse you came from." I obediently listened. That very night, I locked myself inside a dog crate. My sister froze in complete shock. Gritting her teeth, she yanked me out, staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Later, when my adoptive brother pretended to be sick, my sister forced me to donate blood for him. I obediently took the knife. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed straight through the artery in my wrist. By the time my parents rushed over, blood had just begun spraying out. They screamed in horror and lunged forward to press against my wound. "Somebody call 911! Now!!!" My sister had gone just as pale. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally stammered, "Mom, Dad… I only told him to donate a little blood to Eric. I never told him to slit his wrist…" I blinked. My sister wasn't lying. She really hadn't taught me that. It was something the traffickers taught me during the five years my family personally handed me over to them—to "learn obedience."

After working overtime at the company for an entire week, I finally finish the last project on my plate and rush home. Not wanting to wake my sleeping wife, Mia Lawson, I carefully push the door open as quietly as I can. But the house is nothing like the silence I expected. A man's unrestrained laughter cuts sharply through the air. "You're already pregnant and still this bold. Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you?" "Why would I be? He hasn't been home for almost a week. Besides, once I tell him I'm pregnant, he'll be over the moon. There's no way he'll notice anything." In an instant, my hands and feet turn ice-cold, and blood rushes to my head. I'm about to charge in and catch them in the act when my phone suddenly vibrates with a follow-up message from the hospital. "Mr. Brooks, thank you for choosing our hospital for your vasectomy. We wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness." A lifetime of happiness? I stare at those words, let out a cold laugh, and regain my composure. Then I turn around and call my divorce lawyer.

My family's fate was sealed in an ancient war. We saved the lord of the Clare clan. In return, their lord forged an ancient blood pact with my line. Each generation, a woman from my family can choose a mate from the Clare heirs, to birth a hybrid child—one who walks in daylight, blessed with eternal life. When my time came, I didn't hesitate. I chose the eldest son, Evan, who had been in a cursed slumber for a century. Every vampire in the room was in disbelief. After all, everyone knew I'd spent the last few years obsessed with the third son, Julian. It had to be him, or no one. In my last life, I got my wish. I bonded with Julian and helped him seize control of the family's vast biotech empire. But after our union, he started an affair with my adopted sister, Chloe. To punish her for breaking the blood pact, the family exiled Chloe. Julian, however, was convinced I had orchestrated the whole thing. He hated me to his very core. From then on, he kept a string of lovers, and every single one of them looked like Chloe. The heartbreak shattered me. In the end, he poisoned my life-sustaining elixirs, making my flesh rot from my bones, and sacrificed my very soul in a dark ritual. Reborn, I decided to let them have each other. But I never imagined Julian would be reborn, too.