Avery Flynn Novels & Stories

I spent four years pretending to be obedient by West Graham’s side. Four years ago, after the video of Nina Avery running over my younger sister was exposed, my boyfriend, Jake Smith, hired a top-tier defense attorney for her to clear her name. When I was completely alone, with no one to rely on, it was Nina’s stepbrother, West, who stepped forward and chose justice over blood. He found a lawyer for me and gathered witness testimonies and physical evidence everywhere he could. In the end, he personally sent Nina to prison. When everything finally settled, West proposed to me, and I said yes. However, in the fourth year of our marriage, I saw an email in West’s inbox. It was a birthday message from Nina, and attached was a selfie of her smiling brightly at the beach. In the bottom-right corner of the photo was yesterday’s date. [Happy birthday, West! It’s been four years since I received Erin’s sister’s heart. There haven’t been any complications at all. Thanks to you and Jake, I’m given a second chance in life.] West replied. [To make you happy, I’ll do anything.] After reading all of it, I smiled brighter than ever. It’s been four years, and their time to die has finally come.

Ophelia, the daughter of Ryan and Avery, was the only survivor of the attack on the moonshine pack in the southern region. Losing her entire pack made her a Lone wolf. Hated and despised by her own kind. Her father made a request when their pack was attacked. She was to find her uncle and deliver a message. Which inadvertently sends her on a journey to the north. Ophelia had always wanted to be free, to make her own choices and experience human love, not a forced bond. She wanted to love on her own terms, but nature had set her on a different course. During this journey, Ophelia discovers that she is mated to the Monarch, and it is her second shot at life. As if playing a cruel joke on them, nature paired a Lonewolf with the Monarch, a man with no tolerance for weakness, to a woman born from an ordinary wolf. A woman who did not even want a mate. Ophelia cannot morph into her wolf until she fully remembers who she is. Her body has to merge with her soul to trigger the transformation process; she is set on a quest to remember. She uncovers secrets she discovered in her past life, and with the help of Aaron, her mate, they unravel the mystery behind the existence of the half-bloods and identify the traitor in their ranks. Together, they save humanity from the torment brought to them by the half-bloods, rescue the captured wolves, and avenge their fallen heroes (her parents). They bring order back to the world. Proving that love can be found in the most unusual of places.

Charlotte Flair, the daughter of Kyle and Nicole Flair, had always harbored doubts about her true parentage because of how they'd always treated her. On her 20th birthday, she attended a gala event with her parents, only to be knocked out and wake up naked beside Desmond Elliot Elijah, the country's most eligible billionaire bachelor. Believing they had been intimate, both their parents quickly arranged their marriage, and they were wed. Desmond, however, was furious, convinced that Charlotte had orchestrated the incident to trap him into a marriage. He grew to resent her, seeing her as a manipulative schemer who had used underhanded tactics to become his wife. For six years, Charlotte had lived as a hidden wife— unacknowledged, unloved, and expected to satisfy Desmond's desires whenever he was in the mood. That was the only moment he would show her tenderness and passion, and once their intimate moments were over, he would return to his cold, distant self. For six years, Charlotte had endured his emotional cruelty, the constant humiliation from his Aunt and her daughter, and the feeling of being invisible, until the night her husband introduced another woman as his fiancee. Avery Gilbert— the only daughter of one of the country's most prominent billionaire, Bernard Gilbert. When the truth shatters her world, Charlotte decided to leave, but discover a shocking truth— she was the true daughter and only heiress of the Gilbert's family, and wasn't related in anyway to the Flair's.

Content Warning: This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for readers aged 18 and above. "I’m engaged to your sister. You can’t do this." His dark-green eyes bored into mine under the sheets, as he stroked my cheeks. "You’re not even into women, Liam. You know you’re not. You know you want this. You want me." And Liam couldn't deny it, He lived to burn for Jackson Maddox. ~ Liam Sinclair had always lived according to his father’s rules, polished, quiet, and hidden in the perfect image of a future CEO. Behind closed doors, he carried a secret that could destroy everything his father built. He was gay. But scandal had no place in the Sinclair legacy, and Liam made sure no one ever found out. That is, until the night everything changed. When his father arranges an engagement with Avery Maddox, a woman Liam barely knows, he unravels. A single night of rebellion leads him to a club, where a one-night stand with a seductive green-eyed stranger spirals into something far more complicated. The next morning, the stranger's identity is no longer a mystery. His name is Jackson Humin Maddox, the brother of his intending Fiancee. Now Liam is trapped between duty and desire, legacy and love. But Jackson doesn’t care about titles or contracts. Engaged or not, he wants Liam, and he is not letting go. This is a forbidden tango of chemistry, but Liam Sinclair has to choose, to either pretend his one time mistake was baseless, or to fall maddeningly in love with it.

!R18+ Contains matured content. Viewers Discretion is advised.! "Do you, perhaps, have a wife or a fiance at home?" I inquired. He blinked at me once before he shook his head negatively. "Oh great! This is great." I mumbled and my eyes looked to his navy blue Armani Suit and with a nod, I added, "Your outfit is perfect as well." "Perfect for what?" He asked. "A wedding. We're getting married. Let's get married." "What?" ••• What would you do when, on your wedding day, you find your so-called fiance in his dressing room with his manhood buried deep in between another woman's thigh? Call off the wedding and leave, right? That's when you're free to make your own decisions though. It's not the same for Avery Roosevelt, the hidden heiress of The Roosevelts. This, however, is the sticky situation she finds herself in. Livid with anger, she grabs the first man in front of the hotel reception and proposes marriage to him. But when she finally discovers the man she had proposed marriage to was the CEO of the company her Family has been in rivalry with for ages? And when the secret behind her birth is revealed to the world? Would her husband stand by her or let her go? And when another secret is unveiled to the couple? A secret that depended on their future together. Would they drift apart or would love prevail? "Hubby, I slapped Eleanor Roosevelt for badmouthing you. Did I do wrong?" "Of course not. Let me see your wrist... Does it hurt you?" "Hubby, I cursed at the wife of your business partner for calling me a b*tch." "It's fine. I don't plan on working with them anyway." "Hubby..." •••

"When are you going to kill her like you killed her family and pack? She doesn't deserve to be your mate. She's weak and wolf-less." Avery, my mate's former lover, spoke in a bored voice from behind the wide, thick doors. I gasped in shock, covering my mouth to hold back the tears. My mate was responsible for killing my family?! And now, he was plotting my murder with his lover! ___ Selena Ardolf had always been the perfect Luna and a devoted wife. Her only flaw? She couldn't give Alpha King Zander Blake an heir. But just when the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with the miracle of pregnancy, fate delivered the most devastating news of her life—Zander had massacred her family and annihilated her pack. As if that pain wasn’t enough, he had also betrayed her, breaking their sacred mate bond by cheating on her with his childhood friend, an Alpha’s daughter. Heartbroken and shattered, Selena made the only choice she could—to protect her unborn child. She rejected her ruthless Alpha mate and vanished without a trace, keeping her pregnancy a secret from everyone. But fate had other plans. Years later, she is forced to face her ruthless ex-mate once more. This time, Zander seems more obsessed than ever, determined to claim her at any cost. However, Selena is no longer alone. A mysterious vampire prince shows up, declaring that she is his mate—Arabella, from the ages—and he has come to take back what is rightfully his.

If you enjoyed Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her, I'd love to invite you to read my latest novel, Billionaire's Mistake: Claiming the Wrong Bride. I hope you'll fall in love with this new story just as much. In Ardenia’s shipping world, everyone knows Calder Rook. After losing his wife, the powerful shipping tycoon remained single for twenty years and was never seen with another woman. Then Nola Avery entered his life. Nola was supposed to marry Calder’s second son, but on the wedding night, she and her sister entered the wrong rooms. By morning, Nola had slept with Calder, while her sister had ended up with the groom. Rumors soon claimed that Nola had seduced Calder on purpose and forced her way into the Rook family. His admirers mocked her, certain that a young outsider like her would never survive among the cold patriarch and his difficult children. They were wrong. Nola turned the Rook mansion upside down. She challenged Calder, dealt with the Rook children one by one, and somehow won over the entire family. Calder, the untouchable man no woman could approach, began spoiling her beyond reason. Three months later, photos showed Nola leaving the Rook mansion in tears. The haters celebrated, convinced she had finally been thrown out. Then another report appeared. Calder had abandoned a multibillion dollar project to chase after his wife. “Baby, come home.” His father joined in. “Come back, my daughter in law. I will buy you ten yachts.” The Rook children quickly followed. “Don’t leave us, Nola. We’ll listen to you from now on.” Nola: “...”

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my eyes were half-closed; in the other, a branch shadow slashed diagonally across my face. “Can we try again?” Chase sighed. “Avery, you always tense up. Fifty more takes won’t change that.” Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. He had posted in the Westbridge Buy: Twenty dollars for someone to spend ten minutes taking a few graduation photos of my girlfriend. Nothing fancy. She just needs something usable. Half an hour later, a stranger replied. I sent him my location, then added: Just so you know, I’m not very photogenic. His answer came almost immediately: That usually says more about the photographer than about the subject. When Rowan Hayes arrived, he looked at Chase’s two photos and said, “He didn’t even try.” An hour later, he sent me the raw files. No filters, no heavy retouching. Just me on the library steps, my hair loose in the wind and my eyes brighter than I remembered them being.

In the second year of my divorce battle with Adrian Pierce, the judge awarded him everything. As I was packing, my daughter pulled an old cell phone out of one of the boxes. "Mommy, look. It still turns on." I tapped the screen, and an email popped up. It was one I had written to myself 10 years ago. "Clara, how are you at 28? Did you marry the man you love? Is your baby adorable? He loves kids so much. You two must be so happy together." Tears splashed onto the screen as I typed back, one sentence at a time. "I did get married, and we had a daughter. However, I found out he was cheating on me with my best friend, our daughter's godmother, during the third year of our marriage. We spent two years fighting through the divorce, and he won. I walked away with nothing." A reply came back mere seconds after I hit the send button. "You're lying! Adrian and Avery love me more than anyone else in the world. They would never betray me like that." A bitter smile tugged at my lips as my trembling fingers typed another swift but brutal reply. "The people who loved you the most? Funny. Our daughter was born with a congenital heart defect. She wouldn't survive without surgery. I got down on my knees and begged Adrian for the money to save her, but he accused me of trying to scam him. "He froze every one of my accounts and used the money from our wedding gifts to pay for his wedding with Avery. The invitations have already been sent out. "Wake up, Clara. Adrian will no longer love you 10 years from now. Now that you know the cruel truth, it's your choice whether to walk away now or stay with him."