Backstory Novels & Stories

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

“Sweetie, this is the plan that we came up with for your background. Why don’t you take a look at it and see if it’s okay?” “Okay. Thank you.” Xavia took it and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the deeper her frown became. “It says that my parents died when I was a child and that I have been living with the elderly in the countryside? I ate grass and dirt and almost got bitten to death by wolves? Is this supposed to be my background?” “Yes. That is to give you an even better and more three-dimensional image so that the fans can get to know you more and sympathize with your story.”

“Do you know the best thing about this place?” Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at me silently. “This is the Kingdom of rogues,” I smiled a soft smile “That means everyone here has one backstory or another of how they were jousted from their pack. No one is clean. If they are, then their parents or grandparents are not clean.” I interlaced my fingers with hers softly and rubbed my thumb against the back of her palm. “Yet, the kingdom is thriving and we all manage to find love. Even Amari has his own backstory. Don’t you think you should hear it before you judge if he’ll reject you or not?”

said Petter confidently. "Your man doesn't know himself; who is he if he doesn't marry me?" I clenched my fists to hold back the turmoil in my heart. Before marrying me, Petter was an ordinary employee in my father's office. At first, Petter and I did not approve of our relationship, but I, being stubborn, actually insisted on marrying Petter, just for reasons of mutual love. But now, as if I were reaping what I sowed, I heard for myself how evil Petter betrayed me.

Holding up the police report, I continued, "Don't worry, I've sent his lover to jail." The chat erupted with cheers. "I did it because she trained her dog to try to kill me. I don't understand why James still thinks we can be a happy family if I go back. What he's done to me is unforgivable. Thirty years ago, he failed in business. His first love and also current lover, Sophia Lewis, ran off with all his money. I asked my family for financial support so that I could help get back on his feet. But over the years, he grew to despise me. He said that I was an old and unattractive woman."

The door shut behind me, without a second thought, I climbed into bed, and under the covers, hoping to separate myself from him for a while, but my thoughts were what was haunting me. “...he’s adopted..” Joanne’s words kept coming back to me. It was no secret that I grew up in the orphanage, asides the fact that I volunteered at every orphanage I could find during my early days, and till date a chunk of whatever I earned went to orphanages around the world, people from Sweet Home often went to the media whenever they needed quick cash to talk about my time in the orphanage, so Greg made me do interviews about it myself, so there was nothing for anyone to talk about.

Once he finished speaking, I asked a single sentence in a light voice. "Is that all?" The other end fell silent for a brief moment, then his voice turned cheerful. "That's all for now. It's Mandy's first time going abroad. I'm afraid she won't be used to it, so look after her a bit more." I suddenly felt it was ironic. Turns out, he was capable of remembering everything, but nothing concerning me. After five years together, he didn't know that milk gave me a stomachache and that I was allergic to mangoes. He knew even less that I had to draw the curtains tightly to sleep and couldn't stand heavy perfume scents.

I began to recount the tumultuous journey that had brought me to this moment, I could see the curiosity flickering in Caleb's eyes, his expression a mixture of fascination and disbelief. He listened intently as I wove the tapestry of my past, each thread a testament to the trials and tribulations that had shaped me into the man I had become. "I was born into a world of chaos and uncertainty," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "My parents were rogues, drifters who wandered from pack to pack, never staying in one place for long. They were never there for me, never offered me the stability and security that every child deserves."

I'm Aiden, a background character in a melodrama novel. When the arrogant scholarship student, Brock, transferred into our school and cursed the four most powerful families as a cancer on society, I was studying. While the four heiresses dragged Brock through endless love-hate drama, I kept grinding away. That was until the midterm exams, when I snatched first place away from him. The Holdsworth heiress locked me in a dark storage room, saying she'd keep me there for three days to teach me a lesson. So I calmly dialed an encrypted number on my phone. After all, it's a trashy melodrama. Who doesn't have a hidden identity? Three minutes later, the entire school was surrounded by a fleet of

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.