Beyblade Burst Evolutions Novels & Stories

Rainy nights in Sicelia were always thick with the stench of rust and gunpowder. Rumors had circulated that the newly appointed Don of the Romano family, one of the most powerful mafia clans, had been badly disfigured in a fire. His temper had grown brutal, and three fiancées had already been driven to terror. When the news reached the Deluca family estate, my so-called sister had collapsed in tears and begged me to take her place and honor the engagement. I had watched her act in silence before kicking her to the floor. I had said calmly, "When I was brought back into this family, you were afraid of losing your status. You rushed to secure the marriage alliance to protect your position. Now that your fiancé is disfigured and you can't bear to face that scarred monster, you want to shove me into the flames instead?" At that moment, my childhood sweetheart had burst through the door. He bent down and helped my fake sister to her feet, his concern plain to see. "Elena, don't be so ungrateful," he snapped. "This marriage was yours from the beginning. Now it's simply returning to its rightful owner. Tomorrow, I'll be holding a grand wedding with Rosa. As for you, you can obediently go and serve that monster." My parents had stormed in as well, pointing at me and cursing without restraint. As I looked at the selfish faces before me, I drew a slow breath. Resolve hardened in my eyes. "Fine," I had said quietly. "Then all of you can come down to hell with me."

Ian Tost was the prince of the notorious underworld. Everyone in Harbor City knew he spoiled me rotten. He even went so far as to hire ninety-nine female bodyguards to keep me from harm. It did not prevent a kidnapping attempt on me. One of those bodyguards, Cece Yates, ended up with nothing more than a scratch. Ian immediately brought in the nation’s top medical specialists to treat her. To comfort her, he even took her to the Maldives for a vacation and gifted her an island. Not long after they returned from their trip, Beatrix Kazinsky, my mother, suddenly suffered a stroke and was hospitalized. Then, Michael Kazinsky, my younger brother, died in an accident during a competition. I burst into the morgue while in tears, only to overhear Ian comforting Cece. “All right now, it was my fault you got hurt last time. I’ve made Mira’s family pay for it. You’ve got too much grace to hold a grudge against her.” With my nails digging into my palms, I finally realized everything that had happened to my family was Ian’s doing. It was all just because his precious bodyguard got hurt because of me! I stumbled out of the hospital with my brother’s death certificate in a daze. On my phone, messages from that person kept coming. It added up to ninety-nine share transfer agreements, along with his promise. [As long as you want me, my arms will always be open for you.]

Trapped by one brother's revenge, claimed by the other's love. When Kelly's scholarship journey began, she never expected to fall into the trap of Jimmy Montego, the charming and ruthless second son of the Montego, on her very first day of semester. But Kelvin Montego, the charismatic eldest son, burst into her life like a savior, and it was love at first sight. But her heart had other plans. As she struggled to completely break free from Jimmy's grasp, sparks flew from the forbidden attraction that grew with every passing moment with him. while Kelvin's kindness and love only deepened her feelings. Every kiss, every touch ignited a spark in her heart.The same sparks she felt for Jimmy. Torn between the two brothers who've claimed her heart, Kelly's world is further complicated by a shocking revelation: her past is intricately linked to the Montego family's, and her parents' death may not have been an accident. With revenge and heart at war, Kelly must navigate a treacherous landscape of love, loyalty, and deceit. Can she choose between the brothers who've captured her heart, or will the truth about her past consume her? "She's mine!" Kelvin's furious declaration echoed through the air, his anger and possessiveness boiling over. But Jimmy stood firm, his own rage igniting as he retorted, "No, she's always been mine!" As the brothers clashed, their rivalry intensified, with Kelly caught in the middle.

The only reckless thing I ever did in my last life was fall in love with Luca Moretti. For five years, I called him my brother by day and lay in his arms by night. Then half a month ago, outside the Moretti Club, I heard him talking to his men. "Luca, what are you going to do about the little girl Grace brought in? Weren't you supposed to play with her and dump her? How has this gone on for five years?" "You got with her to get back at your stepmother, right? Sophia dumped you back then, so you turned around and went after Grace's precious daughter. Don't tell me you actually fell for her." Then Luca's cold, cruel voice slipped through the crack in the door. "Love her? Come on. I just haven't decided how to end it yet. Maybe I'll let her stand alone in the church on our engagement day. That could be fun." Laughter burst from the private room. I stood outside the door, my hands and feet turning ice-cold. So my five years of love were just his pastime, a knife meant to cut my mother. I ran from the club in a panic, drove straight into the storm, and died in a pileup on Chicago's South Side. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the year before anyone knew about me and Luca. This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to throw me away. I would leave first.

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital. I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time. Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on." This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that. On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain. On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn. These kinds of things have happened countless times. Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse. I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says. I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

Charlie, Serena’s fiancé, had burst into my bedroom, drunk and furious with blazing eyes. "She’s gone because of you," he had roared, his voice cracking with a pain that I had never seen before. He had grabbed my arm, his grip bruising my skin as he dragged me roughly toward the mirror. "Look at yourself, Evelyn. You have her face, her hair, her eyes. But you’re the one who ruined her. You’re the reason she can't walk, and now you’re the reason she’s vanished." "You are only in this house because you look like her," he hissed, his eyes boring coldly into mine. "You are a placeholder and that’s what you will always be. You stay here to suffer because that is the only value you have left. Your parents were right about you. You were always the mistake they couldn't fix." _____________ Evelyn was the family’s black sheep, while Serena, her sister, was the family’s salvation. She was forced to marry the man who hated her to pay for a crime she didn't commit. For years, Charlie made her life a living hell to avenge her sister's legs. But when the paralyzed sister returns walking and Charlie demands a divorce, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes with a secret. Five years later, she’s back not as a victim, but as the CEO who owns his rival company. Charlie, realizing Serena is the true villain, wants a second chance but it’s too late.

A year after Easton Carter turns down my 99th proposal, he calls me in the middle of the night, crying like his world's falling apart. He says his grandmother is dying and her last wish is to see him married. He tells me he's finally ready. He's already ordered the dress and booked the venue. But when I show up at the venue in my wedding dress, his friends burst out laughing. "You actually believed that? And you even swapped the cheap dress he ordered for a custom-made one? You're the queen of pathetic!" Then one of them yells, "Look, the groom's side piece showed up to crash the wedding!" "Security, come get this homewrecker!" Guests turn to stare like they're watching a joke unfold. Easton doesn't even look at me. He turns to the woman he loves and says, "I told you I'd ruin this wedding for you. I meant it. If you can't have him, no one will!" She gives him a satisfactory smile. Then, he finally glances at me. "Tina said you did her a favor today. When we get married, you can be the bridesmaid, and you can still spend time with us after that." So, he brought me here just to help his sweetheart ruin her crush's wedding. But when Easton finally looks up at the wedding banner and realizes that I'm the bride, his eyes flare with rage.

Mac saw her eyes burst into flame, just jump to life. His hand stilled, and his cock stiffened. “There you are, babe,” he whispered. “I knew you were still in there somewhere.” Her eyes sparked again. “Shane…” “Nuh-uh.” His voice was husky and dark. “Don’t say anything – just keep looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m buried deep inside you, and you’re just about to come.” **** Four years ago, Miranda Campbell – once Miranda Kane – walked away from the only man she ever loved. Not because she wanted to, but because staying would have gotten him killed. She vanished to protect Shane MacIntyre, rebuilding her life in secrecy and fear. When fate throws them back together and Shane demands the truth, Mirrie knows she can’t run anymore. It’s time to tell him who she really is, and why loving her was never safe. Shane “Mac” MacIntyre doesn’t believe in attachments. The woman who broke him disappeared without a word, leaving behind a life of hard work and harder one-night stands. Seeing Mirrie again changes everything. He’ll fight monsters, enemies, and fate itself to keep her alive and bring her back to him. But some dangers don’t forgive bravery. And if Shane survives what’s coming, he may still lose Mirrie...for risking everything she sacrificed to save him.

To Willa Fowler, I'm not her husband, but rather, a non-performing asset that awaits her handling. When I fall sick and ask her for help, she grows impatient with me. "This is a low-tier problem that you should be dealing with on your own. There's no need to report to me about it." When I burst into tears from an emotional breakdown, she berates me, "If you lose control of your emotions, you'll just show everyone else the vulnerability in our alliance. Next time, I'll have the PR team teach you how to manage your emotions." Even when I call her for help after getting into a car crash, she doesn't hesitate to hang up on me. "Everything concerning you isn't important enough for me to suspend the hundred-billion-dollar transaction I'm performing right now." I spend seven days in the ICU getting my life saved afterward. On the first day of getting home, I witness Willa bending down to gently coax another young man into taking his medication. She opens her mouth in an attempt to explain the situation to me. But I just chuckle bitterly before handing over the paperwork I've already prepared in advance to her. This time, I sound exactly like her. "Ms. Fowler, regarding our marriage project, after a comprehension evaluation, the return on the investment is deemed too low. Therefore, I'd like to officially propose a termination on this project. "This is the divorce agreement. Please leave your signature here."