Bone Deep Novels & Stories

The heir to Ashbourne's most powerful family was hopelessly in love with me. We met when we were children. When we turned 17, he couldn't wait any longer and confessed his feelings. At 20, he sold his favorite heirloom bracelet to buy me a rose-quartz necklace and told me I would always be his princess. At 24, I was diagnosed with leukemia. He donated his bone marrow to save me, despite his family's wishes. At 30, he became a business titan. One day, he proposed to me in the grandest way possible via a global livestream. No one would have believed that a man so devoted had secretly been keeping the fake heiress who framed me by his side for three full years. All those years of love suddenly seemed like a dream, and now… I had been slapped awake. So, I made arrangements to fake my death. From that moment on, he and I would never see each other again.

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

Since my bone cancer is already terminal, my doctor asks me if I wish to receive an amputation. My breath is lodged in my throat. After hesitating for a few moments, I end up texting my husband, Jordan Parker. "If I undergo the amputation surgery, I'll get to live for another year. Do you want me to take up the surgery?" One minute before I'm scheduled to undergo the surgery, my phone finally buzzes. "Best wishes." It's the same response as the one I've been receiving for every message I've sent him over the past three years. Of course, Jordan has responded by transferring me money and a note that says "best wishes". I put down my phone quietly. Ever since I've borrowed 500 thousand dollars from him on our wedding night, Jordan has already determined that I'm a gold digger, just like what his friends have been saying about me. That's why Jordan transfers me money when I go through a miscarriage. When I beg him to attend my dad's funeral, he gives me money as well. Half a year ago, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. The thought about having to live my life with tubes inserted into various parts of my body while lying on my sick bed and waiting for Death to grace me with its presence in the near future triggers a mental breakdown immediately. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I send 97 long audio messages to Jordan. In return, I've received 97 money transfers. Now, I'm about to get amputated just so I can extend my life span, and here Jordan is, fusing beads with his childhood sweetheart, Camille Laurent. As I stare at Camille's romantic social media post and the barrage of comments that wish her and Jordan well, I pluck out the needle with a bitter smile on my face. There is once when Jordan has told me in a tone filled with hatred and resentment that his biggest regret is his decision to call off his engagement with Camille over a gold digger like me. Well, I hope that this time, he won't have any regrets anymore.

“Once upon a time, I got pregnant by my boss and as a result, developed a deep, deep hatred for men. Cole Frost and I were never to cross paths again after that night, so what was he doing six years later, paying 300,000 dollars to get me? What was he doing, melting my daughter’s heart? Focus, Clarissa!”

GLORIA; I was there when some clawed, green eyed beasts tore my parents apart. This merciless and outrageously wicked creatures... I mean werewolves, made me an orphan, they stripped me of the right to a parent ; which lead to marrying so early and to the wrong husband at that but now..... "We're sorry Miss Gloria but you're... You're carrying Alpha Damian Moon's baby" DAMIAN MOON This should be a relief. This should bring even tears of joy to my face that I, Alpha Damian who just got betrayed by my first love is becoming a father overnight. But No! A human pup mother will bring nothing but distraction and more troubles for me. Every werewolf out there hates me to bone and will stop at nothing to see my rival get the throne... But now I have an extra burden. Yes she's a burden at first... Nothing but a big and awfully smelling distraction... But this woman... "Why must you be the only one protecting me? Listen, as from now on, Depend on me and watch me protect you because you're my baby's father"

I am a top-notch surgeon. But when my ex-boyfriend —— now the Don of the Blackwood family —— was brought to the hospital injured, even the head nurse advised me against taking the case. Everyone said the Dante Blackwood despised me. Because three years ago—the last time we met—I took off my engagement ring and handed it back to him, then got into the car of Dominic, the Don of Mercer family. But I still put on my white coat and walked in. Not only walked in—I pressed my hand right against his stomach without a shred of hesitation. Before the punch came, it was the killing intent in his eyes. "I told you. Touch me one more time, and I'll break every bone in your body." The interns outside the door were all holding their breath for my safety. I adjusted my gold-rimmed glasses and let out a helpless smile. But the moment I undid the buttons of his shirt, even though his mouth told me to get out, his body couldn't help but tense up.

In order to find clean water for his beloved Liana Hughes to bathe, Castiel Fenton, my brother, left the base with all the able-bodied men. But among the zombies, a sentient Zombie King emerged and took it as an opportunity to invade the base. June Morgan, my pregnant sister-in-law, was torn in half by zombies while protecting me, and Poppy, my little niece was devoured down to the bone trying to help me escape. To save the base, I called Castiel for help. Upon hearing the news, he had no choice but to abandon Liana and rush back with his men. Eventually, the zombies were driven out of the base, but Liana was eaten by a passing zombie. Castiel said nothing and only collected Liana’s remains expressionlessly. On the day of Liana’s funeral, Castiel deliberately pushed me into a horde of zombies and let them feast on my body. “If you hadn’t called me back, Liana wouldn’t have died! You must pay for her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the zombies invaded the base.

I'm Ailee. I am the princess of the largest, most feared Irish mafia and next in line to take over. I'm known as the Ice Queen because of how ruthless I can be to my enemies. I came to the Renegades to find my father. I need his bone marrow to save my life. I don't need him or his club for anything else. But their resident cowboy catches my eye. He says I'm his but can our worlds combine without a deadly explosion? I'm Lug Nut. The moment I see a picture of Ailee I know she is mine. I will make sure her father saves her life so I can have her in mine. Our worlds are different as they can be but I won't let it stop me from making this mafia princess mine. When I suddenly become the guardian of a baby will Ailee stay by my side or will it be too much? The cowboy Renegade will do whatever it takes to keep Ailee and the baby that is the only blood family I have left.

Synopsis “You will do as told. After all, you pushed her down the stairs and she is in there because of you. Donating this bone is the price you have to pay.” “But why, Liam.” Her voice sounded broken. “Why did you never believe me? I didn't touch Sophia.” “And how is that my business?” He hissed and grabbed her arm. “For someone who stole another person’s life, you sure do have some mouth on you.” He pushed her roughly into the moving elevator. “Please Liam… believe me.” “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed. “You’re a filthy liar and I’ll never believe a word that comes out from you. Now, move!” Three years ago Charlotte Windsor was framed for a crime she didn’t commit. She was thrown into jail by her ex-husband and her entire life went down the drain. Now, three years later, she is freed but an even worse fate awaits her. Will she let her nemesis trample over her again? Or will she fight back? Let’s find out.

“You will do as told. After all, you pushed her down the stairs and she is in there because of you. Donating this bone is the price you have to pay.” “But why, Liam.” Her voice sounded broken. “Why did you never believe me? I didn't touch Sophia.” “And how is that my business?” He hissed and grabbed her arm. “For someone who stole another person’s life, you sure do have some mouth on you.” He pushed her roughly into the moving elevator. “Please Liam… believe me.” “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed. “You’re a filthy liar and I’ll never believe a word that comes out from you. Now, move!” *** Three years ago Charlotte Windsor was framed for a crime she didn’t commit. She was thrown into jail by her ex-husband and her entire life went down the drain. Now, three years later, she is freed but an even worse fate awaits her. Will she let her nemesis trample over her again? Or will she fight back? Let’s find out.