Bts V Cake Design Novels & Stories

He broke his fated mate for a crown. Three years later, she’s the most powerful surgeon in the city… and the only one who can decide if he lives or dies. Three years ago, Lyra Hale was rejected, humiliated, and discarded by the man fate chose for her. Her mate. Alpha heir Aiden Voss didn’t just break her heart—he chose power over her, sealing a royal bond with an Alpha Princess and leaving Lyra with nothing but blood on her hands… …and his child in her womb. So she vanished. No goodbye. No trace. There is no body to bury. Now she’s back. Not as his Luna—but as Dr. Lyra Hale, the most feared surgeon in the city. The woman powerful Alphas beg for. The one who decides who survives the table… and who doesn’t. When a mysterious condition starts tearing Aiden apart from the inside, no hospital will touch him. No one dares. Until he finds her. Desperate. Dying. On his knees. At the mercy of the woman he destroyed. She’s the only one who can save him. He has no idea she’s been raising his daughter in secret. And worse? The mate-bond between them is still alive—twisting, burning, refusing to let either of them go. Now Lyra must decide: Save the man who ruined her life… or finally take everything from him—piece by piece. Because once, he owned her heart. Now? She owns his life. ---

Lena Mitchell had always believed in fairy tale promises—love conquering all, a happy ending within reach. Her life with Daniel, a billionaire embodying her dreams, seemed perfect. Their courtship was a whirlwind of luxury and charm, but once married, cracks began to show. Late nights, unexplained absences, and Daniel’s growing distance hinted at trouble. Lena ignored them until she found undeniable proof of his betrayal: texts, photographs, and evidence of an affair with the alluring Cassandra Morgan. The revelation shattered Lena’s world, turning her once-idyllic life into a prison of deceit. Yet, Lena refused to be broken. Determined to uncover the full extent of Daniel’s duplicity, she resolved to confront him and expose every lie. Her journey would be perilous, diving deep into Daniel’s shadowy world and the dangerous figures within it. But Lena was resolute; she would reclaim her life, confront the betrayal, and emerge stronger from the wreckage of her shattered dreams.

#warewolf #lycan #romantic #LifeandDeath Time is valuable. War doesn't wait for anyone. This girl doesn't have the luxury of slow lessons. She has had a late start. She stood across from us, chest heaving. Staring at us with her Heterochromia. Those dual colored eyes.

Lioren “Lio” Veylan has always survived by wit, lies, and instinct, scraping by on the fringes of Kaldor Kingdom. One stormy night, he discovers a gravely injured stranger and, desperate to protect himself, pretends to be a girl—Liora—to earn the man’s trust and care. But this stranger is no ordinary man: he is Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, the feared “Iron Emperor,” presumed dead after a violent coup. When Kaelric regains his memory, Lio’s carefully constructed lie threatens to unravel entirely. Forced into a marriage under the guise of nobility, he must navigate a treacherous court filled with scheming nobles, deadly threats, and Kaelric’s icy, calculating gaze. Every step is a test, every word a risk—yet the bond they forged in secrecy remains unbroken.

Victor murmured 'Happy Birthday Misha' as he fed me a small piece of cake. Wait! Why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? Stop it! As usual, I was imagining things. I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing was soft, and the cake began to slip away from my fingers. Victor grabbed my hand...(Oh my! I will remember this day forever!)... Closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. There was something so sensual and possessive about it that I began to wonder the same thing all over again. Does Mr Popular and youngest pilot from his academy, Victor Matthews finally got a clue that I have been secretly in love with him all these years?

When love is repaid with humiliation, pain turns into strength. Aruna came carrying medicine and a slice of birthday cake for the man she loved—Revan. But when she arrived at his house, what she found was not the warm smile she had longed for, but a sight that shattered her heart: Revan kneeling down, proposing to another woman in front of everyone. The medicine she had bought with her hard-earned money was thrown away. The cake she had made with love was crushed underfoot without mercy. And Aruna… was left behind without an explanation—only pain and a pride torn to pieces. On her way home, an accident took not only her strength but also the life of the unborn child she carried within her.

After getting fired from my company, I returned to the countryside, spending my days playing rummy with my grandmother, but my entire family went insane, searching for me everywhere. It was because my younger sister, the family's prodigy jewelry designer, couldn't come up with a single design after I left. In my previous life, at the National Jewelry Design Competition, she managed to produce designs identical to mine before I even finished mine. Everyone assumed I had copied her work. Even my own family testified in her favor. The company accused me of misconduct and plagiarism, claiming my actions had tarnished their reputation. I was fired on the spot and ordered to pay a huge fine. My family, seeing me as nothing but a burden, threw me out of the house. Crushed by the weight of family betrayal and public judgment, I fell into depression, only to be killed on the street by one of my sister's obsessive fans. As my consciousness faded, I couldn't understand why my sister managed to create the exact same design before I did. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I just signed up for the National Jewelry Design Competition.

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

After my best buddy, Jack Hughes, certified my 20th girlfriend as 'another gold digger', I finally agreed to an arranged marriage to the wealthy heiress Cyndi White. My family was delighted. Later, at a gathering with friends, Jack snatched Cyndi’s half-eaten cake and said like he was her real husband, "Cyndi, this cake is too sweet. Eating too much won't be good for you. I'll eat it for you." I stopped him, but he did not just think he was in the right. He even exploded and said, "I was just testing your wife's character. Why all the fuss? We've been bros for over a decade. Do you think I've got my eye on your wife?" If it were in the past, I might have believed him. However, I had been reborn. I grabbed the cake from the table and slammed it into his face. "What kind of character do you have, testing other people's character like that? You're just my late driver's son! Why are you pretending to be some wealthy heir? I bet you've not only got your eye on my wife, but you've already planned how to get into her bed!"

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.