Calling Chica Novels & Stories

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

My fiancé fell in love with his secretarial intern and insisted on calling off our engagement. I tried to persuade him against it out of goodwill. “She doesn't come from a powerful family. She can’t help you become the Grant family’s heir. You should keep her aside for now." Humiliated, the secretary jumped to her death in public. Five years later, the first thing he did after becoming the heir was divorce me, destroying my family and leaving us ruined. “I'm clearing your debt with Nessa." When I opened my eyes again, it was my twenty-second birthday banquet. My fiancé’s grandfather asked what my birthday wish was. “I hope Harry and Miss White can share a lifetime of happiness and grow old together.” I bowed slightly. “Please, Old Master Grant, allow Harry and me to end our engagement.”

On the day of my first shift and pack betrothal ceremony with my fated mate, Leon, an unfamiliar Omega appeared, clutching a young boy who broke free and ran to Leon, calling him “Daddy.” To everyone’s shock, Leon embraced the child and admitted the truth: four years ago, he had a brief encounter with Mia, the boy’s mother. Now exiled and vulnerable, she had nowhere else to go. Leon declared he needed to protect them—give them a name, a place—and said he would complete a bonding ceremony with Mia, “temporarily,” for the child’s sake. He asked me, the Alpha’s daughter, to be understanding. Promised his heart still belonged to me. But as the pack watched, they stood together—him, Mia, and the boy—and performed their bonding ceremony in the very place mine was meant to be. That was the day I shifted for the first time and the day I was publicly betrayed by my own mate.

SHE ONLY WANTED TO TASTE REAL HAPPINESS A wedding day was supposed to be a joyous day. But not for Sunshine. Right when she walked down the aisle, Alpha Knoxx, her stepbrother showed her pictures of Alpha Jericho, her mate kissing someone else. Was it an act of mercy or a way to get at her because Knoxx hated her? She was not sure. Heartbroken, Sunshine rejected her groom in front of their guest and ran away, while hating her stepbrother even more. IT WAS HIS GOAL TO MAKE HER LIFE MISERABLE Alpha Knoxx of Heartstone Pack had no love for Sunshine, his hybrid stepsister. In his eyes, she was the reason why his Father had forgotten his mother and married Sunshine's mother. He promised to ruin her stepsister’s happiness. But it seemed like fate had another plan for them ‘cause the moment she rejected her mate, his wolf was calling Sunshine HIS.

"I gave him a crown. He gave me a prison cell." Isabella was the ghostwriter of the Rossi dynasty. She was the brain, the backbone, and the secret weapon. She sacrificed her name, her pride, and her light to make Antonio Rossi a God among men. Her reward? A public arrest. A framed conviction. And a daughter who was brainwashed into calling her a monster. While Isabella rotted in a maximum-security cell, Antonio was busy planning the 'Wedding of the Century' with the woman who helped him destroy her. They took her freedom, her child, and her dignity. But they made one fatal mistake: They let her live. Five years come and pass in a blur nobody expects.Isabella isn't the soft, sacrificial wife anymore. She is a woman with a heart of ice and a bank account that rivals the devil’s. Antonio thinks he’s at the peak of his power. He doesn't realize that the woman he discarded is back and she’s not looking for an apology. She’s looking for blood.

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

Reese Hudson's marriage ended dramatically on Valentine's Day when her billionaire husband brought home his first love. Reese fought to keep her family together, but Jennifer Durham was determined to take everything from her, including her husband's love and her son's affection. Reese had to endure her husband's contempt as he showered all his attention on his lover, while her son began calling Jennifer "mommy". Feeling defeated, Reese couldn't take it anymore and, in tears, agreed to the divorce. However, life has its twists, and now Reese is the most desired woman in Chicago. After realizing Jennifer's greedy and corrupt character, Elliott Goodwin regrets his decision and wants Reese back. But this mission seems nearly impossible now, as Reese has transformed into a new woman, especially since she appears to be building a new family with the charming magnate, Spencer Davies.

*** MIRABELLA Three years! I devoted everything to my husband for three whole years and a divorce paper is what I get as a reward?! Fine. I will set you free with your true love. But I want a better reward. *** EASTON She disappeared after the one night stand but hanged in my mind for six whole years. I believed I could finally enjoy my life without her, but life slapped me hard. She came back with a man and a baby calling him dad?! My ex-wife seems to be so strange to me with her confidence and glamour. Now I'm the one begging her to come back to me. And little Alfred, could you accept me as your dad? THIS IS A TWO IN ONE NOVEL OF THE DESTINED LOVE SERIES BOOK 1: Little Alfred Plays Matchmaker: The Billionaire's Regret BOOK 2: Truly Yours, Dear Childhood Sweetheart

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.