Calling Johnny Novels & Stories

To let Alpha Duncan's first love become the mother of our son, my husband didn’t hesitate to commit perjury in court and personally send me, his wife, to prison. Four years later, after I was released, just as I was starting to regain hope for life, dozens of luxury cars showed up at the prison gate, with two people stepping out. “How could you?! How could you do something so evil?! You should never have been my mom. I wish Auntie Ashley has always been my mother!” My heart broke. Seeing my husband and son again, I felt like they were real demons, turning me away so easily. Just then, the little boy beside me stepped forward. “Don’t bully Mommy!” Hearing this, my biological son angrily asked, “Who are you calling ‘mommy’?! I’m her only son!” I didn’t want to deal with them or explain anything. I just wanted to live a good life with my Justin. I crouched down, hugged him, comforted him in saying, “Justin, there’s nothing to say to these people... We’re overstaying our welcome. Come on.” “Halt right there!”

She woke up every morning with a heavy heart, dreading the inevitable encounter with Mr. Montenegro. She couldn't comprehend why he had such intense hatred towards her, always finding ways to belittle and demean her. She attempted to disregard the hurtful comments and taunts, but it cut her deeply. As time passed, her patience began to wear thin. She could no longer tolerate the constant abuse. One day, she confronted him and asked him why he treated her so terribly. He merely laughed and insulted her, calling her weak and pathetic. However, something inside her snapped that day. She refused to allow him to have control over her any longer. Standing tall, she looked at him in the eye and informed him that she would no longer tolerate the abuse. He was taken aback by her sudden display of strength, and for the first time, he saw her as a person rather than just a target. Over time, his attitude towards her changed. He ceased the insults and began to show her a grudging respect for standing up to him. She learned that sometimes, you have to fight back to be treated with dignity and respect. She was determined to never allow anyone to make her feel small again..

The night my husband, William Costello, was assassinated by his enemies was supposed to be a celebration—our wedding anniversary. I was dressed in his favorite red dress, waiting for him, when the phone rang. "Mr. Costello was shot at the harbor. The bullet went through the back of his head. He died on the spot." I collapsed to the floor. I clung to his belongings, mourning for a week straight. We even lost our unborn child during this time. Everyone said William and I were true love. Even the Don himself came to the funeral, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder with a sigh. He said, "All of Blackhaven knows you were the only woman he ever loved." Grief nearly destroyed me. I stood at the river's edge, ready to follow William into the afterlife. However, I overheard my sister-in-law, Emily Hawkins, leaning into my brother-in-law, Jones Costello, her voice dripping with a twisted affection. She purred, "William, I love you so much. Between Nina and me, who do you think is sexier?" "Of course it's you, babe!" came the husky reply. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and my body trembling. Why was Emily calling my brother-in-law by my husband's name?

“You’re mine, little puppy,” Kylan growled against my neck. “Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.” — When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition. Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate. Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell. As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?

“Why is she looking so wasted, a bit horny at the same time? Do you think she's horny because of us?” Someone asked. Why do their voices sound different? But I had the same feeling for all of them. It can't be that I was suffering from sexual starvation, and the reason I couldn't differentiate their voices. Just then, I felt someone behind me. He grabbed me from behind, and began caressing my neck with his tongue. I wanted to scream for him to stop, but at that moment, I just couldn't tell why I felt so aroused and dripping with horny liquids inside of me. “I bet you're going to get bent over and fucked if you keep releasing these pheromones, love,” the voice behind my ears echoed. I'm in trouble, this can't be happening for real. I must be dreaming. Kiera lived a simple life doing what she knew how to do best, with a secret, she kept hidden from the world. But what happens when she comes across four brothers who were hell-bent on taking that secret to light and calling her their mate? Will Kiera succeed in keeping her secret, or will she give in to the mysterious men who are desperate to make her theirs?

Reed is the King’s Man, a hunter of rebels and master of avoiding emotional entanglements. He’s seen enough tragic mate bonds to know one thing: he wants no part of it. His plan? Reject his mate the second he meets her. Except his mate turns out to be Clarisse, an arrogant, clueless, detached human who doesn’t even know rejection is an option. All Clarisse wants is to figure out her past, not deal with a grumpy wolf shifter who keeps calling her “human” like it’s an insult. But when assassins come after her, she’s thrown headfirst into Reed’s world of secrets, fur, and fangs. As the bodies pile up and truths unravel, Reed discovers Clarisse is more than his mate. She’s a lost queen with a target on her back. Now Reed is forced to protect the mate he didn’t want, help her claim a throne she never asked for, and survive a conspiracy that’s way above his pay grade. All the while, they both try to resist the mate bond. Tropes: Shifters, crazy FL with no feelings, a little love triangle, witches, conspiracy, obsessed ML, a good amount of spice, and a happily ever after.

“I Micheal Volkswagen refuse to get married to a lying thief. I am calling off the engagement, and after today, you better not come near me.” Micheal, my fiancee announced. I watched silently, head lowered and my words caught in my throat. I wanted to cry. I wanted to say I had been framed, but who would believe me when they all flocked over to the ewe that had cried wolf? *** Attending a Mafia event with her fiance was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but Audrey's life takes a crucial turn when she gets framed by her fiancée betrothed. Accused of stealing, and with no evidence to prove her innocence, Audrey leaves in shame. She couldn't blame them, the mafia had a motto. No honour for the thieves, but she was shattered when she found out she wasn't framed, but it was Michael's plan all along. She wants revenge, but the universe isn't done with her yet. No. Not when she finds out that she was pregnant, and worse, when Michael's biggest enemy, his uncle approaches. What he wanted was Audrey and her baby. It was his ultimate revenge plan yet, but would Audrey agree?

As soon as I've moved into my new home, Rebecca Zangler, the white-collar office worker who lives across from my apartment calls the cops on me. Her reasoning is that I've been peeping on her whenever she's taking a shower because my unrequited love toward her has transformed into brimming hatred and resentment. When the police show up, Rebecca starts crying her heart out. Then, she begins berating me. "You pervert! Every night, you're the one peeping at me with your binoculars! You even uploaded my photos to the Internet! "I saw everything, you know! Those eyes of yours are nothing but lecherous! You really are disgusting!" My neighbors begin pointing at me while mumbling about me. Someone even comes over and starts roughing me up and calling me a scumbag. "Perverts like him should be chemically castrated!" "He looks decent at first glance, but you'll never know that he's actually a peeping Tom!" When faced against everyone's backlash, I take off my sunglasses quietly, revealing my cloudy eyes. "Officer, may I ask how can a blind man like me peep on others in the first place?"

In a brutal all-male cadet academy where discipline is law and weakness is quietly erased, obedience is not requested—it is engineered. Elias enters the institution for survival. Debt, obligation, and limited options leave him with one rule: endure. He believes discipline is a tool, something external he can master and leave behind once his training is complete. He is wrong. The academy does not simply train bodies—it reshapes awareness. Silence becomes instruction. Proximity becomes pressure. Choice erodes long before it is ever questioned. Elias draws the attention of Instructor Vale, a senior authority figure whose control relies not on punishment, but on restraint. Vale does not command often. He observes. He waits. He allows Elias to adjust himself—until obedience feels voluntary and resistance feels unnatural. As training intensifies, Elias finds himself isolated, refined, and increasingly dependent on the presence that once unsettled him. The line between discipline and desire begins to blur, forcing him to confront a dangerous question: is he being controlled, or is he choosing alignment? In a system designed to strip autonomy while calling it order, Elias must decide whether obedience is something done to him—or something he is willing to claim. Under Orders is a slow-burn psychological MM novel exploring power, conditioning, and the unsettling intimacy of control—where submission is not demanded, but learned.

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.