Chloe And Beca Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

Bailey Ashwood has loved Liam Black for as long as she can remember. As the youngest daughter of the pack’s Beta, she grew up admiring the future Alpha from afar, praying every night to the Moon Goddess that he would one day become her mate. Her only comfort was her childhood best friend, Jenny — the one person who knew her deepest secret. But on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Bailey’s world shatters. Drawn by the sudden pull of the mate bond, she follows the intoxicating scent straight to Liam’s room… only to find him in bed with Jenny. Heartbroken and humiliated, Bailey is publicly rejected by the very man she had loved all her life — a rejection fueled by dark secrets, ambition, and betrayal. Unable to bear the pain, she leaves her pack and disappears into the human world, masking her wolf scent with the help of a mysterious witch. For two years, she builds a new life, determined to forget everything about mates, wolves, and destiny. Until the day a powerful and enigmatic CEO walks into her workplace. Xander Draven is feared across the werewolf world as the ruthless Alpha King. The moment he sees Bailey, he knows she is his fated mate — the one he has waited his entire life for. But Bailey no longer believes in fate. And she has no intention of returning to a world that once broke her. As Xander fights to win her trust, old enemies resurface, hidden truths come to light, and a war that could destroy entire packs begins to rise. This time, Bailey must decide: Will she run from destiny again… Or rise from betrayal to claim the throne meant for her?

"Let's cooperate." "You need money and I need a wife, we can help each other." Laura and Matthew were as different as night and day but his sudden offer brought them together. Laura was an unfortunate girl. Her parents left this world when she was young, she lived with her stepmother. So she had to struggle with borrowing money all the time. On the contrary, Matthew was an arrogant billionaire. In a tragic accident, his legs were injured and his temper was getting colder and worse. Marrying Matthew, the benefits would outweigh the harms. So she agreed. Would their marriage end when the contract ended or would love bloom and they would live happily ever after?

“I'm divorcing you!” When Imani heard her so called childhood lover said this to her after 3years of her marriage, her world was broken. Luke thought she would be back in their doorsteps begging like how she did years back but no. Imani vowed never to return there not after she had lost two pregnancy and she's nof about to lose the third one. She fled back to her father, with Luke's child. Imani Is the only heiress to the wealthiest man in LA. After two years of attaining her father's position, Luke came back begging. Luke: “Please take me back, I'm the father of your son! “YOU’RE NOT. I don't know who you are!” Imani fired at him.

"You want a divorce?" His voice was ice, sending a chill down her spine. "You'll never get it." For three years, Bellatrix devoted herself to Cillian Laurent—Miami’s ruthless tycoon and her indifferent husband—hoping to earn his love. But when she’s diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, she realizes the bitter truth: she was never his choice. Just a placeholder for the woman who abandoned him… and has now returned. Determined to reclaim her life, Bellatrix demands a divorce. But the man who once ignored her now refuses to let her go. As buried secrets unravel, she discovers their twisted marriage was never what it seemed. Can she break free from a love that was never hers? Or will his obsession destroy them both?

"Are you married?" Douglass and Mitch, together for 4 years, living together for 1 year. Still passionately in love. On a day that seemed no different from yesterday, one they expected to be just the same. Mitch hears news that Douglass is getting married to someone else. A lover's marriage that everyone knew about except him. Though he tries to end things with Douglass out of sadness and betrayal. Douglass has no intention of letting Mitch go easily. But then, something unexpected happens. After desperately clinging and insisting they would never break up. Douglass completely erases Mitch from his memory overnight due to an accident. "If you're going to marry someone else, let's break up." "We haven't broken up yet. Because I never allowed it." Douglass, who once said this. Now says, "I was dating something like you?" "Just be angry with me instead. Don't talk like that." "You need to understand your position first. Why would I be angry at a mere omega like you?" He was facing Mitch with a cold expression never seen before.

For five years, I have seen Leo Belmonte—the Don’s heir—as the only light in my life. On the day of my wedding dress fitting, he smiled and told me I was only a stand-in for his untouchable first love, Mia. Now that the real thing was back, I was supposed to step aside—go underground, follow my mother's path, and be somebody's mistress like she had been. The bridal fastenings cut my palms bloody, and all he cared about was the dress. His precious Mia ran me down on the highway in her car, and he warned me not to call the police—held my mother's ashes over my head to keep me in line. When the whole internet was calling me a homewrecker, it was him who nailed me to the pillar of shame with his own hands. The night I finally gave up, I boarded the Deluca family's private helicopter. That was when they learned the truth—I was no homeless bastard daughter. I was the only heir the most powerful Don in Europe had been searching for all these years. Once, I saw him as my light. Now he kneels at my feet and begs forgiveness, and all I feel is disgust. One day soon, I would stand at the top of the underworld—somewhere he could never reach again.

For our fifth anniversary, my boyfriend, Caelen Blackwell, flew me—and his mother—to Miami. I thought he was going to propose. Instead, he checked me into the cheapest room of a luxury villa and disappeared. Two days later, I found out he was staying in the private suite with another woman—his mistress, Samatha, the same woman he had just proposed to. When I confronted him, all he said was, “I’d never marry a crippled woman. Look at you, you’ll never be rich, powerful, or beautiful like her.” So I just made one phone call to my father—the most feared mafia boss in Spain—and told him to cut off everything Caelen had been using to build his empire. It’s not like I didn’t know how men like him worked—use a woman up, then toss her aside. I just never thought he would be stupid enough to believe I was the kind of people who could be disrespected or discarded like this.

I time-jumped five years into the future, and my ex-boyfriend, the former Alpha’s bastard son, is now the Alpha. We've had our mating ceremony. I'm carrying his child. But he seems to hate me. When I tried to talk to him, he shoved me away. "If you're here to discuss dissolving the mate bond, we have nothing to say to each other." When I cooked him dinner, he accused me of poisoning his food. I put on my sexiest outfit and paraded around the house trying to thaw him out. He just sneered. "Are you trying to seduce me and then plant another woman in my bed?" I was running out of ideas, so I tried the last card I had. "Can't we at least try to make this work? For the baby's sake?" It was as if the words struck a nerve. "You expect me to raise your lover's child?" I stood there, stunned. What the hell happened in the last five years? And why isn't this baby his?

"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command. He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules." .... But this mess is over. I’m done playing love with him. I’m returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he’s just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go—and take my empire with me. Tristan wants a divorce. But I’ll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.