Copper Coin Novels & Stories

"I Jeremy Walker, reject you Olivia Myles as a fated mate" Jeremy said baldly without a single emotion in his eyes. He turned back and walked away leaving Olivia to feel the pain. Olivia was taken aback at first. Not only Olivia was shocked, everyone in the building was. The rejection was too cruel. He didn't even talk to her to get to know her. He just rejected her in front of the whole pack. "Arghhhh!" Pain struck Olivia's heart like a rock was thrown on it. She held her chest and screamed out loud. No one even moved close to her. They all watched as she fell to the ground, landing on the broken bottles she was trying to pick earlier. She cried out in pain rolling on the floor. The pain from the bottles piercing her skin can't be in any way compared to the pain in her heart. Olivia Myles is just like the trash of the pack. No one loved her because she's an omega, her family not exempted. Olivia had to suffer bullying from everyone. She was timid and couldn't fight back but then after she was brutally rejected by her, Jeremy Walker the soon to be Alpha. She then decided to be a better person and wouldn't allow anyone to toss her around like a coin anymore. She then ran away from her pack after she was almost to be married to the oldest and ugliest man in their pack. Will she come back powerfully and take her revenge on Jeremy or she would be captured by love and forget about revenge? Will she be able to forgive all those who hurt her?

BLURB: I am Melissa Copper, chosen by the moon goddess as the fated mate of the Alpha triplets. I have always dreamt of being their mate but they cruelly discarded me, choosing my Twin sister Amelia over me at the Alphas coronation ceremony. They have always belonged to her. They despised me, that I know, I have always seen it in their eyes but the mate bond keeps drawing me closer to them. Now, I have decided to leave, to end the whole circus. I begged them to reject me, but they wouldn't do it. They wouldn't let me go… **** “Melissa, Please come back to us!" They all echoed in unison. “We want you…we have always wanted you!” Caleb said softly, his voice trailing off his breath, as he pinned me to the wall. I kept staring at his enticing lips, but I shook my head to get rid of the desires burning within me. “We promise to treat you right!” Cypril said, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips, as his other hand found its way to the warm spot between my thighs. I clenched my legs together, trying to force out his hands from my thighs but he didn't budge. “You will always be ours. Just come back already!" Cain pleading eyes met mine, as he leaned in pressing a kiss on my lips, his hands tracing the corner of my ear. “No." I said, my voice louder than I had expected it to be, especially with their bodies pressed against mine and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I am not coming back…go back to Amelia.”

"I’ll make you beg and cry out my name, Father Hale. You won’t even be able to face the altar without remembering how you came apart on my tongue." Vincente terrifying voice admitted curling around the crucifix at my throat as his rough, unforgiving fingers, pinned my wrists above my head. His thigh shoved between mine, spreading me open, and the heavy press of his cock ground against the thin barrier of my underclothes. Mine answered before I could stop it, swelling shamefully through the thin clothes that clung like a second, traitorous skin. "Feel that?" he whispered, rolling slow, merciless circles that tore a broken sound from my throat. "That’s your body confessing louder than any prayer." I tried to twist away, but the movement only dragged my hips harder against him. "Please," I gasped, the word cracking open like a wound. "Vicente —God—" "God’s not here," he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Only me, you don't call God when you are about to sin." His hands slipped under me working on me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but the moan slipped out anyway, raw and ragged. "Say it. Say you want me," he demanded, his thumb circling the slick head until my vision blurred. "Beg me to stop. Or beg me not to." A sob tore free as my body arched, chasing the pleasure I hated myself for craving. "Please...Vicente—" He swallowed the broken plea with his mouth, teeth and tongue, sucking the faint copper of my own blood. When he pulled back, his eyes glittered like black glass. "Oh." He smiled, "You mean I can continue?" And my last hope to get him stop chattered.

Gair, the third-born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the border, is one of three identical triplets. He is quite content with the fun and freedom of a third-born son. He enjoyed spending his days training with the men and his nights laying with willing lasses. Leaving his brothers to squabble over how to run the clan and worry about providing heirs suited him fine. Unfortunately, the king has other ideas. To keep peace in the highlands and unite the borderlands the king feels all three men must have a clan of their own. Since he believes all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them which will result in each having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. He wed Gai to a beautiful woman. The problem? The woman had married his brother two years earlier! With a coin toss, the brothers swap identities, switching wives and clans. Will anyone notice? Will Gair regret leaving his home and the beautiful woman the king had gifted him to head off into the unknown, to run a clan he's never visited and marry a woman he's never met? Isobel is an outcast in her own clan. She refuses to dress or act like a lady. Instead, she has found a way to become nearly invisible, and to help and who are being abused to escape to new lives. She had thought herself safe from the dangers of marriage. It hadn't occurred to her that the king would see it done. Can she trust this stranger with her secrets? Can he help her heal from the past? Most importantly, can she help him save their clan from being taken over by a band of rogue mercenaries?

I gave him nine years. Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his. Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself. Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married. He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin. The divorce papers came that same night. I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving. I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed. I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind. He did not know. I believe that. But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​