Depression Novels Novels & Stories

After a steamy night with a stranger when her best friend drugged her, Melissa's life is totally changed. She losses her both parent and all their properties when her father's company is declared bankrupt. Falls into depression almost losing her life but the news of her pregnancy gives her a reason to live. Forced to drop out of college, she moves to the province with her aunt who as well had lost her husband and son. Trying to make a living as a hotel housekeeper, Melissa meets her son's father four years later who manipulates her into moving back to the city then coerced her into marriage with a promise of finding the person behind her parent death and company bankruptcy. Hungry for revenge against the people she believes ruined her life, she agrees to marry Mark Johnson, her one stand. Using his money and the Johnson's powerful name, she is determined to see the people behind her father's company bankruptcy crumble before her. Focused solely on getting justice and protecting her son, she has no room for love. But is her heart completely dead? How long can she resist Mark's charm when he is so determined to make her his legal wife in all sense of the word.

It has been fifty-five days since my fiancé cut me off. I called off the wedding I'd waited eight long years for. All while he was caring for his childhood sweetheart, who was battling depression and seeking peace at a remote retreat. He even had the historic chapel—a local landmark called the Aethelred Sanctuary—closed to the public for six months because of her. And me? I was left to face the swarming reporters, hounded from one place to the next until I had nowhere left to hide—all because he disappeared without a word. Out of options, I went to the retreat to find him. But he turned me away, saying I would disturb the quiet and sanctity of the place. In the bitter cold of deep winter, I collapsed outside the gates, barely holding on. When I woke, I saw him—Jonathan—planting an entire garden of roses on the grounds, every bloom a declaration of love. Six months later, he finally left and returned home with his childhood sweetheart. The roses they had planted now filled what was supposed to be our wedding venue, from floor to ceiling. I watched them, cold and unmoved. What he didn't know was this—I was already engaged to someone else.

The day Dad’s hypnosis stopped working on Mom, she slit her wrists. I ran crying to find Dad. My brother just stood there laughing. "Sis is such a liar. That water's just red food coloring. She and Mom are putting on a show for you." Dad's face flipped from worried to furious. "How long are you going to keep this up?" "Vanessa's depression can't take any more stress. Are you trying to drive her to her grave?" "If you hadn't stolen her parents from her, if you hadn't drugged me and crawled into my bed pretending to be her, I never would have ended up with you." "Pull this act again and I'll throw you back to the slums!" My brother clapped his hands in delight. "Yes! I want Mom gone! I want Aunt Vanessa to be my new mommy!" Mom closed her eyes, all the life draining out of her body. I stood there, jaw clenched, watching Dad walk away with his arm around Vanessa Bennett. A cold, mechanical voice of my mother suddenly echoed in my mind: [Mission failed. Host will be terminated. Countdown: three days.] Dad wouldn’t even have the right to beg her on his knees anymore.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

"You are mine." He growled across my skin and burrowed his face at the base of my neck. I held my breath in fear when I heard the animalistic sound he made. I gasped as he pulled me into his arms. He was strong but also gentle, and his touch sent tingles down my spine. I gulped hard as I felt his lips grazing a soft spot on my neck. I could hardly breathe at this point. Please", he murmured, his lips close to my ear, his breath warm. "Don't leave me." I almost moaned out loud as he nipped on my right ear lope. Amelia Allen always dreamed of becoming a historian like her mother. After another death of her loved ones, Amelia moves to a small town to seek the comfort it had to offer and busy herself in her next project, to find the town's history. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Amelia finds herself in the middle of a world she did not even know existed outside of fictional novels and movies. Not only does the town hold some historical secrets, but several creatures of the night appear, craving her blood and her heart as her senses heighten. Throw in a cold-hearted, sexy, possessive Lycan King who claims she is his destined mate, her life seamlessly goes haywire.

“Please... Take care of my people...”-Lancelot Ral Constance- Sakamaki Yuu is a gay, middle-aged, disabled man. His vices are what makes him shy away from society, yet he harboured hope for a change in his life. It didn’t get any better. Receiving a report on his deteriorating health makes it feel like the entire world is falling on him. Rather than hoping for a change, he now hoped that he could at least leave a trace on this world, which was what caused him to insist becoming the donor for her nephew. A heart donor, which guarantees absolute death. Yet at the very least, his heart would live well inside her. It’s okay if his heart is the only trace that he left. That’s what should happen. Yet by the time he opened his eyes, he realized that he was reincarnated as one of the mobs that supports the villainess in one of the web novels that he had read, namely Lancelot Ral Constance. Not only that, his character is destined to die in a month by the crown prince’s hand. That being said, how donating his heart has to do anything with him waking up as a completely different person? And what’s with these people calling him a noble? And what’s with this need to appeal his knowledge to help the townsfolk? And why the crown prince is handsome damnit! [Uploading cadence: Every Sunday]

Stay with me, please stay I need you to love me, I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace Everly Vivienne Rock, ‘Lyv’ for her readers and followers, is a very… interesting woman. She’s an author of romantic novels, filled with love and fiery passion, but she avoids the limelight. Her only connection with her fans is through her weekly vlog called ‘HeartChat’. When Everly rants about the handsome and talented rock star who has inspired her love stories, whose voice fills her every day and night with wonderful dreams, he actually… responds. For the first time, she considers stepping out of the safe world she’s created for herself. Lennon Stark loves his music and performing, but not the fake women who come along with it. When his little sister shows him ‘HeartChat’, the vlog of her favorite romance author, he’s intrigued by how genuine and warm she is… by her angelic look. As he pursues Everly, he’s forced to evaluate the direction of his life. He wants to meet in person, but as much as Everly wants to, it forces her to face the anxiety that has held her back all these years. With as much courage as she can muster, she steps into the world she’s been hiding from. Unfortunately, her anxiety isn’t the only threat to their happily ever after.

It was my son's engagement party. However, my husband stopped me from giving my soon-to-be daughter-in-law her gift. "His mother will do the honors. This is not your place." I thought he was joking until he put his arm around his childhood sweetheart and sat down together around the main table. "I know Bianca mishandled your baby, but she had postpartum depression, and it was an accident. "She gave you Jason to make up for her mistake. It's time for them to be a family again. She has atoned for her sins." My nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Just when I was on the brink of losing it, my son raised a toast to her. "Someone has stolen your place for 30 years, Mom, but you'll never have to suffer again." Right now, my husband and son were like strangers I'd never met instead of my family. A bitter smile curled my lips. We'd spent more than three decades together. Time had left its mark on my graying hair, yet I was treated as nothing more than an outsider in a place I was supposed to call home. Perhaps this home was too small to fit all of us. Since that was the case, someone had to bow out and that someone… was me.

Selene , the loyal best friend, accidentally has a wild one-night stand with a tall, bearded stranger in a motel during a snowstorm—raw, unforgettable sex she thinks she’ll never repeat. The next day at Gwen’s family dinner, the stranger walks in: it’s CK—Gwen’s lifelong childhood crush and family friend, now their new roommate. Guilt crashes in as Selene realizes she slept with her best friend’s obsession. But the chemistry is too strong to resist. Secret hookups ignite in their shared apartment (kitchen counters, shared bathroom risks, late-night motel dates). They agree to date in hiding—Gwen can never know. Every stolen moment is hotter because it’s wrong. Close calls multiply. CK’s quiet depression cracks around Selene. External pressure builds from ex Megan at his new law firm job. When Gwen starts noticing marks, deleted texts, weird vibes, and the growing distance between her two closest people—the secret begins to crack. The truth explodes at Gwen’s surprise birthday party (puppy reveal, friends, cake). After fallout and healing, Selene and CK reunite months later—no lies, just honest love. Hopeful but scarred ending.