Detective Wayne Bailey Novels & Stories

I could always hear strange noises coming from the room next to me. A cacophony of people having intercourse. The noise kept me awake all night. But the strange thing was, he lives alone.

Emma lost her parents at a young age. Determined to solve their mysterious death, she became a detective. Not the best at her job, yet, she decided that only death would make her give up her quest for truth. Years gone by, she received a tip that led her to raid a warehouse. In the process, she stumbled upon a truth that a different world has tried to keep hidden. Werewolves were real. At the point of almost getting killed by these vicious creatures, the unexpected happened. A man with the speed of light and the calmness of water saved her. It didn't stop there, whenever she was in danger, the man appeared. It seemed like he could hear her distress. Indeed, he could. Alpha Clyde wasn't one with a lot of free time on his hands to be playing a vigilante. He only did it for his Mate. Getting the news that she was Alpha Clyde's mate, Emma knew that everything was about to change. What she didn't know was that this change had everything to do with her past, present, and future.

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

Ashley Simpson was supposed to be married to her father's choice — George Chulley, the son of the Oil Magnate on Christmas Eve but fate had different plans. On the night of their engagement party, a day before their wedding, Ashley is told to meet her soon-to-be husband, George Chulley in his hotel room to show her loyalty. Before she goes over, she gets drunk. Her drunken state leads her to enter the wrong room. The room of Alex Wayne — The Billionaire owner of Wayne's enterprise. She and the billionaire have a rendezvous. In the course of their sex, Virgin Ashley falls in love, but she is not the only one. When she wakes up, he is no longer there. Ashley is from the drug dealers world while Alex is from the corporate world. Alex and Ashley's rendezvous takes them on a path of sizzling love and adventure. In the end, would their love be worlds apart?

“Like we both know… you’re my tool, I am the handyman, and I’ll use you as I wish…” He growled glowering down at me as his hand gripped my waist. “You’re not human Hardy” I shook my head letting the tears fall. “We’ll see about that,” He said as his entire mouth aggressively covered mine. Joanne McCaine’s night suddenly went from normal to Bizarre, after being taken against her will the night of her best friend’s birthday, and to a villa owned by Hardy, a Ruthless billionaire who lived a secretive but yet mercurial life. Not knowing why she was suddenly kidnapped, Joanne soon learned that her best friend, Bailey and her father were in Hardy’s debt and Bailey had written Joanne off as payment in her place. Now wrongfully held as Hardy’s hostage, Joanne became not only his tool for revenge but also the center of attention of pleasure for Hardy after shaking his world- - .*

Ashley Leon Waller lives his life like he always did for four years with work keeping him busy. When a young woman, Amaya Bailey Whitmore, walked into his life he never thought that his life could get worse than it already was. However, only months after he first met her, he was proven completely wrong...

Celeste Cox sent me a photo on WhatsApp. I opened it to find a picture of the school heartthrob and me in an intimate embrace, the pose as suggestive as could be.

My roommates have booked booth seats at the New Year Countdown Light Show at the price of five thousand dollars per ticket. Soon, they begin urging me to transfer them my share of the payment on the group chat. I just send them a screenshot of the remaining balance in my bank account. "You guys have fun. I'm still saving up for my college tuition fees." Everyone just spams me with laughing messages instead. One of my roommates, Zane Lawson, even uploads a screenshot of our conversation to his social media feed together with a caption that says, "The first step of ascending to the next tier in social hierarchy is to stay away from party poopers like this." But as soon as 12:00 am is over, my roommates send me a photo of the light show. "It's such a shame that you aren't here." I'm still confused by the photo when I receive a phone call from the counselor, who sounds very anxious over the phone. "Did you buy tickets for your roommates to the light show? The organizers claimed that they never checked in at the entrance! Now, they've gone missing!"

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?