Ditched Novels & Stories

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

Eight years of loyalty—wiped out by three days of her batting her lashes. At the bonfire, I swore the Alpha would finally mark me. Instead, I watched him fasten a sparkly little pendant around her neck. When the fire broke out, he ditched me—flames snapping at my heels. Said I could "handle myself," then played hero carrying her out. She showed up at my herb shop all smug, called me a "mutt no one wants." Then he showed up—Alpha on his knees outside my door, begging for another shot. I nodded toward my shelves. "These heal every wolf in Stormborne... except the Alpha who couldn't see what was right in front of him."

Loree Koester got hurt over and over by her dream guy—Harvey Geake—while I dragged her up from nothing to a damn fortune. Ten years later, she stood at my proposal, eyes full of tears, and said yes. Then she ditched our wedding ninety-eight times. Every time, same excuse—Harvey threatening to kill himself. On the ninety-ninth, she didn't even hesitate. Left our friends, our family—hell, left her ring on the floor. "Rowan, just wait a little longer. Two hours. I'll deal with Harvey and come right back." I'd already waited ten years. I wasn't waiting two more hours.

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

“You’re a monster and I hate you!” The lycan king smiled coldly. “Rest assured, princess, the feeling is mutual.” **** Esme was a wolfless shewolf, a shaming flaw in the eyes of her pack. Because of this flaw her fiancé ditched her and chose her younger sister. But that wasn’t all. As if Esme’s life wasn’t dramatic enough, fate had to make him, the Lycan King, the most powerful being in the entire realm and the man responsible for killing her father, her mate. Ares Lucianus Villincticus. He took her captive and claimed her as his war prize. He claimed to hate her with his lips yet his hands drew her close. His words were said to hurt, yet he made love to her with his eyes. But with enemies surrounding them and the lies and secrets and betrayals, they will have to make a choice; if they should continue to despise one another to death or trust each other enough to fall….

Christabel Killian is ditched by her boyfriend, Joan, and to kill off the pain of this heartbreak, Christabel goes to the bar and drinks herself to stupor. In her drunk state, she has a one night stand with an unknown man whom she couldn't identify. Later on, Christabel is offered a contract marriage proposal by Andre, who is actually the man she had a one night stand with. The offer is tempting and Christabel accepts. What would happen when Christabel finds out that Andre is the uncle of her ex-boyfriend? With Joan making a decision to split the couple, what would happen here? What would Christabel do when she begins to fall in love with Andre? With more enemies arising, can they survive? Can their relationship stand? Or will it fall?

I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "One billion will be all yours. All you have to do is to set fire to a billionaire's lust.” After getting ditched by her lousy ex who took all their savings together, Tysha Clifford accepts a friend's job offer – one that promises a cool billion dollars for setting fire to a billionaire's lust. The plot twist? The said billionaire is none other than Rue Colterzon, her ex's drop-dead gorgeous uncle who's dealing with his asexuality problem. Tysha thinks it's a jackpot – revenge on her ex and cash to clear her debts. Unexpectedly, love ignites beneath a signed contract with Rue. Little do they know, playing with lust sparks a wildfire, threatening to consume them both. Will they survive the blaze or get scorched in the process?

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"