Doctor Who Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Three years ago, my fated mate, Rex Hemmond, had personally signed the auction contract, resulting in me getting delivered onto the auction stage in the black market. That night, I was injected with aphrodisiacs, leading to me revealing my most debauched side in front of everyone. That was how I became the most hated harlot in the Moonshade pack. My sister, Daisy Russell, could be seen nestling into Rex's arms. She was smiling as she watched me fall into the abyss. During the years of my exile, I spent countless nights beneath bridges. Most of the time, I was chased around by others who wanted to beat me up. Eventually, I started earning money by slaving away in underground cage fights as a fighter so that I could buy back the estate that my dad had left me with. Three years later, Rex tracks me down with bloodshot eyes. "Come back with me and apologize to Daisy." I respond by punching him in the face. "That'll be 100 dollars per punch. If you're still unsatisfied, you can keep punching me." When Rex takes Daisy's hand at the estate's gateway and claims that it will be hers from now on, I finally fire a text message to an unknown number. "I need you." The moment that wolf steps into the Moonshade pack, Rex questions me with red-rimmed eyes, "Since when did you get together with him?" I just smile in return. "He was the one who saved me on the night you signed the auction contract."

Serafine, a seventeen year old human girl, never believed werewolves existed until she was bought by one. Bran Cornick. A ruthless, feared and powerful alpha of the strongest pack in werewolf history. Alpha Bran Cornick hates humans more than he hates rogues, but fate ties him to the one he hates the most. Serafine. Find out how Serafine survives a world where humans are prey, and an alpha who fights fates with fangs and claws. Because fate may have tied them together…but hatred is a blade sharp enough to sever even the strongest bond.

Nico Romano told me he had no choice. After his brother Enzo died, the Varrone family needed a new Don—and Enzo’s widow, Serena, needed a child to secure the bloodline. So Nico went to her bed again and again. Every time he came back to me, he carried her perfume on his skin and the same gentle lie in his mouth. “Just wait a little longer, Valentina. Once Serena gives birth to the heir, I’ll give you and Luca everything you deserve.” So I waited. For six months, I watched the man I loved become another woman’s husband in every way that mattered. I watched my son fall asleep by the window, waiting for a father who always promised to come home and always found a reason not to. Then Serena was declared pregnant. The entire Varrone family celebrated as if a miracle had happened. Nico’s mother announced that Serena’s child would be the rightful heir, while my son would be introduced to the world as an orphan Nico had taken in. “No one can know the Don has an illegitimate child with a nobody,” she said. My son’s little hand trembled in mine. “Mommy,” Luca whispered, looking at Nico, “am I not Papa’s child?” Nico heard him. He saw the tears in his son’s eyes. But Serena held his arm, and Nico said nothing. That was the moment I stopped waiting. I took off the ring Nico had given me seven years ago and placed it in Serena’s hand. “Congratulations,” I said. “You belong in this family far more than I ever did.” Then I took my son—and the child Nico did not yet know I carried—and walked out of the Varrone mansion for the last time. They all thought I was a nameless woman with nowhere to go. They didn’t know my father was the most feared man in Italy’s underworld. And I was his only heir.

She is Kiara Monera—New York’s Ice Queen, an award-winning CEO who built an empire from nothing. Ruthless. Brilliant. Untouchable. She doesn’t believe in luck—only in power, control, and winning. He is Silva Blackwood—the heir to the Blackwood dynasty, feared and desired in equal measure. Arrogant. Dangerous. A man who has never been told “no.” They were supposed to marry. Not for love, but for legacy, power, and bloodlines. But Silva would rather die than marry a woman like her. And Kiara? She would never beg for a man’s love. Yet one reckless night in a dark club changes everything. A kiss that feels like war. A night that feels like surrender. And a consequence neither of them can ignore. Now, she carries a secret that could shatter her empire. And he carries a rage that could burn the world. Bound by betrayal, pride, and a baby they never planned, Kiara and Silva are forced into a dangerous marriage where passion and hate blur into obsession. But in a world where enemies wear smiles, secrets can kill, and love feels like the ultimate weakness— Can two people who would rather destroy each other than submit… Survive being tied together forever?

The three Cavalli heirs once acted as if I were the center of their world. They fought over me, made enemies for me, and swore no one would ever force me into a marriage I did not want. For years, I believed them. Then I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. The surgeons warned me that saving my life might cost me my memories. I was terrified of forgetting the three men I had loved for so long, yet when I needed them most, all I got back was anger. Later, Viola sent me a video of fireworks bursting over the coast, her name written across the sky, while the three silver saint medals I had once begged for in their names gleamed at her throat. That was when I finally let go. I left the country, had the surgery, and built a life that did not include them. Much later, three strangers ended up on their knees outside my door, begging me to remember them.

His hands framed my throat, his thumb tracing my racing pulse. Desire darkened his gaze. “Say it,” he whispered, raw and commanding. “Say who you belong to.” “You,” I gasped, voice breaking into a moan as his rhythm consumed me. “I’m yours.” His mouth claimed mine, all fire and hunger. ⸻ Talia never expected her worst nightmare to be her destined mate. Cassian — the boy who made her life a living hell, the one she swore she’d never forgive — turned out to be the one fate chose for her. Now bound by a force stronger than hate, she must decide if love can bloom where pain once lived… or if some scars run too deep. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Because in the shadows waits another bond, a second mate whose touch feels just as forbidden… and just as inevitable.

Rebecca Daniel gave up everything for love. She married Luke Ezra against her parents’ wishes, believing love was enough to survive any struggle. But after her parents died mysteriously, the man she trusted became her worst nightmare. Trapped in a loveless marriage, abused, controlled, and framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Rebecca lives like a prisoner inside the mansion that once belonged to her family. Then Luke gives her one final order. Steal a powerful security software from billionaire genius Collins Hart… and earn her freedom. But Collins is nothing like the dangerous man Rebecca expected. Beneath his cold brilliance is a lonely man carrying wounds of his own. And the closer they become, the more Rebecca finds herself caught between two men, one who destroyed her life, and one who could change it forever. In a world filled with lies, obsession, betrayal, and deadly secrets, Rebecca must decide one thing: Will she keep surviving… or finally fight back?

To save my father-in-law, I donated a kidney—but on the very day I was discharged, she didn't hesitate for a second to shove me into the guest room. "Those centipede-like scars are disgusting. Don't show yourself to me again!" In the dead of night, my wound tore open. I collapsed into a pool of blood, dialing her number 100 times, desperate for help. She hung up every single time. Meanwhile, the master bedroom echoed with Theo Reynold's low, passionate growls. In that instant, every ounce of strength drained from me. When I was admitted to the hospital, I held the military medal my mother had left me on her deathbed. That was when I remembered the woman even the mayor bowed to when she walked into a room. Without thinking, I dialed the long-forgotten number. "Commander Jennings, you once said you owed my mother a debt of gratitude. Now… I want you to marry me."

Everyone says no one has ever seen an Alpha as devoted as Kane Walker. The Alpha of the Black Rock Pack. The heir to the Walker empire. The man every she-wolf envies me for. To the world, ours is the kind of love story people dream about. For three years, he has treated me like something precious. He remembers everything I like, shields me from every slight, and loves me so carefully that even I almost forgot the truth. No one knows that years ago, Kane Walker was the one who ruined me. He led the cruelty that drove me out of the Inter-Pack Academy and left scars I never truly healed from. Then, three years ago, at the Alliance Rite of Adulthood, he found me again. He looked at me once and decided he wanted me. What followed was pursuit, obsession, and promises I was foolish enough to trust. In the end, I became his mate. His Luna. And little by little, I started to believe the boy who once destroyed me was gone. Until the day I found a hidden file in his private records. My name was on it. And beneath it were the words that turned my blood cold: Ella Observation Plan — Initiated.

I am the most hated wolf in the Crescent Claw Pack. Branded curses. Shunned for the sins of my bloodline. But fate is cruel. During the Moon Rite, I didn’t find one mate. I found two. Caelum Veylor—billionaire Alpha, cold as steel, who swore my family ruined his life. Darius Thornveil—war-Alpha, ruthless and untamed, who lost his brother because of me. They despise me. They reject me. Yet the bond refuses to break. Dragged into their world of power and vengeance, I’m forced into a dangerous game where obsession burns hotter than hatred. Their touch makes me weak, their wolves refuse to let me go, and secrets from the past whisper that my curse is more powerful than anyone knows. Two Alphas. One cursed mate. And a prophecy that says I’ll either unite them—or destroy us all.