Does Janner Wingfeather Come Back To Life Novels & Stories

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

The day I find out I only have three days left to live, my mate comes home with a mate termination contract. He wants to break up with me and form a new bond with another she-wolf who's pretending to be dying—just to fulfill her so-called final wish. "Sweetheart, I don't have a choice," Caleb Lowe says, holding me in his arms. "Ruby's been poisoned with silver. She's got about a week left. Her dying wish is to marry me. But don't worry. You're the only one I love," he adds, looking at me with those sincere eyes. "Once the bonding ceremony is over and she's gone, we'll get back together—just like before." I look down and give a small laugh, then sign the termination contract. Forget it. I'm dying anyway. Who he ends up with doesn't matter anymore. I might as well let him have what he wants.

BOOK 1 in SHATTERED VOWS Series. Book 1--Dear husband my ex is Back. Thalia was overwhelmed when the doctor informed her she was pregnant, she was happy to share the news with her husband since It's their third year anniversary. But her husband came home with her twin sister, declaring Thalia was just a wife to him and he didn't love her. He loved his twin sister after all her sister was his first love. Heartbroken and pregnant, she met George Williams, the man she once saved. He offered to raise the child with her which she agreed. Seven years later, Franklin came crawling back refusing to let her go. But Thalia has a husband and a heart she didn't want to break again. Will she give Franklin a second chance or be with her husband? And what will happen when Franklin finds out she had twin babies for him?

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

Zia Hidalgo knew she was asking for too much. Her husband, Damien‘s heart came with a hefty price. A price that could never be paid, even if she slaved for him for years and abandoned her dreams just to remain by his side, supporting him from the shadows for three years. But what happens when in just one day, all that Zia has ever wanted is dangled in front of her and snatched away by the same family and man that she had sacrificed her soul for in the most cruel way? Zia decides the best way to get her pound of flesh back is by destroying the one thing that Damien loves more than anything in his life. His pride and career. …and what better way to do it than to steal the heart and attention of Ethan Hawkins, the Nation’s most wanted husband and her ex-husband’s Boss. Ethan Hawkins is the man who would go to hell and back for the woman he loves, even if she’s clearly a manipulative daredevil. At least she was HIS. His Little Daredevil.

Ryan married Sandra out of duty, not love. He mistreated her, humiliated her, and handed her divorce papers as a birthday gift the moment their contract ended. Now she’s back powerful, untouchable, and no longer the woman he took for granted. Ryan is begging for a second chance. But will Sandra forgive the man who broke her… or make him pay for every scar?

Heavily pregnant, she was kidnapped and thrown into a life-or-death gamble. Her husband paid a hundred million dollars to save his first love, while she was left to die in a raging fire. At death’s door, she finally remembered the identity of herself. Five years later, she returned—not as the obedient wife of the past, but as Elianna Carrington, the esteemed Fifth daughter of the powerful Carrington family in Bryston. Loved by her father, cherished by her brothers, adored by her son, and pursued by the elites, her life was perfect. Joseph Kensington finally realized the truth. This elegant, untouchable woman was the wife he’d been searching for all these years. Desperate, he took her to court. Elianna: Give it up, Joseph. Both sons are mine. Joseph: The kids are yours. You’re mine. Overnight, Bryston was shaken. The dominant heir to a financial empire had now fallen at her feet. To win his wife back, he risked everything—his pride, his life, his heart. Too bad his two sons were his biggest obstacles. Eldest son: Daddy, my credit card swipes faster than yours. Second son: Scumbag dad, get lost!

Marietta thought she had it all figured out, not until everything came crashing down. Accused of doing something she didn't do, and betrayed by those she trusted, she's left to pick up her pieces. But when she finds out she’s pregnant, things get a lot more complicated. Now, she’s fighting to figure out her future—alone, hurt, and ready to take back control. Can she start over, or will her past keep dragging her down?

The 14-year-old girl has undergone rebirth. The previous owner of the body has died in her sleep. However, the best-selling author, Dawn Salcedo, has taken over after she had died from liver cirrhosis. The naive and ignorant girl who has put her energy into getting closer to her crushes has been replaced. Now, the wise, eloquent, and talented girl could finally make her real debut in High School, saving her friendships, making wiser decisions, proving those who looked down on her to be wrong, using her experiences to overcome obstacles and achieve greater success, and finding her love while still pining for the man she took her vows with.

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"