Novel & Cerita Dommy Mommy

Aliyah Sanchez, a twenty-seven years old young independent author, after she managed to get out of her first marriage that almost ruined her life, decided to live the rest of her life caring for her happiness, which was her daughter. Giving love another chance was the last thing she would ever do, but that would only last until she met Jeffrey Cooper, a thirty-two years old bachelor and the CEO of a publishing company, who was hell-bent on winning the single mom's heart over. Will Aliyah ever give him a chance?

A grim look flashes past Daniel's face as he heard someone knocking on the door. When he finally sees Heather's pretty face so deeply imprinted in his head, his lips curl into a sarcastic smile. "So you've been telling people I'm dead?" Daniel asks.

"I reject you, Aria. A weak, packless human has no right to stand beside me as Luna." Those were the brutal words Alpha Caleb hurled at me in front of the entire Silver Fang pack before abandoning me for my cruel stepsister. Left for dead in the freezing wilderness, broken and bleeding, I discovered a secret that gave me the strength to survive: I was pregnant. Not just with one pup, but with secret triplets. Five years later, Caleb’s pack is on the brink of total annihilation. Desperate, they beg the mysterious, all-powerful Supreme Lycan royalty for an alliance to save them. But when the Lycan Queen steps out of the royal limousine, the entire pack falls to their knees in absolute shock. It’s me. No longer the fragile girl they broke, I am cold, devastatingly beautiful, and flanked by three genius triplet toddlers who possess ancient powers Caleb could only dream of. Caleb drops to his knees, his eyes wild with regret as he realizes what he threw away. He wants his mate and his children back. But I only smile. Because a terrifying shadow looms over us, and the ruthless Lycan King steps out right behind me, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. "Touch my Queen or my heirs," the King growls, the ground shaking beneath us, "and I will burn your entire pack to ash."

Five years ago, Zara was framed, broken, and thrown into the freezing rain by the man she loved. What Lucian Sterling didn't know was that she was forced to runaway with a baby three of them, actually. Now, the naive maid is dead. Zara has returned not as a victim, but as a ruthless billionaire CEO herself. Fueled by girl power and a thirst for cold, calculated revenge, she is back to crush Lucian’s empire. But no secret stays hidden forever. When her genius baby boy hacks the Sterling corporate network, Lucian comes face to face with the triplets he never knew existed. The discovery shatters the untouchable billionaire, bringing him to his knees in agonizing regret. Seeing Zara protected by another man ignites Lucian's dangerously possessive instincts. The high stakes drama escalates as Lucian realizes his money can't buy her forgiveness. He will have to surrender his fortune, his pride, and his very life to prove his devotion. The ultimate battle of winning back the wife he discarded has begun. Can a broken romance rise from the ashes, or will Zara’s icy walls keep him locked out forever?

When Brigitta discovered her husband's appalling betrayal involving her stepsister and best friend, her world crumbled. Her subsequent divorce led her to a local bar, where a chance encounter with a charismatic stranger resulted in a passionate night. Five years later, she found herself back in her hometown, with five beautiful children and an ailing grandmother in desperate need of medical care. In the face of these dire circumstances, Brigitta made the drastic decision to impersonate her stepsister and enter into a marriage with Ragnar Marshall, the seemingly ill and vegetative son of the notorious Wigglesworth family. Her surprise was palpable when Ragnar was revealed as the continent's wealthiest CEO, a man whose features mirrored her children's. Yet, disturbing rumors about Ragnar compelled her to shield her children from him. How long could she keep them hidden, especially when the children were so determined to make Ragnar Marshall their daddy?

“You are mine to break, or mine to keep. Choose wisely, little witch." Mira Alexander’s world comes crashing down when she is picked to take out the source of demon energy in the southern city. But when she gets into a near-fatal accident that leaves her with amnesia, she recovers, only to find herself in Xavier Blackthorne’s mansion… New Orleans’s most ruthless Alpha and Mafia leader. Mira’s forced to become his servant to pay off her debt. And just as all this happens, Mira discovers that she’s drawn to the beast inside Xavier. However, when her memory comes back she realizes that she’s been sent to kill Xavier within ninety days or else she’ll be executed… Mira is forced to choose between stabbing the man she loves or accepting the witches final declaration. Will she risk it all to save him or give in to destiny? Read on to find out!

Jane felt very lucky to be married to the fated mate, Alex Crawford, the handsome Alpha of the Red moon pack. Whose name is well known not only in the werewolf world but in the business world. Their marriage was smooth and happy. But unexpectedly the relationship full off lie. The alpha have girlfriend and she was pregnant, and then they get married. Jane wants to leave, but another reality that she also pregnant made she didn’t leave, she chose to stay and watching her husband go to his second wife every night. One day, for some reason, Zac Stallone, the alpha of Dark Moon pack came to Red moon pack openly and attacked there. And in that attack, Michelle, Alpa Alex’s second wife, took the opportunity to harm Jane until she miscarried. And the same time alpha Alex broke off their relationship. Now Jane has no more reason to stay, she painfully accepts her husband’s rejection and want to leave the Red moon pack. But when Jane had just stepped out of the house, Alpa Zac suddenly proposed to her right at the exit. What exactly does Alpa Zac mean by that? And will Jane accept it?

Tonight Daddy said he was going out with Auntie Benita, and Mommy didn’t fight him about it. She had a handkerchief balled up in her hand, soaked through with the blood she kept coughing up. I knew Mommy was going to heaven soon. That was how Grandpa told me it would be, back when Grandma coughed up blood like this. Daddy looked at Mommy, narrowed his eyes, and his voice went cold. “Isa needs a whole family. A smart woman learns to look the other way.” Mommy didn’t shield me and argue back the way she used to. She just said, softly, “Fine. I’ll charge by the visit. Every night you spend with her is one million.” Daddy laughed and wired her the money. After that night, Daddy went out a lot, and every time, Mommy reminded him to send the money. Mommy got so thin that her cheeks caved in, but her eyes were still bright. She took me lots of places, introduced me to lots of people, and made me write my own name over and over. She said she was going to leave everything to me. I held her tight. “I don’t want your things, Mommy. I just want you.”

After Vanessa moved into the estate, Mommy stopped fighting with Daddy. Her wolf was getting weaker. I think Mommy was going to the moon. Grandma had left me that way too. Daddy saw us in the hall, his face dark. His voice came out flat. “Fiona, you don't want Serena growing up in a broken home, do you?” Mommy didn't cry and shout at him the way she used to. She just held me, her voice soft. “Wire me a hundred million and I'll stay out of your way.” Daddy froze for a second. Then he transferred the money. After that, Daddy slept in Vanessa's room most nights, and Mommy kept asking him for more. She got so thin, and she wouldn't eat. She took my hand and brought me to a dozen different offices and made me sign papers. She said she was leaving everything to me. I buried my face in her chest. “Mommy, if you're tired, go find Grandma. I'll be good.”

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."