Dream Bleeding From Mouth Novels & Stories

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

Lucy never expected to have a stepbrother who is also her senior at the hospital she works at. That man is Luke, the youngest surgeon and head of the surgical department. They must become family because Lucy's mother needed money to support their pharmaceutical company which was on the verge of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Luke's father needs Lucy and her family to cover up his illegal business from public attention. But just before they are introduced as stepsiblings, they accidentally spend a night together after Lucy breaks up with her boyfriend after seeing him cheat on her in front of her eyes.

I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards." Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant — a crime punishable by death. Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed. Until another prince steps forward. Prince Ethan of Blackmoon halts her execution, purchasing her under the guise of a ritual offering. In his kingdom, he offers her care, protection, and something dangerously close to love. But his eyes hide secrets, and his reasons for saving her may be far darker than kindness. Then, the unthinkable: Emily’s true identity is revealed — and Damien returns, desperate to reclaim her. Now torn between two princes: – The tyrant who shattered her – The savior who might be lying She must choose. But who... Who is she truly? Who stole her past? And who will pay for her suffering? One woman. Two princes. A destiny that will shatter kingdoms.

Five years ago, Violet Wells lost everything—her family, her unborn child, and the life she thought she knew. Now, she’s back, sharper, stronger, and ready to dismantle the world that betrayed her. But revenge is never simple. Allies are treacherous, lovers hold secrets, and every move could ignite a war she might not survive. As fathers lie, stepmothers scheme, and stepbrothers hide deadly truths, Violet must navigate a maze of betrayal, power, and forbidden desires. In a world where love can hurt as much as it heals, and trust is a luxury she can’t afford, Violet will discover that the cost of reclaiming her life might be higher than she ever imagined. Prepare for a storm of deception, heartbreak, and shocking twists, because no one is innocent, and no one is safe.

I've gone to the church to pray for my son, Robert Scott. On the way home, my carriage is overturned because the horses suffer from a shock. When I wake up, I look at my family gathering around my bed. Then, I decide to pull a prank on them. "Sorry, but who are you?" I do my best to suppress the smile that threatens to appear on my face. I want to see how my family is going to comfort me now that I have "amnesia". Will Mom and my husband, Jeremy Scott, take my hands comfortingly? Or will Robert lunge at me while crying out to me? What I don't expect is to see my family breathing sighs of relief after their initial shock has faded away. Mom is the first one to speak up with a hint of relief coloring her tone. "Since you've already forgotten all about us, then it's fine. Maisie, you're actually the adopted daughter of the Liddell family. Amber is the actual heiress of the Liddell family." Jeremy points at me while telling Robert, "Robbie, you must address her as Aunt Maisie." Before I can recover from my shock, I see my own son, whom I'm willing to sacrifice my life to protect, running over to hug Amber Liddell, the fake heiress, happily. "Mom, I've spent the whole day playing outside! Oh, I miss you so much!" So, it turns out that my case of amnesia is exactly what this family wants. In that case, I might as well abandon this farce of a family.

Was It a curse to be mated to the three most powerful, narcissistic Alphas of the werewolf clan? * Sophia was once a princess of the Fae Kingdom, on her way to becoming the queen once her father stepped down from the throne. Her heart was hardened against the werewolves; their natural enemy, and she was in charge of ensuring their entire species was reduced to ashes. Not until the werewolf joined forces with the vampires and triumphed over them during war. Homeless, hungry and orphaned, Sophia is forced to work as a slave for the enemies, all the while harboring revenge for them in her heart. But just when she was going to take action, the Moon goddess decides to toy with her a bit, and she realizes that she had been fated to the three Alphas of the werewolf clan. Not only that, she would have to bear their heir, acting as the surrogate than their true mate since they didn't accept her whole heartedly. What was the Moon goddess thinking?

After a regrettable one-night stand with the school’s golden boy, Roman Knight, Reyna’s world turned upside down. When Roman denied ever knowing her, she was left heartbroken, bullied, shamed, and forced to watch her reputation crumble. Giving her first time to someone who tossed her aside made everything worse. Years later, Reyna Styles is no longer the shy, broken girl, she’s the most sought-after fashion designer in the country, exuding confidence and power. When fate brings Roman back into her life, he acts friendly, but Reyna brushes him off, coolly pretending she doesn’t remember him at all. Now that she’s the one in control, the tables have truly turned. But has Reyna really closed her heart to the boy who once shattered her, or is there still a flicker of old feelings hiding beneath her icy exterior?

Ryan Carter was not supposed to survive Blackridge. Being a victim of political manipulation and a corrupt system, he is sentenced to be silenced. But he refuses to fold. Stubborn, defiant, unbreakable, and dangerously intelligent, he refuses to submit, turning himself into a problem the prison cannot ignore. Then Michael arrives in prison, also a victim of the same scheme, a lover who doubted, betrayed, and refused to trust him. Trapped inside a system built to destroy them, buried beneath secrets no one is meant to uncover, they are forced into a dangerous game of power and control. To survive, they must do the impossible. Break out. Expose everything and burn the system to the ground. Will they survive long enough to achieve this goal or crumble under the weight of Blackridge’s fire? The uncertainty hunts them like a plague.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.