Eric From Divergent Novels & Stories

After I graduate from college, my uncle, Malcolm Caldwell, convinces my family to chip in and open a seafood restaurant. Dad and I wholeheartedly agree with his suggestion. Since then, we work as the restaurant's cooks. Five years later, our seafood restaurant becomes the top restaurant on the city's Must-Eat List. Our monthly profits hit more than 200 grand. On the day the earnings are to be split among us, Uncle Malcolm pockets 150 grand. Then, he passes 150 grand each to my cousins, Maxwell and Melanie Caldwell. The remaining sum, which is less than eight grand, is handed over to Dad and me. When faced with our questions, Uncle Malcolm adapts a matter-of-fact tone. "Max is in charge of dealing with the customers. He has suffered a lot just by having to deal with so many fussy customers every day. "Mel is the one in charge of the finances. She's worked so hard calculating every cent in the profits that we've earned." Then, Uncle Malcolm turns to look at us. "As for you two, all you do is hide in the kitchen all day. I bet you two have secretly taken many bites out of the customers' food all these years, right? "Since we're relatives and all, I shall not hold you accountable. How about this? If you two work hard, I'll make sure to reward you well if our profits double again next month." Dad is so furious that he's practically shaking. But I just hold his hand calmly and accept the money. "Fine. You can split up the shares however you want, Uncle Malcolm. I'm fine with it." Soon, they will realize that Dad and I are the actual profit generators, not them.

“Jim,” she moaned. “Please don’t go…” “No way, baby.” He held her face in both of his hands, his thumbs tracing the curve of her perfect lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spun her now, pushed her up against the wall next to the door. His arms were raised above her, his hands flat on the wall, and he lowered his head to kiss her, slow and hot. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he almost groaned to feel those hands on him. “Kat,” he said against her mouth, his voice hoarse with want. “I need you.” **** Katherine Lawrence has built her life around disappearing. No records. No roots. A packed suitcase by the door. New hair every two weeks. No past, no attachments, and no reason to stay. When she’s finally forced to spill her secrets to a group of ex–Rangers and an ex-sniper, Jim Alden is assigned one job: keep Kat alive… and keep her from running. Jim is as guarded and dangerous as she is infuriating. He wants to shake her for her distrust – and kiss her until she forgets how to flee. When Kat’s past finally claws into the light, Jim makes her a promise she doesn’t believe anyone can keep: safety, honesty, and a place to stand still. But the past never stops hunting. As old enemies close in and lives hang in the balance, Kat is ready to vanish again, alone, afraid, and free. Unless Jim can convince her that staying is worth the risk… and that this time, she won’t have to run.

A mysterious curse struck the Werewolf Kingdom, causing every female to lose her wolf and become unable to bear children. The kingdom soon fell into chaos and endless wars. But an ancient prophecy foretold the rise of a girl with crimson eyes—a girl destined to break the curse and change the fate of the entire kingdom. As all the packs desperately search for the Chosen One, Anastasia finds herself facing a destiny she never imagined after becoming a slave to the Werewolf King, the very man who ordered the destruction of her pack and the murder of her entire family. Torn between vengeance and the secrets that slowly unravel around her, Anastasia discovers that her fate is far more important than she ever believed, and that she may not be an ordinary girl at all… She may be The Chosen One.

To restore my crush's right to inherit his mafia family, I gave him one of my corneas. But when he regained his sight, my family chose to have my older sister marry him instead of me. In my past life, I tried to find him and explain everything, but he rejected me. My own family exiled me, and I died on the night of wedding between him and my sister. Then I'm reborn—back before I was exiled . This time, I choose to leave my Mafia pack and my crush willingly.. But that cold, heartless Mafia Boss? He completely fell apart.

After dropping the big news of my pregnancy on my husband, Maxwell Ford, who loves me to the moon and back, I expect him to burst into tears out of elation. But I don't expect him to harbor a slightly guilty look. "I'm sorry, Val. I'm still not ready to become a father just yet. Can we only work on having another child after a few more years?" Although I can't bear to part with my unborn baby, I still go through a medical abortion obediently. Three years later, I accidentally witness Maxwell holding another woman's hand as they pick up a little girl from kindergarten. With a wide smile on his face, Maxwell picks up the girl and says, "It's your third birthday today, sweetheart! Why don't I give you the position as the only heiress to my company as your birthday gift?" As I stare at the family of three walking away from me, I feel as though I've been plunged into an icy abyss. It turns out that Maxwell is lying about not being ready to become a father. He just doesn't like the child that I bear…

"How does the intense pain of betrayal reconcile with unexpected love?" Maya's world shatters in front of her when her perfect family dissolves in the blink of an eye--An unfaithful husband and worse, a son rebelling against her. However, fate had other plans for her and this came in the form of a powerful and compassionate Alpha. In the process of picking up the broken pieces of her heart, Maya finds comfort in Alpha Conan. But this only invites more chaos to her life. Would she crumble under the weight of her choices or would she free herself from the shackles of her destiny?

Catherine Hale was wolfless and broken. After her pack was slaughtered, she became a glorified slave to the cruel Crescent Pack. When the Alpha’s son, Ben, publicly humiliated on the mating ceremony night, shattered and numb, Catherine made a deal with the devil. She volunteered to become a spy in the rival Red River Pack. But before then, on that same night and in a moment of vengeful rage, she threw herself at a dangerous stranger in the shadows. She didn’t know he was Alpha Adrian, the same merciless alpha she was sent to destroy. One night of angry, explosive passion changed everything. Now trapped in enemy territory as the official treaty envoy, Catherine is playing the deadliest game of her life. Every touch from Adrian sets her on fire. Every secret she steals makes her question everything. And the more she tries to betray him, the deeper she falls into his bed… and his claim. In a world of blood, betrayal, and war, one thing is certain: Catherine will either return home with the power to destroy the Crescent Pack… or she’ll burn it all down at the side of the ruthless alpha who refuses to let her go.

Seven years of following him like a shadow, believing the Moon Goddess had blessed her with a fated mate. But Marcus, the Gamma she loved, was the one who personally handed her the "treason" charges and threw her into the silver-caged hell of Hollowstone Dungeon. Three years later, Elone crawls out of the darkness, her body broken and her silver wolf spirit scarred. She expects nothing from her family or her mate—and she is right. At a grand banquet, Marcus publicly discards her as "tainted filth," while her own mother warns her not to steal the "golden daughter" Astoria's light. But they forgot one thing: A wolf who has survived the abyss no longer fears the cold. When Astoria tries to frame her again, Elone stops begging for mercy and starts seeking vengeance. She walks away from her fated mate and into the territory of the only man Marcus fears. High Alpha Caspian Blackwood. The "Ice King" of the North, the most powerful wolf in existence—and Marcus’s uncle. Marcus thinks she’s a discarded toy. He doesn’t know that his rejection was her rebirth. When he finally realizes the truth and crawls back to her on his knees, Elone only looks down from her throne with a cold smile. "Know your place, Marcus. You're addressing your Aunt now."

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.