Familiar Of Zero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ahana has everything. A fine boyfriend, a good job,a helpful community and a normal work environment. But Aput her boyfriend, wants to relocate and Ahana even if she's not keen on it will have to take a stance soon because she neither has time nor is a conventional head turner Ahana, wanting to take no chance, sits for a scholarship exam and aces it. She will be relocating too. She will be with her boyfriend, have a good education and will have everything in control. Or so she thought. The new country isn't giving soft landing even while she thought she had all grounds covered and she's thrown into survival mode. Then she meets Chris, a father and her boss who will do anything to protect his daughter. They tolerate each other and finally let their guards down but Chris has a secret that will reopen old wounds. Now Ahana will have to choose to run back to familiar grounds even if it's painful or take a terrifying step and choose something new, something real and might even last.

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract. He hung up before I could lose my temper. I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation. [So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!] The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats. Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"

“S-save me, I beg of you. I’ll sell my soul to you, just give me another chance to live. I’ll even kiss the devil for you,” I desperately wept in front of this dangerous looking stranger. “Woman, it’s not only your soul I will covet. It’s your mind, your body and your whole existence. Are you up for that game?” he pronounced his ownership with his domineering might. ___ Framed by her evil twin sister, Selena Morgan was beaten to death on their fifth wedding anniversary by the Morgans–her husband’s family. Convinced she was dead, her bloodied body was thrown away at a landfill. With zero chance of survival, she waited for her very last breath until a mysterious and dangerous figure appeared before her. He became her last ray of hope and offered her retribution in exchange for a dreadful price–her face, identity, and old life. Desperate and consumed by her inextinguishable wrath, she willingly closed the deal with him on one condition, the fall of the Morgans’ regime. Bearing her new identity as the wife of a very influential billionaire, Alexander Forger, she showed up at a charity event orchestrated by the Morgans where she witnessed her ex-husband and twin sister’s betrayal. With fuming anger scorching inside her, Lilith--the new face of revenge, has officially been reborn.

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood. I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital. The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away." My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me. Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess." I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot. She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get." The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough. Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?

I bought red lingerie for a boy who didn't want me. Found him in bed with my best friend instead. I ran straight into Cain Russo. My enemy. The boy who humiliated me at fourteen and never lost a second of sleep over it. One night of rage and bad decisions later, we had a secret I planned to bury. Then our parents got married and he moved into the room next door. Now he watches me across the dinner table like he's already won something. Because he's had a taste and he hasn't forgotten it. So he made me a bet. Three orgasms. Ten minutes. If he wins, two weeks of me. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. If I win, my freedom. I should have walked away. I didn't. He doesn't want my heart. That would be too simple. He wants to take me apart completely. And god help me, I'm starting to want that too. Stepbrother. Enemy. Obsession. Warning: This book is explicit. We’re talking filthy, enemies-who-hate-each-other-but-can’t-stop touching, wall-slamming, hair-pulling, name-screaming explicit. If you blush easy, this isn’t for you. If you don’t — buckle up, because Cain Russo has zero restraint and even less patience. 18+ only. You’ve been warned.

Ethan Cole built an empire on two things,a ruthless precision and zero tolerance for failure. In four years as CEO of Cole Tech Enterprises, he's gone through nineteen assistants. Some lasted weeks. Most didn't survive the first. Then came Lily. No Ivy League degree. No polished resume. Just hotel management experience, nervous hands, and a habit of knocking things over at the worst possible moments. She was every reason he should've said no. He hired her anyway. And then she did something none of the others ever did She stayed. Not because she was perfect. But because every time he pushed, she pushed back harder. Every time he expected her to break, she showed up the next morning like the argument never happened. He told himself it was impressive in a clinical sense. Useful, even. He told himself he was keeping her around because firing her would be inconvenient. He told himself a lot of things. But Ethan Cole didn't build a billiondollar company by lying to himself and lately, every time Lily walks into a room, the lies are getting harder to hold. She isn't what he planned for. She isn't what he'd ever allow. And she's becoming the one thing he can't control. Now all he wants... is her

WARNING: This is not a gentle collection. These stories will leave you wet, aching, and deliciously ruined. Between the pages of Carnal Code lie forty scorching tales of forbidden desire, raw, explicit, and utterly addictive. Here, the rules are broken one trembling breath at a time. The tension builds slowly, relentlessly, until control finally shatters and surrender becomes inevitable. You will burn for the dangerously tempting neighbor whose every low growl through the wall makes her thighs press together in the dark. You will ache for the powerful man who turns his innocent secretary into his personal obsession after hours. You will throb with the best friend’s brother who has waited years to pin her down and claim her completely. You will clench as neglected wives, forbidden crushes, and arrogant alphas finally take what they crave, hard, deep, and without apology. And when the moon is full, the hunger turns primal. Ten dark, savage werewolf stories pulse through this collection, fated mates, uncontrollable ruts, thick knots, and raw claiming that leaves bodies marked and souls bound. This is not sweet romance. This is dripping, breathless, sheet-soaking lust, where desire is loud, messy, and completely unrestrained. If the thrill of the forbidden makes your pulse race… If “this is so wrong” only makes you wetter… If you crave stories that build slowly then fuck you senseless… Then open Carnal Code and give in. Forty nights. Forty delicious sins. Zero restraint. Welcome to the darkness.

Guns, katanas, arrows, bows, bullets, and strings were her ideal instrument of choice. While the youth her age was in a classroom studying, she was busy raising a child and training to be an assassin. Albeit having it rough almost all her life, she was a cheerful secretary to one of the most eligible bachelor CEO in town by day and a deadly assassin by night. Things were going smoothly for a while until she fell for the CEO. Xander was a man known for his charm and his wealth. Women loved his physique and wealth. Men were jealous of his gains in life. ................ Gunshots rang in the once peacefully chaotic room: A tremendous change from the blazing and super hype partying atmosphere to a battlefield. Alexander got lost in his mind for a few minutes. Shortly after, the nightmare from the past took the reign over his conscious mind. The momentary lapse in focus almost cost him his life: as a bullet came flying towards him. "Nooo...." came a familiar feminine voice running towards his form and then .....

Typical teenager Joanna Gore Alex is less than thrilled to be the new girl in a new school. During her first day, she quickly learns teachers obviously favor the popular students and her classmates have no interest in being nice. Just when Joanna believes the day couldn't get any worse, she has a slightly embarrassing and awkward altercation with one of the hottest guys at school. But as the school days pass by, Joanna forms friendships with some unexpected classmates and discovers exactly how strong she can be against the school's mean girl. When Joanna is drawn to one of her brother's new friends, Frank, she feels like she's known him forever. Even his full name - Francis James - sounds familiar to her for some reason. Joanna quickly learns life isn't all about handing assignments in on time (although it is important), she discovers the meaning of friendship, family, heartache, and most of all, love.

My boyfriend and his godsister were caught by the vice squad at a scandalous party. When I went to the police station to bail him out, he was disheveled, his exposed skin marked with dried candle wax and whiplash scars. His godsister, Sonia, clung to him, sobbing into his arms. “The light in Sonia’s house was broken. It was too dark, so I went to accompany her,” he said. I couldn’t help but wonder, Did he accompany her all the way to the police station too? In the past, I would’ve demanded an explanation, but I was too tired now—too drained to argue. Without a word, I signed the papers. The vice squad officer looked at me and asked, “Are you Anthony Leeman’s family?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not familiar with him. Just a colleague.” Lowering my gaze, I typed out a message to my father: [I agree to get married. Give me three days, and I’ll marry him.]