Fat Controller Thomas The Tank Engine Novels & Stories

I was the Holy Maiden of the Beast World, foretold by the High Priest. I was also the future Beast Lady. Three of the best males were carefully selected to become my mates. However, I knew that they disliked me, even planning to kill me on our wedding night and hand my Holy Maiden position to my half-sister, whom they truly loved. Thus, when my father asked me to choose one of them to be my chief mate, I knelt on the sacred ground and drew lots, hoping the heavens could help me. Unexpectedly, I drew the clan's High Priest.

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured. In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead. That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice." He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else." Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and hate. Even when the painful memories overwhelm me and I lash out in panic, he just presses a kiss to my palm, his pain lingering in the touch. How could I not be completely lost to him? However, three years later, I overhear Lucas speaking with his assassin outside the council chamber. "That silver-laced corrosive potion I had you prepare—was the dosage correct?" The assassin hesitates before replying, "Alpha, if you care about Evelyn so much, why would you—" "Isabella wants Oliver, so I'll help her by removing the obstacle—Evelyn." He runs his thumb over the herbal sachet I made him and murmurs, "It's just… I've grown strangely reluctant to let Evelyn go. She's my pawn, after all." I wipe away my tears. If I'm nothing more than an obstacle to him, I'll save him the trouble and walk away on my own.

Every Christmas Eve, the heir of the Marco mafia family—Adrian Marco, must follow the family tradition: Draw a name to decide whether he’s allowed to marry me. Because I, Irene Cast, am not mafia-born. Unless he draws the slip with my name on it, he can’t take me as his wife. For four years, Adrian has drawn four times. And not once did he draw my name. I always thought he fought with his family because of me— that he was willing to risk losing his position as the Don, just to choose me. Every time he failed, he held me so tightly and whispered, “It’s okay. There’s always next year.” And I loved him so much it hurt. Hurt enough that I was willing to wait, year after year. This year, I told myself: If he still doesn’t draw my name… I’ll secretly switch the result. I sneaked to the door of Adrian’s study, and heard his younger brother ask: “Don… every year you do draw Irene's name. Why do you pretend you didn’t? Is it because you still can’t let Sera go?” But he simply said, in a flat voice, “Sera needs me for something urgent. Do what you always do: swap Irene’s name for a blank one.” He walked out without looking back. Instead of swapping, he tossed the blank slip into the trash, left the one with my name on the table, and hurried after Adrian. I went inside, picked up the blank slip from the trash, and replaced the one with my name. Watching my own name fall into the garbage. Adrian…I don’t want to wait and marry you anymore. I’ll grant you your choice.

Raine’s life was forever changed on the night she was supposed to be joined to Alpha Ronan. Instead of a romantic mating ceremony, Ronan rejected her in front of the entire pack, leaving her shattered and humiliated. In a desperate bid to reunite with him after her banishment, Raine returned to the pack, her emotions in turmoil. In a drunken haze, Raine made a reckless decision that would change her life forever. She spent the night with the alpha of her dreams, only to wake up the next morning in the wrong room and on the wrong bed. The man she had given herself to was not Ronan, but his father, Matthias Draven - the untouchable and forbidden alpha of the Draven pack.

Five years after finding out what she is, Bella Mackenzie spent this years knowing nothing but hate and scorn, treated as an outcast by even her own family "Wait for mate and end this curse. "That was Bella's notion until the night of her step-sister's ritual ceremony and the one who was supposed to love despises her like no other, her mate. Sold for a price to Alpha Damien, her supposed mate, Bella has a new identity in the Bloodbath pack, 'slave and property of the cold blooded mafia alpha. Despite being under the mercy of the notorious alpha of all, Bella is determined to make him acknowledge her as his mate, but Damien already made a vow to make her suffer, for trying to deceive him with her manipulative stealer powers. What will happen when destiny plays its role in their lives? Or maybe her destiny is cursed too, and at the end of the tunnel there is nothing but darkness. ***** "Brace up stealer, you have a lot coming your way." He moved back and crossed his arms behind him, his face morphed into a plain emotionless look. "Tonight you'll be initiated into the pack, then you begin your duty as my slave."

An unknown hybrid alpha and a proud, conceited Alpha...becomes a fated pair, seems like a mistake made by the goddess. She was playing way too much. He was proud, he was prideful, he was looked upon by his subjects, he was the Alpha of the Black shadow pack, Jett, never for once thinking chaos would come knocking on his door till his pack was attacked and he was conquered by a fellow Alpha, how disgraceful! Kneeling there on the muddy grounds, his hands tied behind him, Jett refused to bow to any man born of a woman. But as he gazed around, his harsh eyes landed on his pack members, surrounded, wounded, while other laid on the ground dead. Jett had no choice but to surrender or watch everything he had worked so hard for crash to the ground. Taken to the enemy pack, Jett stayed low. Would he fight to take his land back or would he remained a subject to his enemy pack? Would he destroy everything that Alpha holds dear or would he let himself fall into a pit called love especially when that Alpha turned out to be his mate. Follow Jett as he fought the mate bond and his feelings while trying to avenge his pack. FATED TO THE DEMON ALPHA!

Ever since we were kids, I'd always known how to make use of my gentle childhood friend for things like sending him on errands, and borrowing his allowance. He never complained. Just silently indulged me. Things continued the same way until the day we got engaged. That's when everything snapped into place. That was the day we both woke up. I was just a throwaway character in a novel. He was the male lead—fated to fall in love and end up with the novel's heroine. I was stunned. Ready to walk away. But he was furious. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. He grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to City Hall. "Screw the novel. Screw the plot. The only thing I know is that I love you, and I want forever with you." After we got married, he treated me like I was made of glass. Gentle. Meticulous. We worked side by side, building a reputation as a power couple in the business world. The events of the novel faded into the background. I fell deeper in love with him. Three years later, the youngest daughter of a real estate tycoon started her internship at our company. That day, there was a fire in the office. In the chaos, the girl stumbled into a shelving unit. It came crashing down, headed straight for my husband. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself in front of him. Pain exploded in my skull. Blood poured down my face. The girl, in her panic, had fallen to the ground, crying out, "Aaron, help me!" My husband's face went pale. His expression—pure terror—as he ran toward her without a second thought. "Grace!" he cried. Lightning split through me. My face drained of color. The heroine in the novel—her name was Grace.

His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek, and I’m burning so hot I’m surprised his skin doesn’t blister. “We can’t do this,” he growls, but he doesn’t pull away. “I know.” My voice breaks. “But how can this be wrong when it feels so right?” His jaw clenches. “Because you belong to him.” “I belong to you,” I whisper. “The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” For one endless moment, he just stares at me like I’m destroying him.Then his mouth crashes into mine, and the world burns. *** My brother’s mistake started a war. My surrender ended it. When Kaz Ryker, the most feared Alpha in the realm, spares my dying pack, the price isn’t gold or territory—it’s me. As his wife. His prize. His to claim. I tell myself I can survive this. That I can marry a monster and keep my heart intact. What I don’t expect, is for the mate bond to snap into place with the wrong man. He’s not the man I’m supposed to marry. He’s the one I’m fated to love. And he’s determined to deny it. But my body doesn’t care what he wants. And neither does fate. Trapped between two powerful wolves and a destiny I never asked for, I’m about to learn that some bonds can’t be denied. Even if they burn us all to ash.

Kylie’s mate told her he had a surprise for her, but the real surprise was finding out he was sleeping with her stepmom. An eye for an eye: she went after his sexy father instead. "You slept with my stepmom? I’ll sleep with your dad."

My mom gave birth to a pair of twins. While I lived with my grandma in the countryside since young, my younger sister, Katrina Coffey, got to live with our parents. I only got to live with my family after I got into a high school in the city. I thought I'd be able to experience what it feels like to be loved by my family. What I didn't know was that this would be the start of my nightmares. My family alienated me, treating me as though I were an outsider. My status was even lower than that of Katrina's dog. Later on, Katrina forcibly stuffed a piece of mango, which I was allergic to, into my mouth. Her excuse was that she wanted to help me get rid of my allergy. I tried to plead with my parents for help with great difficulty, but they merely glanced at me icily. "What's with the complaints? Are you saying that we can't have mangoes anymore because of you from now on?" "What allergy? All you have to do is eat more mangoes, and you'll be fine!" What they didn't know was that people actually die from severe allergies.