Fictive Alter Novels & Stories

This Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was real or fake. Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my toes, and I might consider sparing your life.” “What? You…”

I said. Alex paused, and looked out of the window. We were up so high that mostly the view from here was just darkness. “Someone,” he said, with a heavy sense of irony, “forged my birth certificate. My original, not the copies I used when I applied for liquor licenses. They think I’m…not who I say I am.” “What? Not who you think you are?” “Yeah. Kind of.” “That’s hard. That’s devious,” I said. “If you can make someone doubt themselves, you can make them doubt the truth.”

"They rewrote everything. Our bond, our memories, everything we had. They turned it into this." I hesitated before taking the paper, my hands shaking as I carefully unfolded it. My eyes scanned the contents, struggling to focus between the rain blurring the ink and the way the world seemed to tilt around me. There were two sets of records. They were identical at first glance but had subtle discrepancies. One was official, neat, and structured—the version I had seen before. The second was crimson-edged, chaotic, and... altered. My lips parted as my eyes darted over the forged entries. It was all fake. Details about Alex’s discovery as the Black Wood heir, the timeline of his transformation, e

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I felt like I was flying. As our kisses became deeper and more intense, Alec suddenly pulled away and looked into my eyes. In a low, growling voice, he called me "mate," and I could feel a shiver run down my spine. Something about the way he said it, with such possession and intensity, made me feel both scared and aroused. Then, without warning, he pressed his lips to my neck and left a mark, a claiming symbol of his ownership. I gasped in shock, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he continued to kiss and nip at my skin.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

she said. Lucian studied her face carefully. "About yesterday?" "About everything." A pause, then she added, more firmly: "If the whole school is going to believe I'm your girlfriend anyway..." Lucian's expression shifted slightly not surprise, just attention sharpening. "Then I might as well make it useful." Silence. The wind moved softly between them. Lucian's voice came lower. "Useful how." She exhaled once. "I'll play along." A beat. "I'll be your fake girlfriend."

“This is her record on the ‘high-end escort’ website. She even spent the night with me at a guest house last week. The comments say she’s ‘good at playing the innocent.’” The printed papers showed Liora in a backless dress, making a heart gesture at the camera. It was a far cry from the image she had painted for Alpha Nathan when she pretended to wipe away her tears in front of him. Alpha Nathan’s throat tightened. “Bullshit…” “Bullshit?” William threw down a medical record. “She’s had three miscarriages at private clinics. The nurse said after the procedure, she went out to buy limited-edition heels.” He paused. “That ‘accident’ was staged by her. She paid me $10,000 for it, and the blood p

“We can’t give him the real thing.” “You mean—?” “We can fake it,” she said quietly, her tone edged with resolve. “Use altered blood. Mix it with anticoagulants, maybe a stabilizer—enough to break the ‘living’ resonance. To him, it’ll look real, but the link will be incomplete. Harmless.” Elias studied her for a moment. The admiration in his eyes was subtle, but unmistakable. This was the Alia he knew—the one who never flinched, who stood between danger and reason with perfect, surgical calm.

I snapped. "And you said you were broke!" he fired back. Our voices slammed through the ballroom. The two Alphas blinked. "Wait—you two... know each other?" "Know him?" I growled. "He's the bastard I crashed with for three months—said he worked nights at some sketchy club and took me joyriding in a 'client's' luxury car!" "You're no better!" Caden fired back. "You're the liar who fed me truffle bread and claimed you were some broke college student!"

"But let us get one thing incredibly clear. If you ever attempt to embarrass me publicly, or if you actively try to break this engagement off, I will personally see to it that Alpha Magnus unplugs your beloved Grandma Alder's life support machines myself." I stood completely frozen in the middle of the beautiful, sunlit garden, my blood running entirely cold as I stared into her chilling, merciless eyes. I realized with absolute, horrifying clarity that my desperate attempts at physical and emotional intimidation would never, ever work, because I was hopelessly engaged to a complete, remorseless sociopath.