Final Fantasy Lost Stranger Novels & Stories

After seven years of loving Kael, the Vampire Prince, he finally agreed to marry me as a human. But there was a condition—he wanted me to donate one of my kidneys to my younger sister, who was suffering from renal failure. I agreed without hesitation. Relieved, Kael handed me the marriage application and promised that once the surgery was complete, we would hold the wedding. What he didn't know… was that I only had twenty-four hours left to live.

Maya Rami survived betrayal once. She doesn’t plan to survive it again. A single mother in Dubai, Maya has spent years building a quiet life for her daughter—until a scandal she didn’t commit destroys everything. Desperate, she accepts a job tutoring the son of billionaire Adam Saif. She expects a spoiled child. Instead, she meets a silent genius no one can reach. And his father? Adam Saif is untouchable. Ice-cold. Dangerous. A man who controls empires—and refuses to believe in love. But as Maya steps into his world of power and secrets, she begins to see the truth behind the mask. Late nights turn into stolen moments. Boundaries blur. And falling for Adam may cost her more than her heart. When Adam’s past resurfaces and his enemies set their sights on his son, Maya is forced into a choice that could destroy her life—or save it. Walk away… or stand beside a man the world is determined to ruin. 👉🏽 Some loves don’t just break hearts. They start wars.

BLURB: Five years ago, Odessa Romano died. At least, that was what Don Alessino De Luca was forced to believe. Betrayed by the woman he trusted most, the ruthless mafia king buried her memory alongside the empire she helped destroy. Until one night…he sees her again. Alive. Breathing. Hiding secrets. “You faked your death,” Alessino said coldly. His hand tightened around her waist possessively as his dark eyes locked onto hers. “Now tell me, cara…” “Who gave you permission to come back into my life?” *Trigger Warning* This story contains: violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, betrayal, possessive/obsessive behavior, past trauma, and non-consensual/dubious consent sexual situations. Read at your own discretion.

In the southern land of Clandestine Empire lies the city of lawlessness where the thirteen-year-old Dio is satisfied with his life. A warm home despite the chaotic city, a loving grandfather, and a humble living are all he needs in his life. However, everything changed when his grandfather died in a fire. He lost everything-- his family, his purpose, and his will to live. At a young age, he was lost with no hope for the future. “How about I help you find meaning in your life again?” It was an offer that he doesn’t even need to consider but because he wants to uphold his grandfather’s dying wish, Dio held the hand that was offered to him. It wasn’t salvation, just a temporary solution to push him to move forward. Little did he know that the hand that he took would lead him to know the reason why his grandfather had to die and how it was all connected to him. Will he be able to continue moving forward and face the future or give up on life and focus on revenge?

Seventeen years ago, the Hartwell family's little girl vanished into thin air, leaving her big brothers, Alexander and Julian, heartbroken and their parents wrecked until the end. Fast-forward to now: the billionaire brothers launch a worldwide hunt for their long-lost sister—the true heir to their massive empire. The big giveaway? A unique crescent-moon-and-star birthmark on her back. Plot twist: she's been right under their noses the whole time—as Elena, the overworked, underpaid maid getting bossed around by greedy widow Victoria and her bratty daughter Sophia. When the birthmark news hits, Victoria spots the real deal on Elena's back and smells money. Boom—they slap a fake tattoo on Sophia, coach her on sob stories, and march her straight to the Hartwells. The brothers, desperate for family, buy it hook, line, and sinker. Sophia morphs into "Isabella Hartwell," moves into the mansion, snags the CEO title, and starts living like royalty. Meanwhile, the actual heiress keeps scrubbing toilets. But power turns Sophia into a total monster—snobby, mean, and extra cruel to Elena. She even frames her for stealing a billion-dollar necklace and gets her kicked out. One brother (the sharp one) starts smelling something fishy. Then, at the huge CEO crowning gala, Sophia forgets to redraw the fake birthmark. Cameras flash, the mark's missing, and the internet explodes. Fake heiress busted! The brothers show up at Elena's tiny apartment begging forgiveness. She quietly shuts the door in their faces. Weeks later? Elena reclaims her empire—not as a sweet lost princess, but as a fierce boss lady who rebuilds it better, smarter, and kinder. She doesn't just inherit power—she owns it. And the brothers? They get front-row seats to the glow-up they never saw coming.

"This is your new sister," they said. "Protect her," they said. Not love her. Not obsess over. Not need the lost and abandoned orphan with no where else to go with every fiber of my being. Just protect the new messenger of the old gods, with all that I am..... Forbidden love in a lost world of fairies, shifters, and Shin.

After I was reborn, I dumped the cheating bastard and married his older twin brother. But as it turns out, I still picked the wrong man. In my past life, I married Maxwell Vaughan, the younger twin. Not long after our wedding, he started sleeping with Kelly Sloan, the maid's daughter. For her, he set the house on fire while I was sleeping. I woke up burned beyond recognition. Amoura, the world-famous lingerie brand, dropped me overnight. Just like that, my modeling career was over. This time, I chose Charlie Vaughan, the older twin. We were in sync and deeply in love. I thought I'd finally made it, that I'd rise to the top and become the supermodel I was meant to be. But the night before my Amoura runway show, my face was burned again. Charlie uncovered the truth quickly and had Maxwell arrested. For a moment, I thought I'd made the right choice this time. Six years later, I overhear something I was never meant to hear as Charlie tucks our sons, Declan and Dylan Vaughan, into bed. "Dad, Uncle Max already took the fall for Kelly. So why did she have to leave the country? Couldn't she have stayed here with us?" "Yeah, Dad. We still want Kelly to be our mom. We hate that freak!" Charlie pulls Declan and Dylan into his arms. His gaze softens with sorrow, then hardens with quiet resolve. "I already betrayed your mom once for Kelly. I'll spend the rest of my life to make it right." A rush of emotion surged through me, the pain cutting deeper than the fire ever did. For six years of marriage and eight years of love, I've been nothing more than a joke. Only now do I see it—Charlie loved Kelly all along, just like Maxwell did. Our marriage was nothing more than a matter of convenience. Even Declan and Dylan call me a freak and wish Kelly were their mother. If that's how it is, then so be it. I'm done with all three of them.

When I got home, I received dozens of voice messages from a parent. They had been sent in the group chat with other parents of children in the same kindergarten class as my daughter, Lily. [Ms. Channing, didn't I tell you that my daughter is allergic to furry toys? Why did you allow that boy, Sparky, to give my daughter a hugging bear?] Ms. Channing quickly denied this. No child called Sparky had ever studied in the kindergarten. Another parent was also furious about this. [How can you claim that? My son said Sparky would always force him to play hide-and-seek. If he refuses, Sparky would grab his hair!] I quickly asked Lily what this was about. Lily took out a hugging bear from behind her back and told me about it. [Ms. Channing can't see Sparky. Only smart children can see him. Sparky is a little boy with red eyes. Every child who plays hide-and-seek with Sparky will get a hugging bear.]

He caught hold of her leg and yanked backwards. She hung on and flailed both legs, kicking him in the head, the face. He fought to hold her legs down. Sweat lathered her hands. They slipped from the post. He yanked again. She rolled over to face him and punched with both fists. Her right fist caught him in the eye. He growled in pain, then threw himself on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She screamed.She strained to free herself, lunged up to bite him. He jerked backwards. They slid down one stair. She tried to scream again. He slapped a palm over her mouth, his breath hot on her face.She fought him until they had tumbled down every stair. By the time they reached the bottom, every ligament burned. She stared at him wide-eyed, gasping for breath between his bruising fingers.She trembled violently, longed to run again but knew it would do no good. He stood at a good seven inches taller and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance.All she could do now was placate him. Do what he wanted... no matter what it was!

Warning: 18+ This novel contains explicit adult content, strong language, manipulation, graphic violence, blood, and mature situations. Read at your own risk or pleasure. He remarried her best friend… while she was still calling him her husband. Madden Callista thought the worst thing in her life was the darkness creeping into her vision. She was wrong, it was the darkness living in her marriage. She loved Daelan Grey with a blind, unshakable faith. When he slid documents across the table and told her they were “just business,” she signed them without hesitation. When he reassured her with soft kisses and steady hands, she believed him. When he promised forever, she gave him everything, her trust, her wealth, her name. She never imagined those signatures were erasing her. The day Callista walked into the grand wedding hall, she thought she was surprising her husband. Instead, she walked into a nightmare dressed in white. Daelan stood at the altar exchanging vows with Elysia. Elysia, her old best friend. Elysia, who once laughed with her over coffee, she now wore the smile of a thief. When she screamed that Daelan was her husband, whispers rippled through the crowd. Cameras turned but Daelen didn’t deny her. He simply lifted a file for everyone to see. “We divorced five years ago,” he announced, voice cold and measured. He had rewritten her entire existence. She's no longer the CEO of the brand Avenior but now a NOBODY. “Kiss me at my husband's wedding,” She whispered in a stranger’s ear, her breath reeking of alcohol. (A drug lord)