Finding Nemo The Drop Off Novels & Stories

On the day I left for a business trip, my son, Billy Smith, livestreamed his suicide attempt from our home. While I took my time shopping at the mall, my younger sister, Lori Chaney, and my husband, Greg Smith, were beside themselves with panic. By the time I got the call from Lori, I dropped everything at work and rushed home. However, I reached home to see Billy sobbing into the camera. “Mom, whenever Dad isn’t home, you bring Mr. Scott into the house. After that, you’d force me to keep it a secret. When I refused to play along, you abused me in every way you could! I also found the medical report in your nightstand. You have AIDS, but you never told Dad. I’m ashamed to have a disgusting woman like you as my mother!” Billy then jumped from the building and landed on the rescue airbag without a scratch. I, however, became the target of public outrage. I tried to clear my name, but no one believed me. After all, who would risk his own life just to frame his mother? Greg even brought me a glass of poisoned milk and forced me to drink it. He then told everyone that I had committed suicide out of shame. When I opened my eyes again, I realized I had been sent back in time to the day Billy threatened to kill himself.

“Look at yourself, Willow… How can someone like you possibly stand beside me as my Luna?” His eyes swept over my body. “Be honest with yourself… You look like an overfed cow.” ⸻ I've spent my entire life being told I take up too much space. Too fat. Too greedy. Too embarrassing. So when the Moon Goddess finally blessed me with a mate—a mate who also happened to be my best friend... The only person I believed saw me for more than my size... I thought my suffering had finally come to an end. I was wrong. Because that same night, he rejected me before the entire pack, called me an overfed cow, chose my beautiful younger sister as his Luna... then offered me the greatest humiliation of all. He wanted me to become their surrogate. According to him, my body was already ruined anyway. I lost everything that night. Until the last person I ever expected stepped into my life. River Hale. The Alpha's illegitimate son. My childhood bully. The man I hated more than anyone. His proposal was even crazier than my rejection. "Fake date me." Apparently, making the future Alpha believe his rejected mate is screwing his own bastard brother is the perfect revenge. Now I'm living under the same roof as the man I swore I'd never trust while pretending to be hopelessly in love with him. The only problem? The more we fake it... The less fake it begins to feel.

On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.

I drive a Rolls-Royce to the venue where my high school reunion is held. When my former classmates ask me how much the Rolls-Royce costs, I tell them that it belongs to the company. They begin telling everyone behind my back that I work as a company driver, and that I'm not living a good life at the moment. Then again, the car does belong to the company. It's just that the company is mine.

Interior designer Isla Moretti has always been invisible to billionaire Kai Westbrook, or so she thought. When danger from her past resurfaces, Kai makes her an offer she can't refuse: marry him. It's purely practical. A business arrangement with an expiration date. But the more time they spend together, the more Isla realizes Kai's been keeping secrets. And some of them involve her.

Beckett only wanted one thing—win the championship and secure his future. But one reckless night changes everything. Because the stranger he can’t forget turns out to be Malakai, the team captain, the golden boy… and now his biggest mistake. What was supposed to be a one-time escape turns into a dangerous game of lust, and desires. Malakai wants more. Beckett refuses to give in. And in a world where one wrong move could cost them everything, staying away might be the only safe choice. Too bad neither of them knows how to stop. Because some mistakes don’t fade. They become everything.

Under the same roof with someone you find insanely attractive? Your supposed stepbrother? Sweet boy, bad boy all in one, horny devil for only you? count me in. ---------- She grew up beside him. Their parents got married. Best friends. Partners in crime. Practically family. But then… his older brother came home. And now her best friend’s house and new home doesn’t feel the same. Not with him in it. Nicolas, Tall, tattooed, and infuriatingly mysterious. He’s the boy who missed the wedding, the other brother she never met, the man who makes her heart race and her mind spin. But He’s also her best friend’s older brother. Her father's new step son. Her not so stepbrother. Off-limits. Or at least… he was supposed to be.

Sepharine cared for Draven, the crippled son of an Alpha, for three long years. After painstakingly helping him regain his strength, he scorned her—for she was merely a lowly maid, unworthy of an Alpha's heir. Heartbroken, Sepharine left the pack. Only after losing her did Draven realize the depth of his feelings for her.

Ariana went to celebrate _him_. What she got instead was betrayal — and not from just anyone. Her boyfriend chose her best friend. Hurt and furious, she did the one thing she’d never done before: she spent the night with a stranger to forget. He was dangerous, possessive, and infuriatingly unforgettable. One night was supposed to be enough to forget. It wasn’t.The next day, her mother told her they were moving in with her new husband. No choice. No time to think. Ariana told herself it couldn’t get worse. It did. The stranger from that night was standing in her new kitchen the next morning. Tall. Cold. He was her new stepbrother. Kian Mercer tried to stay away. He told himself it was a mistake, that he’d keep his distance, that she was off limits now. He didn't last long. Every glance, every accidental brush, every sharp word between them only made it worse. He hates that he wants her. She hates that she wants him back. But hate and want are dangerous things when you live under the same roof. And Kian’s not good at playing fair when it comes to what’s his.Betrayal broke her. He was supposed to be the mistake she forgot. Now he’s the obsession she can’t escape._Off Limits: My One-Night Stepbrother_ is a dark, possessive stepbrother romance with forced proximity, jealousy, secrets, and a love that refuses to let go.

I only meant to spite my ex. I didn’t mean to blow up my entire life. Catching my boyfriend cheating backstage was the script from hell. Kissing the first guy I saw to prove I didn't care? That was just bad acting. But I didn't know the "stranger" was Cole Donovan, the campus’s resident tech genius who’s about as emotional as a calculator. Now, a video of that kiss is sitting in my mother’s inbox. She’s gone from "divorced" to "devout," and if I don't prove this mystery guy is my serious, respectable boyfriend, she’s pulling my tuition. I have forty-eight hours to track down a man I don't know, convince him to lie to my mother, and hope he doesn't realize how desperate I actually am. But Cole Donovan doesn't do favors, and he definitely doesn't do drama. I’m an actress, but this is one role I never rehearsed for. And if I can’t convince the campus’s coldest genius to play along, my mother is pulling me out of theater, and my dream is over before the final curtain.