Forever Interrupted Novels & Stories

My wife, Lilian Barton, loves me more than life itself. She has spent the past eight years working hard with me just so she can get pregnant with my child. Our son, Wesley Carson, needs immediate medical attention because of an asthma attack. On my way to the hospital, I accidentally crash into the wedding procession of a mafia leader. Wesley, who's barely a month old, is hurled to the ground, causing him to bleed everywhere. But that's when I see Lilian, who has an arm wrapped around the groom in the car. She tells a subordinate, "What bad luck! Not only is my wedding being interrupted, but there's also blood being spilled on my wedding day! Just kill that little bastard already!" Lilian outright ignores Wesley's cries of pain. Before she leaves, I hear her murmur, "Cover his mouth. That baby's cries are so annoying."

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”

Nina is a 22 years old pretty, but spoilt brat. Only daughter of a multi billionaire. She's rude, always gets what she wants... name it. And she doesn't give a damn about anyone; no one at all. All she cares about is being the princess. But one day, Nina's perfect life was interrupted when she suddenly got kidnapped from her home by some strange people who took her to who they referred to as "their boss". Jericho. That's his name. A hurt soul;.a dark heart. He doesn't know what it means to smile anymore as there was only one thing on his mind - revenge. He was a drug Lord - a popular Mafia Boss. And after getting prepared for so long, he finally set out to accomplish his revenge mission. And the first thing he does was kidnapping the arrogant daughter of his enemy - Nina - and bending her to his will.

Two hearts united as one; fusion. "Do you Audrey Dexter, take Ace Zimmer to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” “I do." She responded amidst smiles. "Do you Ace Zimmer, take Audrey Dexter to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in wealth and in penury, in sickness and in health, till...” “I do.” He rudely interrupted the priest before flashing an apologetic, unapologetic smile. He was not-so-subtly trying to skip to the end as soon as possible. “I pronounce you man and wife.” The priest smiled, mirroring Audrey’s. “You may...” “We’d rather not do that.” He cut him short once more as he whispered. Audrey’s smile faltered for a split second at his comment. It was then it began to dawn on her that she’d carelessly hopped into a dangerous marriage with the billionaire boss.

Boss of the designing department of her company; a vigilante at night. Life taught her not to love so she choose to not to let her heart sway. She was too bold and strong for someone to be loved. So when he comes across her aloofness, he wants to know her more. The question lies as to what will happen? She choose her life dangerously so will love makes it way? If yes, what is gonna happen? If no, what is gonna happen? STORY: She knew that if she stayed here for a bit longer it is going to be trouble that will be following. She just wanted to leave. She was trying to make her move when she got interrupted by him, "I am not safe." It was not a request but more like a notification. She observed him. She could see no fear in his eyes. she was sure he had encountered situations like this and she was not bad at judging people too. It seemed like he was taking advantage of the situation. She smirked and answered before heading her way,"I am not interested."

“Relax, Eden. Open the box, hand over the contents, and everyone will be fine.”Even with a mask on, I can tell this robber isn’t your typical criminal. There’s something about him that makes my body respond… that makes me want him to take me instead.***Eden Smith’s normal life as a bank teller is interrupted the day the Golden brothers walk. Dante and Ryder have been watching the bank, and Eden, for weeks. Eden is taken a hostage. When she has a chance to escape, finds she is tired of her abusive boyfriend and normal life. With the Golden brothers, that could all change. All it takes is one look from the brothers for her to find herself doing things she never would’ve dreamed imaginable!Will Eden leave or will the brothers claim her? Eden must decide if she will go back to bank telling or dive into the Golden brothers’ lifestyle luxurious, steamy—but dangerous—lifestyle.Trapped Between the Mafia Brothers is created by Scarlett Rossi, an EGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Ethan’s voice came through, tinged with regret. “Lily, I just want to talk. I’m really sorry for how things ended. Can we please—” Lewis interrupted, a smirk forming on his lips. “What do you want, Ethan?” “She’s not available right now. In fact, she’s under me, and I’m inside her. So don’t disturb us.” A shocked silence hung in the air as Ethan processed the words. “What? Are you serious?” he stammered, disbelief evident in his tone. “Dead serious,” Lewis replied, his confidence radiating through the phone. “Lily is mine now, and I’m not letting you back in. So back off.” Ethan’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “You think you can just take her away from me? She deserves better!” “Better than you? Please,” Lewis scoffed. “You had your chance, and you blew it. Now it's my turn.”

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. “Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!” Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. “Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.” With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.  At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.  When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.” So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. “Let’s get married.”

Seven years after registering our marriage, my husband Gaius and I finally decided to hold the romantic wedding ceremony we had missed back then. That day, I wore the wedding gown I had designed myself and walked toward him with hopeful eyes. Before I could deliver my carefully prepared vows, an incident interrupted the moment. Amid the stunned murmurs of the guests, Gaius dashed toward the woman who had fainted—again—at my wedding. His voice trembled with urgency, eyes burning red. "Call an ambulance! Now!" He didn't even look back as he left the wedding hall. When the wedding bell rang seven times, I calmly pulled off my veil. Facing the guests who had yet to disperse, I smiled and said, "As you can see, today marks the divorce ceremony between Gaius and me. Please, eat and drink to your heart's content. Don't let the trip go to waste!"