From anonymity to stardom Novels & Stories

After being killed, Janelle Erwin and I open our eyes to see ourselves standing at a wedding venue. This time, Janelle chooses to marry her childhood friend, Lance Huff, who has just returned to the country. She's extraordinarily resentful of me, so she doesn't hesitate to kick me out of her company and let Lance take over my position there. "I will never marry a loser like Wesley! On top of that, he's just a mutt who belongs to the Erwin family!" But right after Lance takes over North Hill Corporation, the company keeps losing bids one after another. At one point, it was even dragged into a murder case. Janelle asks me for help again. But this time, she wants me to become the scapegoat for Lance's crimes. After witnessing my rejection, she starts using the deeds of kindness she's done for me in the past just to emotionally manipulate me. But I just guffaw in Janelle's face as I stare at her. "I've already paid the Erwins back for their benevolence in my past life! Now, you're the ones owing me in this life!"

I mistook being wanted for being loved. It's an easy mistake when you've never had either. Roman gave me five years of broken glass, bruised wrists, and a soundproof bedroom. I stayed because leaving felt impossible. Because I had a son to protect. Because I thought love meant enduring. Then one day I ran. And the courtroom that was supposed to save me became another trap — because the lawyer I trusted had already been bought. Tired of it all, I decided if I couldn't be free, I wouldn't be at all. I decided to commit suicide. The worst part? The man who walked into that hospital room and saved my life is the same man I've spent five years trying to forget. The stranger from one reckless night. The father of my son. Damien Douglas. Brilliant surgeon. The only man who has ever looked at me like I was worth seeing. But there was a big problem; he was Roman's stepbrother. The deeper I fall into Damien's world, the more I realise my marriage to Roman was never about love or control. It was about keeping me from finding out who I really am. Who my father was. What was taken from me before I was old enough to know I had it. Roman's family destroyed my father and buried the truth. Now I have it back. Now it's my turn to bury the Douglas family, but will I bury Damien also?

It had been six years since Vincent Castellano was declared dead in that “car crash”, and I was still alone. My friends kept nagging me to move on. Even in my dreams, Vincent was there, begging me to stop living in the past. So I finally caved and agreed to a blind date with Leo Christopher, the guy who’d been chasing me for years. I’d decided I’d make a clean break with Vincent once and for all on the Day of the Dead. But the second I stepped out of the cemetery, a billboard for a luxury brownstone in Brooklyn Heights caught my eye. It was the exact place Vincent had been obsessed with back when I thought he was alive. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was heading straight for it. What I saw that day is seared into my brain for the rest of my life. There, on the bench outside the house, sat Vincent. The man was laid to rest in the Castellano family crypt. And he had his arm around another woman. That woman? Mia Rossi. The card dealer he’d been screwing behind my back six years prior. The same one I’d caught him red-handed with, the one I’d made him fire from the family casino.

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

Manhattan was a silent witness when my world shattered into pieces. In a single cold night, the man I called my fiancé turned sacred promises into the cruelest betrayal. I fled to Miami, carrying raw wounds and a fractured identity, hoping the tropical bustle would swallow my past forever. Instead, fate threw me into the orbit of Jovan Bradford—a stoic billionaire who became my only sanctuary in the storm. Beneath the glittering Miami skyline, Jovan offered a security that felt addictive. He was the kind of man who would stop the world just to ensure I could breathe in peace. But this safety came with a steep price. As a dark obsession from my past began to crawl back through black roses and tangible terror, I realized the truth. My presence threatened the very throne and reputation Jovan had painstakingly built. Now, I stand at a deadly crossroads. Do I keep running like a coward, or stop and fight beside the man who has risked everything for me? As secret after secret unravels, I have to ask myself—is this love my final harbor, or the dagger that will destroy us both?

After four years with Killian, I got pregnant. I took the pregnancy test and my ID to a private hospital to set up a file, but when entering insurance information, I was stopped by the blonde administrative specialist. "Mrs. Smith, the system shows there is a problem with your marital status." She looked at me awkwardly. "Your marriage to Mr. Killian is not legally effective." I was stunned and instinctively retorted, "That's impossible. We registered in Las Vegas, all the procedures were..." "There is only an application record, no final signed effective document." The specialist turned the screen around and tapped the keyboard a few times. "Moreover, Mr. Killian's legal wife... shows another lady's name." That name was like a thorn, piercing fiercely into my retina. Elena. Killian's personal secretary, and also publicly recognized as the benefactor who saved his life in the Alps avalanche five years ago. I felt all the blood in my body flowing backward. How could it be her?

For three years of marriage, she had been nothing more than a shadow in his life. To him, she was invisible, a convenience he sought only when it suited him. He gave her no love, no affection—only physical on his terms when other women failed to satisfy him. When Enlyan discovered her pregnancy, she was overjoyed, hoping it might bring them closer. But her happiness shattered when she found him at the hospital with his lover for a maternity checkup. She finally asked for a divorce and vanished. Heartbroken and distracted, she met with tragedy—an accident that almost claimed her unborn child. Five years later, Enlyan returns with her twins. "They are my children!" Damian's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with fury. "You dared to hide them from me all this time? I’m taking them away from you. They belong with me." Damian Blackwood growled, his intention turning cruel. And She was powerless against his anger.

She is the only one who can handle him until she learns that her father destroyed her… Carmen Vega thought her new job managing hockey’s golden boy, Chase Maddox, would just be a paycheck. What she didn’t expect was the sharp banter, the stolen glances or to fall for the man behind the Ice King mask. But when Chase discovers the father she had vowed never to forgive is the same man who ruined his childhood, their love turns into the most dangerous game; one where winning might mean losing each other forever.

Lena Carter believed she finally had her life under control—until a single evening shattered everything. A mysterious will, a multi-billion-dollar empire, and a man more dangerous than any secret force her into a world she never knew existed. Noah Carter is young, outrageously wealthy, and ice-cold. The press calls him the aloof heir to one of Europe’s most powerful family dynasties. Yet behind his amber eyes lurks something darker: a truth buried for decades—and Lena stands at its very center. As a forbidden passion ignites between them, things begin to happen that should be impossible. Touches trigger flashes of silver light. The dead return. Memories surface of events that could never have taken place. And suddenly, Lena discovers that her life is part of a cruel experiment spanning generations. Worse still: she is pregnant. But the child she carries could be the key not only to a multi-billion-dollar fortune—but to a power for which people will kill, lie, and even break the very fabric of time. Trapped between two versions of the same man, a secret organization, and a love that has already failed across four lifetimes, Lena must make a choice: Does she trust the man she loves? Or the man who claims to have known her before she was even born? A passionate novel filled with forbidden love, dark family secrets, time loops, and a truth that could destroy everything. Some love stories end with a kiss. This one begins with a death.

“Tell me,” he said, low and dangerous. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” “You,” I panted, spreading wider, shameless. “It’s yours—please, Micaiah—” “Come on my cock,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.” ★⁠☆ Maliya comes home after two years abroad, hoping everything she ran from has finally cooled. But the moment she steps through the door, she realizes nothing has changed—especially not the one person she never wanted to face again. Micaiah. Her stepbrother. Her almost. Her reason for disappearing. She plans to keep her distance, start classes, rebuild her life… until her parents drop the news: they’ve transferred her to a new university, the one where Micaiah works as a professor. And they’re leaving for a three-month honeymoon, meaning she and Micaiah will be living in the same house. Alone. Maliya tells herself she can handle it. But Micaiah has his own ideas about unfinished business. Three months isn’t long… unless you’re stuck with the one person you swore you’d never fall for again.