G E N E T I C Unscramble Novels & Stories

Meet Omotara Evelyn Banks also known as Tara Banks. A nurse, an entrepreneur and a model. Beautiful yet sassy, friendly yet cold. There is something about fate, they say fate brings those things you never expected. Meet the handsome Olaitan Eric Olaosebikan. A loyal member of the Yoruba demon association, a master player indeed. In the midst of society full of betrayal, will love wins. Seat back and enjoy this suspense filled romantic story.

This book is all about love, romance, action, adventurous and avenge. Adex once has a dream of becoming a Computer Engineering, but has to convert into studying mass communication, just to carry out his late father's wishes, to expose the illicit leadrs. Marshall Wendy is killed, Adex has to remain hidden to protect his pregnant fiancee who he planning of marrying

Sandra had never imagined that she would be left all alone on her wedding day. Ivy had always threaten to commit suicide due to her depression. As such, everyone would always try to please her. There was no exception even at Sandra's wedding. Sandra had had enough. She would not want to have any connection with her fiancé or her parents anymore. From now on, Sandra would only live her life for herself.

Dawn never wanted to cross paths with the crazy King of Euphoris whom everyone loathed and avoided. He was unpredictable and inconsiderate. Nothing good came out of his rule. But her worst fears came to pass when she's forced to go to the castle against her wishes. The King was expecting a new bride, a princess from another kingdom that day but unfortunately, she killed herself because of fear of who the King was. The bride had to be replaced without much thought and Dawn fell right into their trap. Her story begins when she meets the King's two wives who hate her and wants to make her life a living hell. And the King she's marrying whose psychotic side was far different from what everyone thought it was.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT He is a prince, and she is a nobody. In his eyes, she is unfit to even say his name. But what happens when circumstances force them into an unexpected marriage? How much more can Amelia take from a man who would do anything to get her out of his life? Would it be too late when billionaire prince Bastian realizes that Amelia has been THE ONE all along? Find out what happens in this gripping tale of love, betrayal and redemption.

Volume 1: INHERITED SECRETS Raine is the daughter of a renowned detective who died in a murder case. Determined to unravel the truth behind the death of her love ones, she had to follow in his father's footsteps of mixing with the murky waters of murder and mystery. However, the hole she dug herself turned out deeper than she thought. When she became involved in a crime she did not commit, the justice she yearned for her parents would be at risk. Raine and her squad would have to face an unimaginable series of crimes and thread along the dreary path of solving cases.

Two hockey stars, sworn to hate each other. Years of rivalry, hatred and buried history. When Jade Riccio is transferred from Apex Vanguard to the New York Titans, he steps right into Elliot Lombardi's territory, a place where hatred burns just as hot as desire. Forced onto the same ice, their past collides with feelings neither of them is ready to face. The two lustful enemies find themselves loving each other but threats rises to tear them apart. Will they betray each other again or stay?

Ruby signs a contract and makes a deal with the ruthless billionaire Jasper to bear a child for him, she signs the contract to save her late father's restaurant. Ruby is treated like a maid and she is insulted and mistreated by Jasper and Tiffany. Caden, who happens to be Jasper's stepbrother, is the only person who treats Ruby like a decent human being, but things take a turn when Ruby gets pregnant for Caden and not Jasper as agreed in the contract she signed What will become of Ruby when Jasper finds out she's pregnant for another man's child?

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.

During the eight years I spent by Alpha David’s side, I also raised the pup he had with my late sister. At his birthday banquet, I accidentally wore one of her old dresses. Eight-year-old Dorian grabbed a pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured it over me— right in front of the maids. The scalding liquid burned my skin, and when I looked up, I saw the same cold disgust in his eyes that I’d seen so many times in his father’s. “How dare you wear my mother’s dress?” he sneered. “You’ll never replace her. You killed her with that wicked heart of yours!” The coffee seared more than my flesh. It burned straight through my heart. I looked at the child I’d raised for eight long years. I didn’t feel angry. I didn’t even feel sad. Only a quiet kind of exhaustion. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”