Good Girl Novels & Stories

Love is invincible no one can resist it when it knock on your heart. You can fight you can protest but at the end you have to surrender to it. Something like that happen to our protagonists as well who thought that they are incapable of love and loving someone. What happened when Hearts got stole in an unexpected situation? But Is it that easy that it seems like? It's more complicated then you think it is This story will give you tears and leave a smile on your lips as well So join the journey of our leads to know more about their life

Adam Ocampo is a premier world-class painter who went back to his hometown in search of a perfect place for his art and a home for his heart. His search for Teresa Milan draws him closer to long-lost memories, past grievances, and the closure of forgiveness.

There's nothing certain in this world. When two people were supposed to be together, are they what really is called soulmates? The moment Mirabella accidentally stumbled upon the famous Alpha, Jason Langton in the library, the first words he was spouting was about rejecting her. What did she do? "Well, I reject you too." Mirabella said playfully, not the slightest bit bothered. Her words and reaction caused him to be stunned. He was caught in a trance for a moment. When he looked up again, she was no longer standing before him. He found her figure trying to reach for a book in one of the shelves. It seemed that the book is more important than the matters of him rejecting her? Rejected by an Alpha? For her, wasn't it just mutual rejection? He rejected her, she was just returning the favor!

Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.

“Let him go right now.” Wait a second, did he just call me him? And then it hit again! Over here, I am a HE, not a SHE. Idris, not Irish. Before you roll your eyes and use the F words, this is my story, not yours. They said when life throws you lemons, you make lemonade, but I made a whole juice. Being in this college with not just a different name, but a different sex, is chaos on its own, one I’m fully embarked on. “Desperate times require drastic decisions.” I took those words way too seriously. How I plan to survive this journey is totally up to me. Will I be caught? That’s up to you to find out.

I showed up to Luciano's birthday in his favorite lingerie—ready to surprise him. Instead, I walked in on him hooking up with my half-sister, Cecilia. Classic. So yeah, I dumped him on the spot and hit the nearest bar to blackout my rage. One thing led to another, and I ended up having a one-night stand with this insanely hot stranger. Plot twist? He turned out to be Luciano's adoptive dad. Yeah—Lysandro Godino. The freaking mafia Don. Since then, my life's been a mess of his dark world, intense nights, and seriously confusing feelings. He's wild. Possessive. Obsessive. The kind of man who doesn't believe in limits. And somewhere in all that chaos, I fell for him—hard. But does he love me back? I still don't know.

After years together, we finally hit our wedding day. At the altar, Damien Huxley had the ring halfway on my finger when his old college crush from Francia called. The guy everyone swore loved me more than his own life? His eyes went red. Then he bolted for the airport. My hand froze midair. Then a stream of comments popped up in front of me— [Oh my god, guys! I just saw his old crush's profile pic—she looks exactly like the new cadaver donor at our school!] [No way. Don't freak me out. Keep that creepy comment away from me!] [Either they're twins, or you need glasses. Chill.] I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I knew about Damien's old crush—our college classmate. But I remembered one thing clearly. She was an only child...

I had been sexually assaulted. Just as I was about to wash away the filth clinging to my body, I saw a flood of scrolling comments: [What insane luck does the female lead have? She just goes to sleep and ends up having sex with a hot guy.] [I just saw the male lead’s eight-pack abs. Damn it, she’s got it so good. Let me take her place for a couple of episodes.] [Hehe, next the female lead is going to run away pregnant. A little baby is about to be born.] [Call the police. Go to someone you trust. Whatever you do, don’t wash away the evidence.] My gaze lingered on the last comment. After a long silence, I reached out and turned off the shower.

The only reckless thing I ever did in my last life was fall in love with Luca Moretti. For five years, I called him my brother by day and lay in his arms by night. Then half a month ago, outside the Moretti Club, I heard him talking to his men. "Luca, what are you going to do about the little girl Grace brought in? Weren't you supposed to play with her and dump her? How has this gone on for five years?" "You got with her to get back at your stepmother, right? Sophia dumped you back then, so you turned around and went after Grace's precious daughter. Don't tell me you actually fell for her." Then Luca's cold, cruel voice slipped through the crack in the door. "Love her? Come on. I just haven't decided how to end it yet. Maybe I'll let her stand alone in the church on our engagement day. That could be fun." Laughter burst from the private room. I stood outside the door, my hands and feet turning ice-cold. So my five years of love were just his pastime, a knife meant to cut my mother. I ran from the club in a panic, drove straight into the storm, and died in a pileup on Chicago's South Side. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the year before anyone knew about me and Luca. This time, I wasn't going to wait for him to throw me away. I would leave first.

I was born with something broken inside me. I was also the biological son of the wealthiest family in the country. When I was fourteen, the Hayes family finally brought me home. By then, I had already come up with over a hundred ways to get rid of Nathan Hayes—the fake heir who had taken my place. But he turned out to be the only person in the entire Hayes family who truly cared about me. The only one who ever protected me. He used to say he was a knight, and I was a fallen prince. And a knight's duty was to protect his prince. I laughed at him for being naive. For being kind in the most impractical way possible. Yet he still helped me take control of the Hayes family. He helped me become the head of the most powerful conglomerate in the country. He even helped me find true love. Then he stood by and watched me find happiness. When his mission was finally complete, Nathan could have left after changing my fate. But he chose to stay. Instead, he married a woman who promised to love him for the rest of his life. Then, after another business trip overseas, I came home to the news of his death. I rushed back as fast as I could. But by the time I arrived, all that remained was his broken body. My brother was dead. And I lost my mind. I knew then that the darkness inside me no longer needed to stay hidden. Everyone who had hurt him would be buried alongside him.