Good Omens Art Novels & Stories

This book is loosely based on a true story. ‘You will fall in love many times in your life. But the best one will be falling in love with your best friend.’ When Blaze's world falls apart, it's only natural that she turns to Fabien ‘Fab’ Lévy, an old roommate, for support. They had become close friends eight years ago while dancing for the same company. Seeing him turns her world upside down. He’s now sexier than before, and so perfect… But even so, she will never have sex with him! Well, never is such a definitive word… Maybe just once… One steamy night… and that’s it! Fabien has always loved Blaze Autumn Bergdahl, and always wanted her. But she always so him as her best friend. Life pushed them in different directions, and now, after eight years, she's on his Paris doorstep, needing a place to stay… She's just as hot, and as gorgeous as ever and Fabien wants her just as much. Is this their chance to be finally together? Is it possible for a man and a woman to be just… good friends even if one of them is totally in love? Can she throw away the best sex and the best friend she's ever had for a handful of illusions?

Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

Amelia was leading a perfect life, She loved her life, her friends everything. But what she hated the most were boys. Especially boys who like to play with girls. She hasn't had any good reason to trust them. Whenever she loved someone it was always for some ulterior motive. What happens when she bumps into School's new boy, Damien? Icy blue eyes are his signature. A boy who is cocky, sweet, caring but at the same time mysterious in his own ways. Will Damien prove her wrong and fall in love along with her? Or does he have his own motives behind his actions. To add onto Amelia's turmoil of a life, what will happen when the boy who broke her heart a few years back returns to claim her back? What would have happened between the two? Peek in to know ~~

A stolen memory. A ruthless God. A handsome enemy, who swore to never love. Something precious, vanished.... Launched into a world she never expected to be a part of. Can the world be saved? Or will it sink into chaos, lost like a boat in the ocean...

Kaia Carson just got the job of her dreams, but with it comes a distraction she really does not need in her life. Will meeting Beau Navarro be the best thing to happen to her or will it destroy all the progress she thought she had made to get here? All Mr. Navarro knows is that he wants that woman for himself, to hell with what anyone thinks!

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

What do you do when the mate you love gets another she-wolf pregnant after a drunken night? This is my new reality. In the face of this, he firmly said, "Keep the pup, and we can still go back to how things were." I could not believe my ears. Shaking my head, I asked him to choose. "Between me and the pup, who do you choose?" I said to him. All I got was silence. His blank face broke me. I could not believe he couldn’t answer. But his silence was enough of an answer for me. So I left, and he regretted it.