Gratis Online Novels & Stories

Two months before the public ceremony Marco had sworn would finally recognise me as his wife, he announced his engagement online, to no one in particular, but everyone assumed it was to me. And so they congratulated me. After seven years at his side, after I had stabilised the Fontana family, crushed three internal revolts, and secured enough elders' votes to make him the next Don, everyone, including myself, took it for granted that I would be the woman standing beside him. Until I paused outside a private room and heard his friends laughing. "Marco, your Donna selection list is insane. Twelve women, one ring, and you grade them every month?" A whistle. "Right now it's down to Elena and that little nightclub girl you keep in the penthouse, isn't it?" "What if you don't marry Elena after all this?" another man asked. "She gave you seven years. She might lose her mind." Marco's lazy laugh cut through the smoke. "Whoever performs best becomes my wife. Fair rule." The room erupted. "Come on, you're obviously favouring your mistress. Elena can't win if you keep giving that girl perfect scores." His voice turned playful, almost amused. "I gave Elena the chance. If she still loses, she can only blame herself." I stood frozen, the blood draining from my heart. After a long silence, I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, I agree to come home." "I'll accept the marriage alliance arranged by the Commission."

My boyfriend's childhood friend, Cassandra Lindth, performs one of the forbidden spells, trading 30 years of her own life just to steal the top spot on the civil service exam from me. She pulls off a 30-day miracle and becomes an internet sensation, her comeback going viral. Meanwhile, I take the fall, get reported for cheating, and am banned from ever taking the exam again. I turn to my boyfriend, Derrick Hayes, for help, but the look he gives me spells pure disbelief. "Have you completely lost it? You couldn't pass on your own, and now you're trying to drag Cassandra's name through the mud? I never imagined you'd stoop this low!" I am speechless, with no way to prove my innocence. Cassandra sues me for defamation, and Derrick shows up in court to testify against me. I have studied for three years straight, and it ends with a three-year prison sentence. My parents are disappointed with me. They go so far as to publish their statement in the newspapers, publicly shaming me. Derrick and Cassandra announce their wedding online and are set to dive into their new jobs as soon as the honeymoon wraps up. With no way to clear my name, I spiral into despair. Disoriented and numb, I fall into the river and drown. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the week before the civil service exam. I toss my exam ticket in the trash and sign up for a three-month temp gig instead. If Cassandra is dumb enough to trade 30 years of her life for my spot, she can have it and choke on it!

After three years of renting, the landlord kept raising the rent, so I decided not to renew the lease. I hired cleaners to thoroughly clean the entire place, inside and out. There was not a single scratch on the furniture or appliances. I figured the landlord would not return the deposit easily, but I never imagined she would come out swinging with such outrageous demands. “This dining table cost me 25,000 dollars! You got it dirty, and we can’t clean it. You owe me 25,000! “How did this living room lamp get so dusty? Don’t you know how to clean as a girl? We’ll have to deduct 1,500 from your deposit! “There are hooks on the wall. You damaged my walls! 2,000 for that! “This mattress... Hmph. You live-streamers probably brought home who knows how many men. This one’s ruined anyway. There goes 15,000! “Why are there strands of hair in the bathroom? How am I supposed to rent this out to the next tenant? Five hundred for cleaning fees!” She tapped away at her calculator, then thrust it in my face. “You’ve lived here for three years. I’ll give you a friend’s discount. I won’t charge extra for the other damages. Pay me 50,000 dollars, and we’ll call it even! “Otherwise, I’ll expose you online and make you lose followers!” I glanced at the live stream that had 50,000 viewers at the time. When I looked up again, my face was only a mask of smiles. “Ms. Lane, let me think about it. I’ll give you an answer in two days.”

Ae Doona is a 22-year-old recluse who has given up on her real-life to focus on her online personality as a relationship guru on Rebbit. Doona was a victim of bullying growing up, and this affected her in later years. As a university student in Seoul, Doona is withdrawn, has no close friends and is very antisocial. Her mother (Ae Mishil) thinks Doona can have a fresh start in Busan. The joy of her move is short-lived as she bumps into Sochun the very same day. Sochun was one of the boys that regularly tormented Doona while in middle school. When Doona agreed to relocate, she hoped Sochun had moved out of Busan, better yet, Korea. So their inevitable meeting was just as surprising to her as it was for him. As much as she resented Sochun, she always wondered what she had done to make him despise her. On arriving in Busan, Doona bumps into Chihun on the elevator. Sensitized by years of bullying plus a newfound fear of the opposite forces Doona to cringe and recoil when standing close to a man. She soon comes to trust Chihun, and likewise, he sees her as something more than just a nuisance. The two become close friends by healing one another's wounds. Doona finds out the details of Chihun's past relationship that caused him to lose interest in women and dating. Chihun learns more about Doona's convoluted past. All the while, Minji starts to realize that her grip and control on the men in her life is slipping and she decides to manipulate Doona so she can get what she wants. Doona might not be bright to her ploy, but with the help of her new friends, Doona can stand up for herself against yet another bully.

Setelah mengalami kegagalan di pernikahan pertama yang telah memberi nya seorang anak, membuat Nisa lebih berhati-hati dalam menjalani pernikahan keduanya dan berharap pernikahan ini adalah pernikahan terakhirnya. Namun kenyataan tak semudah harapan dan impiannya, memiliki mertua yang tak pernah menganggap dirinya sebagai menantu, merupakan beban berat bagi Nisa. Suami yang diharapkan sebagai pelindung baginya pun tak seperti yang diharapkan. Nisa yang berjuang demi menjaga keutuhan rumah tangganya pun merasa lelah dan menyerah, hingga memutuskan untuk berpisah. Walaupun dalam kondisi hamil dan belum diceraikan secara hukum, Nisa nekad pergi dengan membawa tekad untuk tidak akan menikah lagi. Dengan penuh kesabaran dan pengorbanan, ia berjuang dengan membuka usaha Restaurant dan bisnis online bersama sahabatnya. Nisa tetap bertahan demi membesarkan kedua buah hatinya, walau begitu berat untuk ia lalui. Dan sedikit demi sedikit dia berhasil membuktikan bahwa dia bukanlah wanita yang lemah. Namun di saat semua kepahitan dalam hidupnya dapat ia singkirkan dan lupakan. Tiba-tiba datang seseorang dari masa lalunya yang tiada lain adalah mantan suami pertamanya yang ternyata selama ini mencari keberadaan Nisa dan anaknya. Bagaimana kisah asmara mereka, dapatkah mereka bersatu sementara hingga saat ini Nisa belum diceraikan secara sah menurut negara. Mampukah Nisa meraih kebahagiaan seperti yang selama ini ia impikan? Simak terus lanjutan cerita kisah cinta segitiga ini. Dan mohon dukungan para pembaca agar penulis lebih semangat dalam menulis...

After my best friend, Penny Hallmark, found herself a wealthy man, she suddenly became a different person. I had done nothing more than glance at her husband, Martin Rembrandt, yet she slapped me hard across the face. “I treated you as my closest friend, but you dared seduce Martin right in front of me. He’s Chris’s brother! Have you no shame at all?” Her accusation brought tears to my eyes, but Penny resorted to locking me inside a reservoir. “What are you playing at anyway? Fine. Let me give you something to really cry about!” I nearly drowned, and she uploaded photos of me soaked to the skin, claiming online that I was behaving indecently. I became the target of cyberbullying, my boyfriend, Christopher Rembrandt, proposed a breakup, and in utter despair, I decided to end my life. Yet my best friend mocked me coldly. “Do you really think I don’t know your little tricks? You’re just pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, aren’t you? “That won’t do at all, Rose. Let me give you a hand!” She pulled out my breathing tube, and only when my life completely slipped away did she smile in satisfaction. “Good. Now I can enjoy both Chris and Martin’s affection.” When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into the body of Chris’s mother, who had just passed away. Given a second chance at life, I was determined to make Penny pay. After all, the man she loved most was nothing more than a hopeless mama’s boy.

I went through surgery at the hospital 99 times because of my boyfriend's fetish. He promised to marry me after the 100th round. I was filled with joy when the final procedure was finished. This was our 100th round of intimacy, and I wanted to give Chad Simmons an unforgettable night. I quietly pushed open the doors of our villa. I heard laughter coming from inside the house and my name being mentioned. It made me pause in my step. "You've got the most high-end social butterfly of the upper social circle wrapped around your little finger, Chad. She's really stupid enough to believe that you'll marry her. "Will she go mad when she finds out that she isn't your bride half a month from now? Will she get her old lovers to destroy your company?" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "She would never dare to do something like that. I have videos of her sleeping with 99 men. If she does anything to me, I'll post those videos online and make her famous." "You're incredible, Chad! She probably has no idea that she slept with a bunch of old men instead of you!" Everyone started heaping praises on how impressive Chad was. I was stunned. No wonder Chad fed me a glass of milk every time before we slept together. It was to keep me from resisting. I tore up my surgery report and turned to leave. Since I was not his bride, I would make his wishes come true and marry someone else.

Kael's lips were softer than she remembered and she felt a part of her she didn't know existed growl within her. That was her wolf. That bitch didn't make her presence known normally but chose to appear when Kael kissed her. And honestly, she was enjoying the kiss. She felt her legs grow weak and threaten to give away beneath her, so she held onto Kael's coat. It seemed to please him because he let out a satisfied hum and deepened the kiss. His hand weaved through her hair making her let out a moan. Soon her hands were around his neck and one was weaving this his hair. His lips were so soft. She felt like she was in heaven. She didn't want the kiss to stop. Not long after she came to that conclusion, Kael pulled out leaving a trail of saliva between their lips. She opened her eyes and was immediately sucked in by Kael's lust filled ones. * * * Seren Han was just another broke student eating instant noodles and mocking bad romance webnovels online—until a ridiculous accident killed her mid-rant. When she wakes up, it’s inside the very story she was criticizing. Worse, she’s not the heroine destined for love, but Seren Nightwind, the villainess omega fated for rejection and disgrace at the Mate Ceremony. And then comes the System. Quests. Penalties. Ridiculous missions like “Laugh at the heroine” and “Seduce the Alpha.” Every command pushes her closer to ruin, but refusing carries consequences she can’t ignore. Trapped between the Moon Goddess’s script and the System’s threats, Seren has only one question: How do you survive when the story itself wants you to lose?

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. Cover isn't mine, found online

On Valentine’s Day, I went skiing for fun. I never expected my younger sister, Fiona White, to get into an argument with our parents and run away. She came to find me. The hotel receptionist made her register as a guest despite sharing my room. I said, “She’s my sister. She ran away from home after an argument and did not bring her driver's license. She’s only staying one night. I’ll send her home tomorrow.” However, he looked at us menacingly. He gave Fiona a lewd wink and acted like he knew what was really going on. “Sure.” He smiled. “It’s Valentine’s Day, so I get it. No need to be shy.” Seeing how tired Fiona was, I took her upstairs without making a fuss. However, I found a post online later that night. [Some men are really so brazen. He brought a prostitute to the hotel and denied it when I called him out. He insisted that she’s his little sister. Does he think I can’t tell?] Some netizens questioned him and told him that maybe he was wrong in his assumption. [I’ve been in this field for more than a decade. I know what I saw! He didn’t dare to register her. That means he was afraid his wife might find out about his actions! I’ll go to their room and record just how loudly that woman moans. I’ll livestream it!] I was stunned. I thought it was just a coincidence. I clicked on the photo the receptionist had sneakily taken and froze. That was me! Did he think Fiona, who was lying on the couch, was a prostitute? But she was really my little sister!