Hachi Nan Tte Novels & Stories

He walked away from her without a word… and never knew he left behind a piece of himself. Five years ago, Seraphina loved Kael with everything she had—until he disappeared from her life like she meant nothing. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Picking up the shattered pieces of her heart, she built a new life from nothing… and protected the secret he was never meant to find. Their child. Now he’s back—richer, colder, and more powerful than ever. A billionaire who gets what he wants. And this time, what he wants… is answers. But nothing prepares him for the moment he sees the little boy with her eyes—and his face. Betrayal ignites. Regret cuts deep. And the past they both tried to bury comes crashing back with dangerous intensity. He demands his place in the child’s life. She refuses to let him rewrite history. Yet the more they fight, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth neither of them escaped— They were never over. As secrets unravel and old enemies begin to circle, the fragile world she built starts to crack. Because loving him once nearly destroyed her… and trusting him again could cost her everything. But when the truth about why he really left finally comes to light— will she run from him again… or realize that the man who broke her heart never truly let her go? Because this time, he isn’t just back for answers. He’s back to claim what’s his.

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

Twenty seven year old trust fund baby Sawyer Driscoll has way too much time on her hands, and even she knows it. Emotionally scarred with crippling abandonment issues, she finds solace in whimsical Kate Lovelace's comforting presence– the breathtaking lifeguard two years her junior who heroically rescued her from nearly drowning while drunk at Naples beach. At around the same time, she becomes drawn to mysterious Blythe Collier– an aspiring Conductor in her early thirties dead set on fulfilling her longtime dream of working with world renowned Orchestras. After meeting at a local Lesbian nightclub roughly three weeks later, the two hit it off immediately with their mutual love for body shots and the fine art of instrumental music. Her only issue? She's already heavily involved with Kate. The solution to crafty Sawyer's dilemma is simple; Date them both. What could go wrong? Assuming they don't catch on to the idea that their charming girlfriend wants to have her cake and eat it too, that is. Two's company, three's a crowd; Everyone says so, right? ...But does it have to be? *Disclaimer* - Strong sexual content, difficult mental health topics, and discussions of death, self harm, and suicide. 18+, please 2020 All Rights Reserved (you know how it goes)

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

The world humans once knew was now taken over by creatures who had fought and won control over it… The werewolves… Humans became slaves to their wrath, puppets to command and control, and sadly Marlie Barlowe was one of them. She hated werewolves with every bone that made up her body, just the thought of them disgusted her, so could you imagine the thought of actually breeding for them? She detested it, it repulsed her in more ways than just one. She preferred death than to give birth to one of them. But that night when she was tied naked against the unpainted concrete walls, she could do nothing but take what was dished out to her. She had fought back, cried and begged, but the man whose hand had ran along almost every crevice of her body had absolutely no heart. She could see the cruelty, the coldness in his eyes…her tears, the helpless little fight she put up; it was all appealing to him. And that made Marlie fear him. _ ~WARNING~ DARK THEMED ROMANCE~ READ WITH CAUTION~

My best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met. Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere. She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time. But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me. Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him. I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent. I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver of the letter wasn't me. [My dearest Sofia…] I quickly scanned downward to the final lines of the letter. [If I don't make it back alive, everything in the Swissie accounts goes to you. As for Vittoria, she's a good woman, but I have never loved her.] With trembling hands, I tore open the rest of the letters like a hysterical woman. Three hundred of them in total. Every single one was addressed to Sofia Finzi. Sofia was not a stranger. She was my best friend.

WARNING: SSPG | R- 🔞 Marimar Oquendo crosses paths with the hot son of a deceased famous actress, who appears to be suffering from a mental illness but understands her pain and desires. She works as his personal nanny, babysits him, and gradually falls for him. She then realizes that he is far more dangerous than she believed, especially since he has suddenly returned to his genuine and normal personality. He was totally out of her league when she discover that he was Lev Dmitri Romanov, the Romanov Mafia's grim reaper—a murderer and mafia billionaire. What will happen to her after she runaway from the man while being pregnant of their child? Will she be able to forget that she had once been the Mafia's nanny?

A gray sky, full of clouds warning of an approaching storm. This is how Allie's world is perfectly described. A girl whose vision of life is pessimistic and full of darkness, where not even the slightest ray of light enters through her window thanks to her illness. But there is Rie, the boy who, despite the circumstances, remains optimistic and radiant, who will be the ray of light that Allie needs so much in her life. However, Rie hides his true origins from her, he comes from a rich family, but he does it out of fear that Allie will see him differently, so he pretends to be a middle class person, and tries to keep his secret hidden for a long time. But as they say, the truth... sooner or later it will come out. Will Allie be brave enough to dare to see beyond her gray world? Will Rie tell Allie the truth or will she hide it forever? Will Allie be able to forgive Rie?

VOWS WRITTEN IN SILENCE He never signed the divorce papers. She never stopped dreaming about the night he destroyed her. Raiyan Al Mansoor built an empire, raised their daughter alone, and practiced hating Zoya Al Fayez every morning for eight hundred days. Zoya became the most feared barrister in the country, raised their other daughter alone, and never told anyone his name still lived in her chest like something that refused to heal. They were separated by lies neither of them knew were lies. By forgeries. By silence. By seven words he said that he cannot take back. Now she is prosecuting his family. Now they are in the same city. The same courtroom. The same war. And everything they buried is about to surface. Including the children. Including the truth. Including the fact that you cannot hate someone this specifically unless you never stopped loving them.

Amelia Prescott needs a paycheck, not a death wish. But when a desperate nanny agency drops her into a snowbound mansion with a brooding Russian mobster and his unnervingly silent daughter, she discovers that danger wears expensive suits—and keeps juice boxes in the pantry. Dmitri Volkov doesn’t trust strangers. Especially not ones who talk too much, smile too easily, and make his daughter laugh for the first time in a year. But the storm outside isn’t the only threat coming, and protecting what’s his might mean letting someone in—for the first time since he lost everything. A glitter bomb romance where chaos meets control—and hearts learn how to speak again.