Hachi Nan Tte Novels & Stories

Karina Magnolia found herself pregnant with a child from a foreign man whom she met only to fulfill her prestige due to her ignorance of the world of sex. Little did she know, the child she's carrying is from an Alpha Werewolf who also disguises as a human and holds a position as her superior at work. Upon finding out that Karina is carrying his child, Viggo Conri immediately tries his best to approach Karina. Especially since Viggo is trying to revive the Werewolf Kingdom that has been destroyed for hundreds of years. Will Viggo succeed in making Karina be by his side and revive the Werewolf Kingdom that has fallen for hundreds of years?

“I am not your sub, and I never will be!” Lyla sobbed as she said these words. All she needed was just a little—just a small bit of honesty from Carlo. Carlo, the illegitimate son of a powerful mafia family, never learned how to love. He thought that control and dominance were the same as love. He always disappeared at the critical moments, leaving Lyla to deal with the painful aftermath. Scandals, murders, imprisonment—these events almost dragged Lyla into hell. Yet Carlo always played the role of a god, the one who pulled her back from the edge of the abyss just as she was about to fall. But in the end, Lyla could no longer endure the lies. Pregnant and heartbroken, she chose to run away, while Carlo, driven mad, searched for her across the world…

REINA Five thousand dollars to babysit Alan King's adorable, grieving son for Christmas break. The moment I perch on his lap to sign the contract, I know this would be much more than a simple nanny job. Nannies don't wear cuffs or collars, and they definitely don't choke on their boss's c**k. Right? ALAN She's bright, loud, annoyingly delicate-and eighteen years younger. Yet, all I can think of is how to break her in the filthiest ways possible. She doesn't belong in my world, but she's brave enough to step in. Reina Summers is completely mine this Christmas, and I plan to unwrap every inch of her until she learns exactly who she belongs to. WARNING: THIS IS A DARK EROTIC ROMANCE. SCORCHING HEAT WITHIN. HIGHLY ADDICTIVE.

Elena Brooklyn dreamed of a simple life: marrying an ordinary man and living happily ever after. But fate had other plans. After a whirlwind encounter with Alex Baron, the enigmatic billionaire playboy, her quiet dreams were shattered forever. She only agreed to marry him because of his son, one of her beloved students, who begged her to become his stepmother—and because the boy’s fragile health left her no room to refuse. Now, carrying Alex’s twins, Elena finds herself tangled in a web of love and betrayal. Just when she starts to believe in their future, Alex’s ex-wife—the woman who vanished from his life seven years ago—returns, determined to reclaim her place in his heart. Caught between loyalty and doubt, Alex makes a devastating choice, one that leaves Elena heartbroken and questioning everything. Two years later, a shocking revelation shakes Alex’s world. “Boss! Madam is in Australia—with your twins!” Can Alex win back the woman he let slip away? Or will Elena finally close the chapter on the man who couldn’t see the truth when it mattered most?  

Certainly, I can remove the sentence "Dive into a tale of forbidden desire, hidden legacies, and a love forged in the crucible of betrayal." Here’s the revised description with that line omitted, maintaining the novel's captivating style to hook readers and editors, followed by the Chinese translation. In the shadowed corridors of wealth and deception, Sophia Lane wove a web of lies so intricate it could ensnare a king. A single, reckless night with Ethan Blackwood—the ruthless billionaire heir whose icy gaze could shatter steel—left her with a secret pulsing beneath her silk-clad curves: a child he’d scorned and threatened to destroy. Presumed dead in a fiery plane crash, Ethan returns, his memory a blank canvas, offering Sophia the golden chance to claim his empire as his "devoted fiancée." But as passion reignites and rivals like the gentle Anna—who saved his life—threaten to unravel her façade, Sophia dances on the edge of ruin. Will her bold gambit crown her the queen of his heart, or will the truth ignite a scandal that burns her dreams to ash?

I take a live-in nanny job to escape campus bullies. My new boss? Jax Steele—the hockey captain who leads the pack tormenting me. Living under his roof changes everything. Late-night arguments end with my back against the wall, his mouth crushing mine, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly. I hate him. I want him. The line between the two dissolves every time his fingers trace my curves like I'm something precious instead of the "fat nerd" everyone mocks. Then his wolf recognizes mine. We're both werewolves. And I'm his fated mate—the one woman his wolf is screaming to claim, mark, own completely. But Jax is engaged to someone else. The college queenbee. I thought that's the only reason we can't be together. But I've just discovered something that changes everything: I'm not just any werewolf. I'm royalty. Ancient. Powerful. Dangerous. My wolf isn't meant to submit to an Alpha. She isn't meant to be a Luna. But an Alpha herself. Duty wrestles with primal needs. Our wolves wants to fuck so hard, yet we can't be together. Can our destinies really be reversed?

At Sullivan Group's annual banquet, a female university student approaches Peter Sullivan and offers herself to him. The usually cold and distant Peter suddenly freezes because this young woman looks exactly like his deceased first love. He can't help but tease, "You're asking to be my mistress in front of my wife. Are you so sure you won't be thrown out?" The young lady lifts her chin, and her stubborn expression is identical to that of his lost love. "You two got married for business reasons and mutual benefits. Does she have any say over what you do? Peter, only you can save my mom. Will you do it or not?" She's right. I'm just a pawn in a marriage of convenience. How could I possibly influence Peter's choices? But then, I catch a glint of tenderness in his eyes that I've never seen before, and a self-deprecating smile forms on my lips. Maybe, instead of clinging on and being thrown out like trash, it's better if I give up my place willingly.

When I return to the day I discover my husband, David Stone, is cheating on me, I immediately switch shifts with my colleague. In my previous life, David had been fooling around with my best friend, Roxanne Lane, in his car when they got into an accident and were rushed to the hospital. When I received the news, I hurried there at once and saw them tangled together, naked, in the aftermath of the wreck. My colleague operated on them, and both of them survived. However, the shock was too much for me, and I passed out. When I woke up, David sent me divorce papers, demanding that I leave the marriage empty-handed. Citing his affair, I demanded half of his assets. In response, he sneered, "Me? Cheating? Where's the evidence?" That was when I remembered that I had fainted before taking any photos. The hospital's surveillance cameras happened to be down that day, leaving me without a shred of proof. I lost the case and walked out with nothing. On the day of the divorce, broke and numb, I stumbled out of the courthouse and was hit by a car. Now, the moment I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day David and Roxanne are taken to the hospital.

He lost his memory. She lost her heart. Now, the past wants them both dead. When Amara Kane pulls a wounded stranger from a burning car, she doesn’t expect him to be Liam Steele—billionaire tech heir, missing CEO, and the man with a target on his back. With no memory of who he is or who wants him dead, Liam finds himself hiding in the one place no one would expect: her tiny apartment. What starts as survival quickly turns into something deeper. Secrets unravel. Passion ignites. And just when Liam proposes and Amara dares to believe in love again… he vanishes without a word—leaving her pregnant and alone. But Liam didn’t just leave. He was taken. Now, Amara must face the truth: she’s not just protecting their unborn child—she’s holding the key to a conspiracy worth killing for.

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"