Hajime No Gal Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Elara Vance had a passionate whirlwind romance with Julian Sterling, a man she didn't know was the heir to a global empire. When she discovered his true identity and heard his cold views on family and "accidents," she realized she couldn't tell him she was pregnant. She vanished without a trace, moving to a small town to raise her son, Leo, alone. Now, Elara’s son needs an expensive surgery, and her only choice is to return to the city and take a high-paying job as an executive assistant. On her first day, she walks into the office and comes face-to-face with her new boss: Julian Sterling. Julian is bitter and demanding, convinced Elara left him for money. He vows to make her life difficult as "revenge" for leaving him, but the old chemistry between them is still explosive. The secret shatters when Julian shows up at Elara’s apartment unannounced and sees Leo—a boy who is the spitting image of himself. Furious at the deception, Julian sues for custody, leading to a "fake engagement" or a forced marriage to keep the child’s legitimacy intact for the Sterling shareholders. Through the forced proximity of living together, Julian discovers the true reason Elara fled, and Elara realizes that Julian has changed. They must protect Leo from Julian's corporate rivals while learning to trust each other again.

After a devastating betrayal, Gal Rivera’s world spins out of control until Milo Anderson, her childhood friend and secret werewolf, steps in to pick up the pieces. But when a careless secret tears them apart, Milo ends up in a magical coma only Gal can break. In a race against time, Gal discovers she’s not just human and that her fate is entwined with a powerful pack, an ancient curse, and the boy she thought she knew. To save him, she must unlock her hidden past, face an eerie forest witch, and embrace the wolf within. Love was just the beginning. Now, the real fight begins.

Annette Zales became classmates with notable guys in Ngarap University. She's an amateur gal of Western City. Unexpectedly, she crossed path with the rich guy named Carx Gomes who never been interested of her but only hurts her feelings due to discovered secrecy from his parents' past relationship along with Zales' bloodline. Until, the spark started when jealousy became an aftermath throughout the guys that Carx had thought Annette's been dating with after resigning from him.

Catherine is not your ordinary student. She may be 19 but she's already a millionaire at her age. She was an adopted daughter by a multi - millionaire Japanese woman who has a son for an heir to her other organization. Though she may be a millionaire, she wanted to earn her own penny. She came home from a tiring job during winter. As her exhausted body resigns, she found herself falling to the floor. Upon opening her eyes, she notices the unknown sword that she never knew. The sword has opened a portal and she was sucked to the new world. An era older than her... An era she never know... As she uncovers the secrets of this era, she will be in line to the throne. A position she never dreamt she will be dealing. A twist of fate... She has to choose which world she prefers: In her world where it is peaceful living with Hajime and her dull boring life or the old era where she can have an unending adventure and a kingdom with her friends of the "past"? Catherine must face two worlds and meet people, she must decide which world she would want to stay. Catherine must face the present empress , Destiny and learn how to bout her choices. (Revisions, corrections on grammars and revelations ongoing)

She grew up knowing she was a homeless omega. She was beaten and mistreated by her pack but she never lost hope. She put her head down, hoping that one day her mate will take her away from everything bad in her life, and give her a better life. After being rejected once by her first mate, she lost hope. Only the moon goddess didn't forsake her. Will she take him back when he comes begging?

They are strangers yet they are not, they are enemy yet they are not, they are friends yet they are not, they are each other world yet they are not"!! Love or will surely happen when two same personalities will clash with each other in an Indian wedding, which is full of rituals and customs. Meet Vihaan Singh Rathore, the most eligible bachelor in the business world, the handsome who is full of himself, is rude, wants to control everything, boss of his home, but on the top of it, excessive drinker. Meet Shanaya Malhotra, beautiful, cute, intelligent and emerging fashion designer. She hates men who drink, are controlling in nature, but on top of it, she is revengeful and does not forgive those who hurt her. Destiny is going to play the game.

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?

My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness. The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word. I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?" I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out. But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again. Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside. My blood runs cold. Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.