Hat Fic Novels & Stories

Every 50 years on the night of 13th March in the town Stella rock , people who pour out their heart to the moon is given one of their many desires. The only problem with this is that the wisher needs to be very specific, if not their own desire will become their nightmare. Just like many other people from the past , a lonely teenage girl accidentally makes a wish that could change her life forever.

The night before her wedding, Sloane Merritt catches her fiancé in bed with another woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, she walks away from the future she thought she wanted only to collide with billionaire CEO Caden Ashford, a man who has just been betrayed by the very same woman. With her grandfather's final wish hanging in the balance and Caden needing a wife for reasons of his own, they make a deal: one year of marriage. No love. No expectations. No strings attached. It should have been simple. But the cold, untouchable billionaire starts showing up whenever Sloane needs him. He notices things no one else does. Protects her when she doesn't ask. And looks at her like she's the only woman in the room. The more their fake marriage begins to feel real, the harder it becomes to remember where the boundaries are supposed to be. Then the woman who betrayed them both comes back, determined to destroy everything they've built. She agreed to be his wife for one year. Nobody warned her that Caden Ashford would become obsessed with keeping her.

After seven years of marriage, my wife told me she would no longer share a bed with me. She said she was frigid. Once, after getting drunk, she ended up crossing that line with me. When she sobered up and realized what had happened, she locked herself in the bathroom and scrubbed herself clean for three days, sick with disgust the entire time. Later, she came back and demanded that I get a vasectomy if I wanted our dead bedroom to come back to life. I agreed, but I never went through with it. When her belly eventually began to show, the woman who had once worshiped the DINK lifestyle suddenly started looking forward to the arrival of that child. I told her I lied about the vasectomy. She said nothing about it, but for two weeks after that, I was beaten up, stripped and thrown at the company's entrance, kidnapped and strapped to a roulette while perverts enjoyed the show like I was a monkey. … By the time I escaped from the hospital, I was already barely holding on. Then I saw her lying in the arms of her old classmate, calmly ending the pregnancy. "I can't believe that bastard lied about the vasectomy," she said. "Just the thought that the baby might be his makes me sick. I'd rather not take the risk." That was the last straw. If she truly believed her body was nothing more than a graveyard, then I would make sure she got exactly what she wished for.

The year Felix Gibson and I were most in love, we got married. After the wedding, I quit my job and devoted all my attention to him. But he thought I was too clingy and started seeing one woman after another on the side. I did not care because I knew they were just flings. That was, until he kept standing up for one of them repeatedly. When I confronted him, he casually said, "Lexie, she reminds me so much of how you used to be." I filed for divorce and moved abroad to focus on my career. Forget about being anyone’s second choice. I was determined to stand out on my own. Later, Felix came back, begging on his knees for me to take him back.

Noong unang beses na nakita ni Euphie ang lalaki, naisip niya: Love at first sight ba iyon? O isang nakatalagang soul mate? Pag-uwi niya, nakita niya ang isang lumang larawan ng isang matangkad at guwapong lalaki. Naglakbay siya pabalik sa panahon sa larawan, nakilala ang lalaking iyon, at natagpuan ang sagot sa tanong na iyon. Inisip niya ang lahat, ang kanyang kasintahan.

Someone had sprinkled some corrosive acid powder all over my wedding dress, the one worth over a hundred million. The moment I put it on, my flesh began to burn and dissolve. Blood and yellowish fluid pooled around me as a result. When I tried to call for an ambulance, someone’s mother held me down. She smiled cruelly and said, “You dare steal my daughter’s wedding dress? Go to hell!” However, my husband had ordered the dress from a top designer. It was one of a kind! I struggled with all my strength and shouted at her, “Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?!” Her daughter, Yelena Stone, then grabbed a knife and stabbed me hard in my pregnant belly. She sneered and said, “You stole my man, but you have the audacity to yell at me? Fine. I’ll just spend a little more to end your worthless life.” My worthless life? I laughed. My hands were stained with blood as I called my brother, Hunter Sinclair, an elite in Jinvell’s social circles. “Hunter! Someone’s trying to kill me! And tell Jacob to get here now!”

Imagine being destined to die from the moment one was born. In a world where some werewolves were born to lead and others were born to serve, Lira was born as something far worse. She was an Atoner wolf, a rare kind destined to be sacrificed whenever the pack’s ancient curse threatened their survival. Hated, avoided, and treated like a walking misfortune, Lira grew up believing she would die alone. She never made friends, never dreamed of a future, and certainly never expected to find a mate. The day Lyra meets Alpha Ronan, the powerful leader of their pack, the mate bond snaps between them. The Alpha meant to protect the pack is suddenly bound to the woman meant to die for it. As the curse worsens and wolves begin dying, the pack slowly turns against them. When the elders demand Lira be killed, Ronan must make an impossible choice. Will Alpha Ronan sacrifice his mate to save his pack or sacrifice his pack to save the woman he loves?

I’m Kayla Turi, the unlucky reader who stumbled into a story and ended up wearing the life of Helena. She’s the kind of female lead who gave up her comfort for her first love, Oscar. But her world wasn’t the fairy tale she thought. His family despised her, and Helena’s story ended with her dying while carrying his child. Now I’m stuck in her shoes, and the only way home is to change her fate. The first move I’ve chosen it’s reckless. I have to kiss Julian Joja, the man who once loved her but now despises her.

I was the kind of girl everyone called hopelessly lovestruck. That day was no different from any other. I clung to my boyfriend’s arm, leaned in close, and shamelessly asked for a kiss like I always did. However, right before my lips touched his, a line of glowing comments drifted across my vision. They floated in the air like a livestream chat. [Can this side character wake up already? Can she not see the male lead avoided her the entire time? He hated clingy relationships like this.] [The kind of person who really suits him is the female lead. Someone gentle, patient, and understanding.] [Once the real female lead shows up, this annoying clingy girlfriend is definitely getting dumped.] My body froze. I slowly loosened my arms from around his neck. In the next second, he suddenly looked up at me. “Why’d you stop?”

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room. Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up. "The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you." Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.' His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me. I bought it. Waited two years. Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny. Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga. And yeah, I believed him. Again. Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy. I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.' Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate. Didn't even get to tell him. They locked me up. Cold room. I curled up, shaking, barely breathing. When the door creaked open, I knew— I was done. Done waiting. Done begging. I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.