Hector Rivera Coco Novels & Stories

|COMPLETED| "You're mine," His possessive words slowly pushed into my head causing me to shiver uncontrollably as his breath skimmed through the base of my neck. "I'll kill him." My heart stopped. Adriana Carter's life is a whirl wind as it continues to surprise her as time moves on. As the strong, beautiful werewolf is given away in marriage due to a huge family crisis, she can't help but make lemonade with the lemons life gave to her by falling in love with the supposed husband who is not her mate. Suddenly, an extremely handsome abomination awakens in the supernatural world, putting her life apart again. It's quite simple really. She is his and he is coming to take her back. WEREWOLF ROMANCE! Started: 15th of June 2020 Finished: 4th of February 2021 Status: Completed [60,000-80,000 words]

When her perfect marriage shatters overnight, a brilliant architect is left with nothing but betrayal—and a name dragged through the mud. Branded a liar, cast aside by the man who vowed to protect her, she disappears… and reinvents herself. Years later, she returns—sharper, colder, and far more dangerous. Now a fearless corporate whistleblower, she sets her sights on the powerful empire her ex-husband built, determined to tear it down piece by piece. Secrets will be exposed. Lies will burn. And this time, she’s the one in control. But as the truth begins to unravel, so do the walls around her heart. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes not everything was as it seemed… and revenge might cost her more than she ever intended. In a game of power, betrayal, and redemption—will she destroy him… or find her way back to love?

Though Micheal loved me deeply, When he was deceived by Ruby's lies,He lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong. He believed that I had killed his grandfather for the inheritance and that I had slept with other men and was pregnant with that man's child.So he cruelly subjected me to humiliation again and again. When he personally pushed me into the abyss, all the love turned to ashes—never to return in this lifetime...

"What are you?" His soft blue eyes leveled in on me I cowered back in fear. The question reeled me in, clasping my thoughts. What was I? Avara Dimitri flees her burnt-down orphanage home with her, not so related brother, Corey. Finding refuge in an abandoned home in the woods, Avara unknowingly disrespects a newly crowned and cold Alpha, Enzo West. The wage for her sin is death but he simply can't kill her and he finds out he lays his eyes on her. But surprisingly, that's not all there is to Avara. She deserves more than that. She is more than that.

As the Ruiz family's most notorious hitman, Romero Alvarez is well acquainted with the most depraved corners of New York's underworld. Upon receiving orders to serve as Scarlett Ruiz's personal guard, Romero knows it wouldn't be easy keeping the Ruiz's Princess alive, especially when the rival crime families set their sights on the young heiress. He has his eyes on her also… and seducing her was a pleasurable sin of his…. Until Romero realizes that his own desire might be the greatest threat to the Ruiz's family. …….. Determined to please her father and uphold the family's power over the underground of New York. Scarlett vows to strengthen the Ruiz name by any means necessary, even if it means selling her heart to the highest bidder.

I am one of the last of the merfolk, born with the ability to create Mermaid's Pearls. Pearls that can bring the dead back to life. After the werewolf, Kyle, saved me from human hunters, I would have done anything for him. He died nine times expanding his pack’s territory. Each time, my pearl brought him back. The ninth time, I was too weak to even stand. But the first thing he did when he woke up was pull a sexy omega she-wolf into his arms and flirt, "Baby, you smell incredible—not like Althea. Her scent does nothing for me." He glanced at my pale face, annoyed. "Go rest. Get ready for the next time. I'll need you again soon." The next time? He had no idea. There would be no next time. I only had nine pearls. And I'd just given him my last.

For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself. Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back. "It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife." They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years. Instead, I smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort. He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest. I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom. He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.” As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

You answer to no one but me, not even the words of the king should make you waver, only I should leave that much effect on you,”... On the day of her engagement party to the Alpha of her pack, Freyja found herself in a dilemma. In her hands is the blood of her mate’s mother. Even with no recollection of what happened she knows and believes strongly that she is innocent. Her mate who is the Alpha locks her up to be killed without judgment. Not until she was saved by a Rogue who instructed her to run South… Will Freyja run South? There she will be marked a Rogue or will she mistakenly Run Towards north? There her fate will be intertwined with Lycans