Her Plot Novels & Stories

"I don't know why you hate me so much. I just know that you are my first and last love. You are just mine. You are my craziness, my stubbornness. And you know only that person seems beautiful to us who we love. And to me, only and only you seem beautiful because you are my love and you are just mine. You only belong to Shah Mir Malik...." Shah Mir is the king of the mafia. He is known as a cruel, heartless, and arrogant man. His single death glare is enough to instil fear in the people around him. Aleezay is a feisty, proud, and egoistic girl, who is the daughter of the lord of the king. She doesn't give a fuck to what others say or made her do it. She is the worst pampered and spoiled daughter of her father. Ever since Shah Mir laid his eyes on Aleezay, he has been hell-bent on naming her to himself. But the haughty Aleezay isn't interested in him to accept him or his love. How things will accelerate between both when they are poles apart from each other? Join the spectacular voyage of Shah Mir and Aleezay to experience a boost of emotions that will make you grin in excitement and next moment pull out your hair in frustration.

"Strip!" Zavier commanded in his thick and husky voice which made a shiver ran down to Innara's spine. "Please don't Ari---" she tried to plead and felt tears burning her eyes but she chose to not to show her weakness to the cruel and emotionless man in front her but Zavier cut off her sentence in the middle. "Now I'll fuck you right against this door so your daughter can know what her momma is doing inside this room." Zavier whispered in her ear lowly bitting at her ear lobe making Innara to whimper in pain and fear. Zavier Garcia, the mafia boss of Mexican mafia is cold, rude and arrogant type of man. He is a man of strict principles. He likes to keep his things to himself because he doesn't have any person for whom he can get possessive and keep them to themselves not live he want someone. He likes to live alone and he is fine with that. Innara, is a less spoken, simple and elegant woman. She is a single mother has a cute and beautiful three years old daughter Aria. Her world revolves around Aria. She has no one in her life except Aria and her best friend Nitya. She doesn't know what's her true identity from where did she come from. She doesn't know who her family is. But what will happen when circumstances will force Innara to beg in front of Zavier to make her his play thing? Will she put her self respect at stake and feed to Zavier's arrogance?

For eighteen years, Xian'na has known only servitude and scorn within the Blue Moon Pack. An orphaned, wolfless maid, she endures the relentless bullying of her tormentor, Jerick, the pack's arrogant future Alpha. Her quiet existence shatters on her 18th birthday when she is hit with the unmistakable scent of a mating bond—to none other than Jerick himself. But his cruelty knows no bounds. Driven by pride and a dismissive judgment of her wolfless status and unknown origins, Jerick rejects her, leaving Xian'na broken and humiliated. Yet, in the depths of that pain, something awakens. The rejection is the catalyst that unleashes the truth of her bloodline: Xian'na is the long-lost daughter of Xi'an, the Alpha of all Alphas and the Queen of all. She is the sister to the most powerful Alphas in the world, and far from being wolfless, she harbors a hidden, powerful Alpha female and a fierce wolf spirit within. As her ancient power erupts, Xian'na transforms from a powerless maid into a force of nature. Now, she must embrace her true heritage and the powerful wolf she kept hidden, not just to survive, but to claim the reign that is rightfully hers. Jerick’s rejection was merely the beginning of her destiny.

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

Unfortunately, Carly’s father was executed for treason few days to her 21st birthday. Shattered and heartbroken she vowed to revenge on the people who had a hand in killing him. As if that was not enough, she was maltreated and starved. On one of the scariest day of her life, her wolf finally came and she was also lucky to meet her mate Derek, the most feared Alpha, rumored to have killed his former mate. And also, the one who ordered her father’s death. Would she be able to avenge her father's death since the king is her mate? Would her relationship with the Alpha king bring misfortune instead of happiness? What will become of her burning hate if she falls in love the Alpha king?

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.

Loki’s world shattered on the night meant to celebrate love. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she caught her husband in another woman’s arms. A woman who looked like a perfect version of her. But the betrayal didn’t end there. Cold. Unapologetic. Prepared. He handed her divorce papers he had already signed, along with a generous alimony. As if five years of love could be reduced to a transaction. Minutes later, she was dragged out by security, branded an imposter in the very life she built. That night, Loki died. And Rhiannon was born. Rising from humiliation and heartbreak, she rebuilt herself into something the world had never seen – powerful, feared, untouchable. No longer a woman who needed protection, but one who became the storm. Now, with a son to protect and a dangerous, mysterious man entering her life, Rhiannon is no longer running from the past. She’s coming back for it. And this time, her ex-husband won’t just regret losing her, he’ll regret ever crossing her.

Natalie Brooke asked me to cook dumplings for her stepfather, Michael Sawyer. When the dumplings were knocked over and burned Michael's hand, she assumed that I was being disrespectful to an elder. So, she ordered the bodyguards to put me into a large pot, saying she would boil me until I was cooked as punishment. "Since you burned Michael, I will make you pay the price!" The water in the pot grew hotter, causing my whole body to be scalded red. All I could breathe was the scorching steam. I desperately pounded on the lid, but it had long been locked. I screamed in despair as I clawed the edges with all my strength. Blood overflowed from the pot and dripped onto the ground, but no one cared. Just before I succumbed to death, I summoned the system and yelled, "I want to go back! I refuse to save Natalie. I don't care if she becomes a vegetable!"