Homewrecker Novels & Stories

Despite the rapid beating of my heart, I forced myself to move closer, taking in the horrific sight of the crumpled hood and trunk of Marianne's car, the shattered windshield, side windows reduced to shards, and the twisted, broken axles that told of the force of the impact. My breath hitched as my eyes stung with tears, blurring my vision as I looked at the mangled front ends of the trucks—crushed cabins, smashed grills, and twisted door frames scattered like discarded toys. It was a grotesque, brutal display of destruction. The pain I felt was visceral, sharp, and unbearable, as though I had lost Aislinn once again, the wound ripping open anew. I fell to my knees, balling my fists, my whol

I put my bookbag on my back as I left the house getting into Mika's car. I dabbed a wet wipe on my busted lip, wincing from pain as it was slightly bleeding. "Good morning," I mumble to her moodily as I pull down the sun visor to continue cleaning my newly busted lip. "Hey," she says before glancing at me and sighing, "What happened?" She asks "He came home drunk and he threw the empty bottle at me," I tell her as she dabs the cut on my forehead as well

...Hunter POV... I was growing agitated. I didn't want to be here in the first place, but once I was informed that someone was stealing from me, I decided to deal with the issue personally. No one steals from the Reaper and gets away with it. I am one of the most feared men in the world. I was abandoned as a baby and was forced to fend for myself at an early age. I grew up in Soacha, Colombia. One of the most dangerous cities in the world. I came from nothing, and nothing was ever given to me. I always had to fight for what I wanted. I became ruthless as my compassion for others died out. My desire for power is what drove me to where I am today. I was a kid when I started working as a drug m

Stepping out into the private corridor was Victor Hawthorne’s personal security detail, their faces completely unreadable under their tactical gear. But it wasn't a corporate compliance brief they were carrying in their hands. The lead technician was manually entering a root-level liquidation sequence into the apartment's main breaker—accompanied by Rafe Morale, who was calmly chambering a round into the side of a sleek, black semi-automatic pistol.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Victor pointed straight at Sophie's face and started yelling, "You're her daughter, aren't ya? A mother's debt is the child's responsibility! Your mom borrowed $200,000 in high-interest loans from us to gamble. She can't pay it back, so you pay for her!" Sophie's face turned deathly pale. Her voice was no longer as loud as before. "Sir, sir, please listen to me. Today is very important for us. After today, we'll have money. My mom will definitely pay you back. Please believe me!" Her voice was quiet, but she underestimated how powerful the microphones carried by netizens could be. Every word was broadcast clearly. Even Daniel and I heard it. "Why should we believe you? Your mom has defaulted

"Other than investing, Mr. Hunter doesn't seem to understand technology at all, does he? The core algorithm has been running into problems repeatedly, and Silas was the one staying up all night to fix it every time. How are we supposed to trust the company's future to him?" "Ms. Lane, what exactly is Embark Science's core competitive edge? Which part of it wasn't built by Silas himself? We might be old, but do you think we're blind?" "Without Silas, this new version isn't good enough to go live at all!" After that, the board members got up and walked out one by one.

as he did to the women of the rest of the herds, he severely separated every companion and companion He made some of the women whores and some of them servants, and if he hates their companions, he puts them under torture until they die. My father was staring at my mother with fear, he is not afraid for himself.. but for her, we are his flock and his family They will separate..and the law says that whoever kills his wolf will die and thus..it will cause a vacuum and great collateral damage, leading to his suicide afterwards! Get me out of my stupor when I see the women of the herd with my mother kneeling under his feet

"How the hell is this possible?!" Gareth howled in despair. "That thing weighs hundreds of tons! How is it moving this fast?! Why is it faster than my Level 6 pickup?!" He had no way of knowing that Jake's motorhome ran on double power output from the Infinite Fuel mod, combined with the absolute traction the Indestructible mod granted its tires. "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!!" Suddenly, the radar alarm inside his cabin screamed to life. "Warning! Warning! "Warning! High-energy signature approaching!"

The fury on his face cracked, turning into confusion and then an existential crisis. “A… homewrecker?” he muttered the words to himself. The once untouchable future werewolf king, a pure-blood Alpha who had always stood above everyone, had just become a homewrecker? “That’s impossible…” His face turned deathly pale. “She said… she was single… She said she only loved me…” I fought down the urge to laugh hysterically. Carefully screwing the lid back onto the ointment, I delivered the finishing blow in a cautious tone.