How The Tables Have Turned Novels & Stories

Meghan Adams is a woman with a past. She swears she will never let another man keep her as an investment Until she crosses paths with the business mogul, Neon Petrov, the CEO of Petrov Ltd.  Neon Petrov is mesmerized by the new striper at Dancing Angels. One look at Meghan's dancing curves, has him making a vow to himself. His cool demure crumbles and he finds himself fumbling for words as he offers ridiculous proposals in a shady burger joint. 

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

Someone has left a message in the parents' group chat. "Whose child is this? The teacher has given her a really brutal beating!" When I tap on the video, I realize that my daughter, Hazel York, is the one getting beaten up by her teacher with a metal rod. Enraged, I rush to the school immediately. That teacher, Elise White, still has the gall to act all arrogant at the school gate. "So what if I'm the one beating her up? That filthy bitch has the guts to tell me that the gift my husband has given me is the gift meant for her mistress mom! "My gift is the one and only item that exists in this world! No amount of money can buy this gift!" As Elise speaks, she reveals a decoration made of building blocks smugly. My company's logo is printed on it. But this is the birthday gift I've given to Hazel! I call my secretary on the spot. "Freeze all of Chester's bank cards and deliver the divorce agreement to him. How dare that live-in son-in-law find himself a mistress! It seems that he truly has a death wish!"

After a month-long business trip, I finished my work early and drove home through the night. I was eager to surprise my husband and son. However, I heard suggestive noises drifting from the master bedroom the moment I stepped inside my home. I was fuming. I stormed toward the door and was ready to catch them in the act. However, when I threw the door open, all I saw were two mini pigs on the bed. Their lower bodies were inextricably locked together. I moved closer to inspect this absurdity, but my son stopped me. “Mom, don’t go near them. I brought those pigs back. They’re covered in parasites.” I sighed in relief. I was about to laugh at my own paranoia when a glowing text suddenly flickered across my vision like a livestream comment. [That was close! Lily almost caught them. Luckily, David was smart enough to turn Sarah and himself into mini pigs!] [Toby is such a good boy. Lily won’t suspect a thing with him covering for them.] [Once David gets his hands on Lily’s million-dollar inheritance, he’ll divorce her and marry Sarah! Toby will love his new mom!] That was how I realized the pigs were my husband and his mistress. My own son was fully aware of the truth. Yet he was helping them lie to me. My anger turned into a laugh as I watched the two pigs continue their grotesque display. I pulled out my phone and called the hotel. “I have two mini pigs here. I want them spit-roasted!”

Emily wakes up one morning, trapped inside a Wattpad book she had read the previous night. She receives a message from the author informing her that it is her curse to relive everything in the story as one of the side characters because she criticized the book. Emily has to survive the story and put up with all the nonsense of the main character. The original book is a typical blueprint Wattpad werewolf story. Emily is thrown into this world as the main character's best friend, Catherine/Kate. There are many challenges and new changes to the story that makes thing significantly more difficult for Kate. Discover this world alongside Kate and see things from a different perspective. TW: Mentions of Abuse If you are a big fan of the typical "the unassuming girl is the mate of the alpha and so everything in the book resolves around that" book, this book is not for you. This is more centered around the best friend who is forgotten during the book because the main character forgets about her best friend due to her infatuation with the alpha boy.

One night stand was fun and all casual for Beverly. Until she did it with the man she was informed as her stepbrother the next day. She's in a total doom, that's for sure, as she found herself slowly succumbing into their heated temptations, completely being caught in the arms of Atlas Cameron. However, things began to complicate when she discovered how their sexcapades resulted into a little life in her womb. By then, she only got one best option; to keep it hidden from everyone but most especially—from its father.

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

[Book 2] Also includes bonus chapters MATURE 18+ Marcus is finally coming to terms with what has happened and is doing okay. But what will happen when an old friend calls and says he is in the hospital with a stab wound? Will Marcus be able to stay strong this time around? Or will he be broken? WARNING This story includes some very mature themes including sexual assault so please read at your own risk! This book is also a sequel so read The Rebel has Feelings Too before this one!

Ares hold tightened around my neck just enough to make me let out a moan "You're mine, mine to use, mine to control and mine to ruin" he said as he breathed down my neck while thrusting into me. I didn't mind being ruined anymore as long as it was him doing it. ------- Aliana only wanted to save her mother, but one choice pulls her into a world of power, shadows, and dangerous people . A man feared by many offers her protection, yet with every secret revealed and every bond formed, the line between safety and destruction blurs. In a world built on betrayal and obsession, she learns that some alliances don’t just change your life, they cost you everything.

Suzy was the only normal person in our family. While our father drank himself into oblivion, our mother gambled away everything, and I descended into mental illness, she sacrificed everything to pay our debts and keep us alive. She even found the best doctors to treat me. We all carried a lifetime of guilt for dragging her down. Then she became engaged to the heir of the most powerful family in the country. Only after I died in a psychiatric hospital did I uncover the horrifying truth. Suzy had been chosen by a system. My father's alcoholism, my mother's gambling addiction, and even my mental illness were never accidents. They had been carefully engineered to create the perfect tragic backstory for her, shaping her into the resilient, selfless heroine. We were nothing more than disposable tools in her mission, used until we had served our purpose and then discarded.