How To Make A Voodoo Doll Novels & Stories

When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door. Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.” She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion. The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again. All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister. Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her. I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.

My boss had a new boyfriend called Eugene Larson. The first day he came to the office, he put on a great show of exerting his dominance. He deleted my number from my boss's phone right in front of me. Eugene waved his phone in front of me while playing innocently. "You can talk to me about anything you need to communicate to Tina, Mr. Sanders. I'll help you pass the message to her. I don't have much sense of security, so please don't mind this. It's to avoid any misunderstanding between us." I was hoping my boss, Tina Kayden, would be able to say something fair on my behalf, but all she did was stare at Eugene approvingly and adoringly throughout the conversation. She turned to me and said, "This is a pretty good plan, Mr. Sanders. Do take good care of Eugene from now on." As there was no way for me to reject her, I was forced to add Eugene's contact to my phone. However, the moment he had my number, he flooded my phone with messages. [Mr. Sanders, is the client you're meeting tomorrow with the surname Charleston a man or a woman?] [Where are you having the meeting tomorrow? Wear something casual tomorrow. It would be best if you avoid washing your face and hair. Otherwise, I would think you're trying to seduce my wife.] [I believe your relationship with Tina is innocent. You're not allowed to betray me because I'm treating you like my buddy!] [By the way, you have an extra duty from now on. You need to remind Tina every 30 minutes to send me a message telling me that she loves me.] As I read these ridiculous messages, I laughed in anger. I put my phone on silent mode and flung it to the side before going to bed. The next morning, I woke up to dozens of missed calls on my phone.

“If I can make you scream, Daddy… you’ll apologize for killing my men.” I smirked. I take three men at once and still walk away starving. Then he slammed me over the pool table, tore my panties, and buried every bare inch of his cock. One thrust. “Daddy!” He fucked me until I squirted down his balls and forgot my own name. That man? My father-in-law. Alpha Knox. I'm married to the son, but wet for the father. Now I'm his daughter-in-law by day. By night I'm on my knees for this enemy Alpha, begging for the brutal pleasure no other wolf can give me. He's the ruthless Alpha I'm supposed to kill. I'm the warrior bride sent to destroy him. Instead I'm on my knees every night, mouth full with his cum, pussy dripping, addicted to the forbidden cock that owns me. How much longer can I lie with my husband in the next room... while I'm busy getting ruined by his father?

My best friend called me sobbing at two in the morning, saying she owed three hundred thousand dollars in online loans and was begging me to save her life. I told her I'd help cover half. She grabbed my phone and transferred all three hundred thousand. "It's just money—why are you being so stingy? You make six figures. Helping me out shouldn't be a big deal." I swallowed it. A month later, she posted Maldives vacation photos on Instagram. When I asked when she planned to pay me back, she replied—right there in the comments, where every mutual friend could see— "God, stop nagging. Maybe spend that energy making more money instead, you cheapskate. So annoying." I screenshotted everything. Then I opened the civil complaint I'd already drafted. This kind of best friend? We could catch up in court.

Celine Westwood is secretly a professional matchmaker among women who are the elites of high society. When Celine takes on a difficult client that is in love with Celine's arch-nemesis Lucian Donatello, she does not expect the wild ride that would come when she tries to keep her successful career a secret. Multimillionaire business tycoon Lucian Donatello enjoys his Casanova life more than the idea of commitment. So, when he uncovers what Celine does for a living and what her current mission was, he makes the plans she has, turn in his favor.

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

At the New Year’s team-building event, the intern, Lilith Woods, did not obtain my approval and changed our suburban trip to a seven-day tour of Baline. “Mr. Lucian Stone, I hear a change of scenery can really spice things up. Don’t lock up tonight. I’ll come by for a deep dive into our collaboration.” She pretended to be drunk and fell into my arms while slipping the room key into my pocket in the process. To avoid suspicion, I did not return to the hotel. However, in the middle of the night, the police called me in for questioning—someone had reported a dine-and-dash. Only then did I realize that the reserved budget of $100,000 for the accommodation had long since been exceeded. Lilith had upgraded their room to a presidential suite, feasted on high-end seafood buffets, and even used company funds to buy luxury handbags! When I showed up at their private room, the interns were still casually taking king crabs and several unopened bottles of the Macallan Whisky with them. “Mr. Stone, you’re just in time. Could you please settle the bill?” Lilith looked utterly righteous as she said this with a grin. “Young people like us make mistakes, while adults help to pay the price. You’re not exactly short on cash, anyway. Just think of it as buying my happiness.” I stared at the $700,000 bill and paid it in silence. The next day, the payment invoices made their grand entrance in the group chat, accompanied by my pinned message. [Upon financial review, this team-building event does not meet reimbursement criteria. All expenses will be shared equally among the seven participants.] [Each person will need to pay $100,000, payable immediately. If payment needs to be deferred, please print the proof and submit it to the President’s Office.]

Arya stealthily walks towards her boyfriend’s room in the middle of her room with a cake in her hand – it’s his birthday, and she wants to make sure she is the first person to wish him a happy birthday. Arya, believing her presence is going to be the only surprise, is met with a bigger shock when she finds her boyfriend in bed with not just any other woman, but her stepsister. When Arya’s family gives her the ultimate betrayal by being on the side of her stepsister and arranging a quick marriage with the son of a bankrupt businessman for their selfish benefit, she is left with nothing but the broken pieces of her heart to mend, she is let in on a secret being kept by her husband, and things start to fall into place. When her family turns around and tries to convince her to do their bidding, Arya makes sure to exact her revenge on every one of them. But her family is not one to give up on what they want, and they will do anything to get Arya’s husband on their side – including putting Arya’s life on the line.

Zane is a werewolf and his planet was destroyed by vampires. His mother sent him to Earth, the planet of humans, just before their planet was destroyed. Zane was a young werewolf and he didn't know how to survive on his own, in a planet of humans, but then, he found an orphanage and his life changes

He took everything. Now she'll take him—for 21 unforgettable nights. Three years ago, billionaire Damien Cross seduced Aria Kane, stole her family's business secrets, and destroyed everything she loved. Her father's company collapsed. Her world shattered. She was left with nothing but rage and a burning need for vengeance. Now, Aria has inherited her grandfather's billion-dollar empire—and she's more powerful than Damien ever imagined. His own company is crumbling, his enemies are circling, and she holds the evidence that could bury him forever. Her offer is simple and sinful: Give her 21 nights. Submit completely to her every demand. Let her strip away his control, his pride, his defenses. Do whatever she commands. In exchange? She'll save his dynasty. Each night pushes new boundaries. Each encounter blurs the line between punishment and pleasure. He's supposed to grovel. She's supposed to feel nothing. But feelings don't follow the rules of revenge. As corporate warfare explodes around them and dangerous enemies emerge from the shadows, Aria and Damien must face an impossible question: Can love survive when it's built on lies, power games, and 21 nights of payback? Some lines should never be crossed. But oh, crossing them feels so good.