How Win Your Wife Back Novels & Stories

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

In my previous life, I shoved the police chief’s daughter out of the way with everything I had. A truck ran over me instead, crushing both my legs. The police department awarded me a medal and I became a hero praised by the entire city. However, when she woke up, she pointed at me and told her father that I tried to kill her. My parents slapped me on the spot. “Why would you try to hurt her?!” My younger brother stood behind them and said quietly, “Henry… I saw you that day. You really did push her…” The driver who hit us claimed I had instructed him to run her down and said I was trying to stage an accident to murder her. I was sentenced to fifteen years. The day I entered prison, I was in a wheelchair. My mother held my brother’s hand and glanced back at me. Her eyes were filled with disgust. “How did we raise a monster like you?” In prison, a gang leader arranged by the police chief gouged out my eyes and slashed the tendons in my hands. I died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that same intersection. A large truck was barreling straight toward the police chief’s daughter. I slowly took a step back. This time, I was not going to save anyone.

The young and beautiful daughter of a hunter, Isabella Abegail Bannister was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and yet unlike other rich man's child, her life is more challenging than most. As the only descendant of her father, she has to become the head of their clan and that is to protect the human against wolves. The Northern region was at peace for a while ever since her family and the Alpha of the North signed an agreement of peace treaty. The wolves are not to enter the city, without permission from the head of the leader while the people in the City are forbidden to hunt the mountains that belong to the Vernice. The signed agreement was respected and maintained until the heirs took over. As Alpha Zero passes his leadership to his son Charles, Isabella becomes the head of the Bannister hunters. What would happen to peace and the promise of co-existence? When both of them have their grudge against each other. But faith will turn the tables around after Alpha Charles falls into the charm of a beautiful female hunter named Isabella. And Isabella needle his help in her fight against the other pack of wolves. That she wouldn't mind seducing him to get back at her enemies.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

Everything came crashing as she finally returned. Despite being married to Amelia for three years, his heart still wanted her, Jenny Cole. Alex Hall threatens Amelia with a divorce, unaware that she's with his child. Amelia only wanted to be loved by her dear husband. She realizes he knows how to treat a woman right, but that woman is not her. Jenny Cole, her half sister, is on a mission to destroy everything Amelia has, her relationship, her family, and her reputation. She finally agrees to get a divorce after being accused wrongly, insulted, humiliated, and lost every precious thing she had. Just when she agrees to get a divorce, he changes his mind… What is he really up to now?

They threw her off a bridge. The husband that she was willing to burn the world for was the same person who thought it wise to murder her. With Arya dead, Edgar frolicked with his mistress in public, assured that he had succeeded in life. But when his dead wife showed up at his wedding a year after he killed her, he knew his good days were over. With faked amnesia, Arya was ready to turn their lives upside down. She tormented them from the shadows, acted all innocent in their presence. She was no longer the naïve woman who let people take advantage of her. She was back, stronger. But there was Lucien, a former fiancé who would walk through fire for her. He wanted to be her revenge tool. He wanted to claim her and never lose her like he did in the past.

The Luna of the Silver Moon Pack is personally chosen by the Alpha. By tradition, candidates enter the Pack House for the annual Luna Trials, where the Alpha selects a winning dish. This was my ninth time participating. Alpha Fred chose Sophia’s undercooked venison again. The Elders glanced at my roast and told me to leave. I grabbed my bag and walked out. When I got home, my mother looked at me cautiously. "Chloe, did Alpha Fred choose you this time?" I stared at her teary eyes and the cold dinner. I had missed her birthday for nine consecutive years for these trials. Fred had sworn he loved me, an Omega. But ever since his ex, Sophia, returned, he chose her every time to protect her pride. Sophia had now been selected three times in a row. To the Pack, she was already the true Luna. And I no longer wanted to betray my mother for this unrequited love.

Second chance, Betrayal, Revenge and Age Gap. 23 year old Valeria Poland is fresh out of college and optimistic about her life outside the school walls. However, the night of her graduation, the rose coloured lens she uses to view the world are destroyed when she arrives home in a drunken stupor to find her parents murdered in cold blood. Just like that, an animalistic side that she has occasionally seen but forced back appears, and she unleashes her despair and pain by letting out a loud howl. That's when she realises she's a werewolf. Her mind still reeling with varying emotions of shock, anguish and anger, Valeria is led by her wolf (Kala) to her dad's study, where she finds various documents, some stained with blood. After thorough study, she discovers the people she's been calling her parents are not her biological parents, and that her real parents- obviously werewolves- are also dead. Her quest for more knowledge about it all and her wish to get revenge for her adopted parents cause her to stalk someone that is repeatedly mentioned in most of the documents; a 31 year old man named Garrett Holmes. Garrett is depicted as a ruthless man in the documents, with a history of deception, violence and a thirst for blood. Despite all this, he is said to own a multi-million dollar company in the heart of the city, with branches worldwide. Coincidentally, Valeria's recently completed course of study is in his line of work. Valeria decides to find a job in the company and charm her way up the position ladder till she can find a way to get more information on him.

I've been with Hansen Fullerton for seven years. One day, he tells me he's sick of me and dumps me for a younger, more vivacious woman. I don't kick up a fuss this time. Instead, I throw away my ring and cut up the wedding gown I've just bought. Then, I take a red-eye flight away from Gold City. His friends place bets on how long it'll take for me to return and beg for reconciliation. Hansen sneers. "She'll be back in less than three days, crying and begging me to take her back." However, more than three days pass without any news from me. Hansen loses his cool and calls me for the first time. "You'd better come back once you've had enough of this, Christine." All he hears is a man's low chuckle on the other end of the line. "You shouldn't have taken this long to pacify a woman, Mr. Fullerton. Look at how someone's already taken her away from you." Hansen snarls, "Tell Christine to answer the phone!" Landon Shore lowers his head to kiss me. "She can't—she's still out of it. I have to kiss her awake first."

On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”