I Am Method Novels & Stories

Aira Valerius, the poised and dutiful daughter of the Beta of Crescent Wane Pack, was raised to be Luna. Engaged since childhood to Rico, the Alpha’s son, her fate had always been bound to his whims his arrogance, and his indifference. And out of loyalty to her family, who owed everything to the Alpha’s bloodline, she swallowed her pride and wore the mask of the perfect mate.Until her wedding day.When Aira caught Rico in bed with her adopted sister, she walked away from the altar with fire in her veins but she never made it out alive. Betrayed. Silenced. Killed.Only… fate had other plans.Aira wakes up alive, in the past, in her bridal suite once more, memories of her death seared into her soul. And this time, she refuses to be anyone’s puppet.Still in her wedding gown, she flees, stepping into the unknown with one vow: never again.Then she meets him.Alexander Thorne, the mysterious man in the back of the sleek black car, with eyes like winter storms and a name that shakes the werewolf realm—The Alpha King.Desperate and cornered, Aira blurts out the impossible: “Marry me.”And to her shock… he says yes.But Aira is no longer just the Beta’s daughter, and Alexander is far more than a stranger. In his arms, she finds safety. In his palace, danger. Because the Alpha King has secrets of his own and a possessive streak that won’t let his new Luna walk away.Not now.Not ever.

After finally quiting her horrible job as an assistant to a magazin company, Princi Jona got her dream job as a high manager in a large company called the Davis Company. But unlucky her, she ended up getting stuck in the elevator on her first day with a sea blue eyed stranger. After deciding to pass the time though games and getting to know eachother, princi ended up striking the stranger at the back of his hand until he called the game quits. After they went their separate aways, Princi made it in time for her first meeting only to realize that the stranger she had slapped continously was non other than Shawn Davis...her new boss. Let the game of hide and seek begin...

Idunnuoluwa Gregory is a 24-year-old orphan, CEO of I.D.G fashion house, and CEO of her late parent's company. Stacey Obong is her best friend and the only person she considers family. Michael Leonard is a 26-year-old handsome young man. He deals in the buying and selling of automobile spare parts. Raphael is his best friend. Michael and idunnu eventually fall in love. However, there's something between Stacey and Michael that Idunnu knows nothing about. Likewise, Raphael is hiding something. What is going to happen? What is Raphael hiding? What will happen when Stacey and Micheal finally meet? How will Idunnu and Stacey end up? What will cause a strain in the long-time friendship of Michael and Raphael? This is a must read

Alizah Iris, a jolly-natured girl, just as her name suggests. She has always been enlivened and filled with bright colors. Her ambitions were as simple, to give her father a good life who was indebted in the weightage of huge loans. But one could not blame his father for it, every money he owed to people was well invested by him in Alizah's education. She was one determined girl but her academics were as poor as her financial status. When every teenager of her age was having a perfect teenage life with dates, parties, and high school, she was busy living a dual life when she enters 'Avalon High School'. She had a part-time job to attend and so tells the reason for her poor academic, she could barely give time to studying after dealing with 2-3 jobs per day. Avalon High wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the elite class students who belonged to rich families. Well, Alizah was given admission under scholarship by her god guardians, Mr. and Mrs. Bradford, who owned a well-known company in London. They were one of the creditors of Alizah's father. They were kind people who believed in charity. Everything goes fine, but could the silence before the storm ever be called peaceful? Like that, not everything that was coming Alizah's way was for her good. He was a hipster and a badass guy. Ronan Morris, the richest heir in Avalon High. He was like a rock who could not be melted no matter what. The stars crossed and so did their paths. He was a psychopath who only knew to play mind games and when he realized Alizah was easy to be targeted, that day Alizah's fate was cursed because no one wants to be the target of Ronan Morris.

In order to save her family from hitting the rock bottom, Alyssa Graham was forced to marry a man she didn't even know and dramatically decided to get drunk. What she wasn't prepared for is to see Knox Volkov, her number one enemy and the man she rejected again after so many years. What surprised her more was the lust shining in his eyes mirroring hers.  One thing led to another, and what she thought to be a one night mistake turned out to be a disaster when he introduced himself as her fiancè instead of his brother. Knox would purposely put her life in danger,  prank her, and even fuck women in front of her to rub it in her face that he was the greatest man she lost. They hate each other, and they've been enemies since forever, but fate has another plan when Knox saw a masked Alyssa while she was dancing, ultimately earning his interest, not knowing that she was his biggest enemy.  Knox tortures her in the morning, and Alyssa dances for him at night, their eyes gazing at each other with hidden desire.  When lust and hate collide, and they find themselves giving into what their bodies want, but constantly fighting it, will they ever surrender to what their hearts truly desire?

“What the f*ck…?” That was all I could say when I found myself falling for the very same man who was pulling me into the dark.

Five minutes before the ceremony, I called off the wedding. In my last life, right in the middle of our vows, Sandra Crowe suddenly demanded another 300 thousand dollars as a "marriage guarantee." She pulled out her phone in front of everyone, chin tipped up, a payment screen glowing. "Three hundred thousand! Not a dollar less, or I'm not putting on that ring." Ten years together, and we were right at the finish line. I forced myself to go through with it and transferred the money. It was what Dad had scraped together over two years for his kidney transplant. That same night, his condition crashed. I went to Sandra and asked if she could lend me the money back for his treatment. She yelled at me instead. "You're asking me for money on our wedding night? Seriously? That 300 grand is mine! Don't even think about touching it!" Dad missed his window and died in the hospital hallway. The day he died, Sandra was out shopping with her friends, dropping thousands on a Chanel bag without a second thought. "Good. One less burden. At least he won't drag us down anymore." When I filed for divorce, she brought her guy friend to the funeral and made a scene, knocking over Dad's urn and damaging the headstone. Then she turned around and accused me of sexual assault, demanding 500 thousand in damages. Mom couldn't take it. She drank pesticide and died. On my way to pursue the case, I was hit by a car. When I opened my eyes again, I called off the wedding. Then Sandra stepped closer, already pulling up her payment screen. "Transfer me three hundred thousand as a marriage guarantee, or we're not getting married." I tossed the ring into the trash. "Works for me."

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, all three of my fiancés showed up with the worst reports from their family-run businesses. My father had declared that I would marry the one who could bring the greatest benefit to our family. However, all three of them had already fallen for a penniless scholarship girl named Amelia Jones, and none of them wanted me. In my previous life, I kept them close, mentored them, and poured my resources into helping them rise. By the time they had each become powerful men in my family, they repaid me by framing my father, getting him arrested, and making him age more than 10 years overnight. He was dragged to prison. Me? They hired a crew of street thugs to brutalize me, leaving me to die while my private photos spread across the internet. As life slipped away, I heard their sneering voices: "Did you really think we ever liked you? Everything we did was for Amelia." "If you hadn't chained us to your side, we'd have married her long ago, we'd have a house full of kids by now!" "You and your father ruined her future. She couldn't afford college because of you. She had no choice but to jump!" Then I opened my eyes: reborn on the very day of my coming-of-age ceremony. I pulled my father aside, looked him in the eye, and said, "I'm an adult now. Throw them out. Strip them of every business and every asset we gave them." "I'm not choosing any of them. I chose Bruce Sullivan, the Don of the Sullivan family."

My fiance, Derrick Lodge, chooses to save me during the typhoon, instead of his first love, Victoria Rayne. My life is saved, but Victoria dies after being struck by flying debris before the rescue team can find her. They aren't even able to find the rest of her body afterward. After going home, Derrick doesn't attend Victoria's funeral and immediately holds a grand wedding for me instead. For the next three years of our marriage, Derrick doesn't stop torturing me because he says that I caused Victoria's death. When I reach my limit and finally ask him for a divorce, Derrick kills me with a gun before killing himself. I open my eyes again and realize that I have traveled back in time. It is the day the typhoon happened, threatening our lives. This time, however, I tell Derrick to save Victoria's life instead.