I Heart Me Novels & Stories

A boy I supported and raised called me one day, his voice bubbling with excitement. He told me he'd finally found his biological parents. It turned out he was the long-lost heir of the prestigious Carter family, one of the ten most influential families in Kingsford. I was genuinely happy for him. After everything he'd been through, he'd finally found his family. I prepared countless gifts, looking forward to celebrating his homecoming with him. But the celebration never came. Instead, he vanished without a trace. I went to the Carter estate myself, only for the butler to frown in confusion. "A long-lost heir? Mr. and Mrs. Carter have only ever had one son." My heart sank. I hired people to investigate. In the end, what awaited me was an unidentified corpse in the Carter family's private hospital. The boy I had watched grow up would never smile and call me Ed again. Instead, he lay motionless inside a morgue freezer. The so-called homecoming had never been about bringing their son home. He simply was a compatible heart donor for their real son. My sweet, well-behaved Owen... The family he longed for and the future he dreamed of had both led him straight to his death. Just then, an invitation to the Carter heir's birthday gala arrived in my hands. Good. The Carter family, was it? I would soon find out whether they could survive making an enemy of the Blackwell family, the most powerful family in Kingsford.

My husband Preston smashed up the solo art show I'd spent three years building for Vivian, the poor girl we had sponsored through college. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!" I looked at his furious face and the whole thing struck me as absurd. "Preston. What exactly did I send? I told her that today was the opening of my show and asked her not to call you during it." "She's sick! Why do you have to make every little thing a fight! If anything happens to her because of you — I'll never forgive you." With that, he didn't even glance at me. He turned and bolted back out into the storm. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to be furious. I turned to leave, but in the rain, I ran into Rowan—a classmate from college. He used to be the most popular guy at our school — sweet and hot. But now he was severely injured. The torrential rain had soaked his shirt, revealing his perfect abs beneath. Without hesitation, I took him back to my apartment. Preston showed up pounding on the door, eyes red with rage. "Chloe — I'm gone for an hour and you drag some guy off the street into our bed?" I sneered and stepped in front of Rowan. "If you can play free therapist to some other woman, why can't I try being a philanthropist?"

Luke Walter is the owner of the biggest writing company in the whole world while Anna Mines is a young innocent girl trying to make ends meet. Luke Walter turned into a chronic womanizer and kinda drunkard after the death of his first love whom he cherished and loved so much. After Anna Mines had worked tirelessly as a laundry attendant, she eventually goes into prostitution so that she could fend for her siblings. There, she had a normal one night stand with a random customer and discovered that she was pregnant for the man. The aftermath effect was hell for her because it was shameful and traumatic for her to undergo parenthood alone without a partner. Although, a whole lotta people encouraged her to abort the baby, she persistently disagreed and decided to keep her baby. Luke Walter was very unlucky and unfortunate after his usual night one-off sexual escapades because he was so drunk and got into a terrible accident that affected his spinal cord thereby rendering him impotent and unable to bear children again in life. He was left shattered and heart broken. The news of the accident was all over the press and the friend of the Anna came to tell her about it. Her friend brought out her phone and showed her the life videos and pictures of the rich billionaire. She burst into tears because she couldn't believe that her baby daddy was the richest young man in the whole of their country. She never actually wanted to own up that she was the mother to Luke Walter's son. Do you think Anna would eventually begin another phase of life with Luke?

She saved a dying stranger in the forest, never knowing he would become both her greatest love and her deepest pain. *** In a world where humans are hunted, enslaved, and forced to live under werewolf rule, happiness was never meant for someone like Talia Vale. Yet when the wounded man she rescued became her husband, she dared to believe fate had finally shown her mercy. But on their wedding night, everything changed. Armored wolves invaded her village and dropped to one knee before the man beside her, calling him Alpha Valik Blackthorne. The gentle stranger she loved was no ordinary man. He was a powerful werewolf leader who had lost his memory, and with it, the dangerous life waiting for him beyond the forest. Trusting his promise to protect her, she followed him into his pack, believing she had found safety. Instead, she found suffering. Despised for being human, hated by the she-wolves who wanted the Alpha for themselves, and crushed under endless humiliation, she quickly learned that love alone could not survive in a world built on power and blood. When tragedy struck and he failed to stand by her, the love in her heart turned into bitterness. She left him. But fate was not finished with them. No matter how much pain, hatred, and distance grew between them, the bond pulling them together refused to break. Through betrayal, misunderstandings, and battles that tested both heart and loyalty, Talia and Valik Blackthorne are forced to face the truth: sometimes love is born from pain, and sometimes the deepest hatred hides the strongest bond. In a world determined to tear them apart, they must fight through heartbreak, pride, and enemies on every side—or lose each other forever.

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

My husband is known as a ruthless CEO, but somehow, he is tender and warm with me. I'm passionate about art restoration, especially antique paintings, so he transforms his private collection room into a professional-grade studio just for me. He even brings in top experts to mentor me. Once, I spent three sleepless nights restoring a rare 12th-century painting. He ends up buying the entire museum that the painting belongs to, just so I can study it without restrictions. To marry me, he goes head-to-head with his powerful family, even stages a hunger strike, until they finally give in. At our engagement party, he gets down on one knee in front of everyone and says, "Ash, you deserve nothing but the best in this world." The ring he designs himself has an engraving on the inside that says, "Art brought us together, love holds us forever." Everyone says Vincent Hawthorn loves me like a maniac, and I believe it—until I restore one of his late mother's paintings…

What do you do when you lose your virginity to your next-door neighbor who so happens to be the egotistical bad boy of the entire town, who raises havoc wherever he goes and is the biggest player on the planet? Well, you guard your heart and stay away from him like everyone warned you to. Oh and pretend like nothing happened because what else can you expect from a bad boy? But what if it's too late to stay away? Especially since he's already had a taste of you and you of him? What if you wanted more? What if you were too late to guard your heart? What if you had already fallen for him even before you moaned out his name? Spinoff of this book ( Mia and Kade's story ) : TANGLED IN HIS SHEETS

I didn't buy her out of kindness. Sophia Reeves came with a price tag — her father's debt, cleared in full. She became my wife on paper, a calculated move in a game of power and business. Nothing more. I built my empire by keeping emotions out of every equation. I never lose control. I never let anyone close enough to matter. But Sophia refused to follow my rules. She didn't bow to my money. She didn't flinch at my coldness. Every wall I built, she saw straight through — not because she was trying to break me, but because she was simply everything I never knew I was missing. I thought owning her legally meant I had the upper hand. I was wrong. The night she walked out with her head held high and nothing but the clothes on her back, I realized the truth I'd spent months denying: Somewhere between the contracts and the cold silences — she hadn't just taken pieces of my carefully guarded heart. She had taken all of it. And I would burn everything I built to get her back.

I accidentally hit my head in the shower. To my surprise, I find that I can hear my aloof housemate's thoughts. "Damn, he's got perky buns." I think of him as a regular housemate, but he wants to sleep with me?

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.