Inanimate Insanity Trophy Novels & Stories

Even being Alpha's daughter, she was a weak werewolf, beauty without power; it became her retribution; she was just a trophy that everyone wanted to own. She became someone's obsession. She had a fiance who wanted to make her cheese pieces in his plan and a father who looked upon her as nothing but trash. Her fiance and her father wanted to cage her; they made her feel like nothing but a pathetic werewolf, She was helpless against her fate, but everything had changed when the beast, the God of a monster, cruel, bloodthirsty Alpha, attacked their pack on her wedding day. Once again, fate changed the path of their goal. When a blood war occurs between love, obsession, and destiny, what will happen?

King Lucien hates her more than anything in the world, because she is the daughter of the King who killed his family and enslaved him, and his people.He made her his slave. He owns her, and he will pay her back in spades, everything her father did to him. And her father did a lot. Scarred him into being the powerful but damaged monster King he is.A King who battles insanity every single day.A King who hates—LOATHES—to be touched.A King who hasn't slept well in the past fifteen years.A King who can't produce an heir to his throne.Oh, will he make her pay.But then again, Princess Danika is nothing like her father. She is different from him. Too different.And when he set out to make her pay, he was bound to find out just how different she is from her father.*********A love that rose from deep-rooted hatred. What exactly does fate have in-store for these two?Aree you as interested in this ride as I am!?Then, fasten up your seatbelts. We're going on a bumpy ride!

‘I always thought my wedding - should I ever have one - would be elegant and beautiful, filled with joy and laughter. And whilst this wedding was elegant, it wasn't really mine.’ ~ Dante Rizzo made a big mistake, leading to his rival wanting payback years later in the form of a trophy wife. Out of his four daughters, Rizzo only had the choice of two: an elegant dress-maker or a naive girl who could hardly get a sentence out. But on the day of the wedding, the dress-maker backs out, leaving a new set of options for Rizzo. With the pressure of his rival breathing down his neck, he makes a split decision to switch daughters, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Elise Caro was the perfect trophy wife: loyal, obedient, and blindly in love with her mafia husband, Cassian D’Amaro. Until the night she uncovered his betrayal and was silenced-killed in cold blood, and buried like a secret. But fate isn’t done with her. Elise wakes up five years earlier, in her younger body, right before her marriage. With her memories intact and bitterness sharpened, she vows not to fall again. This time, she won’t be his wife. She’ll be his reckoning. As she re-enters Cassian’s orbit under a new identity, he starts falling for her again. But Elise isn’t here for love. She’s here to ruin him.

He never planned to touch her, let alone crave her. When ruthless billionaire Roman Thorne is forced into a strategic marriage, he chooses Elena Sinclair, quiet, obedient, and easily controlled. Or so he thought. Behind her innocent eyes is a sharp tongue, a hidden past, secrets, and curves that haunt his nights. Elena has no intention of being anyone’s trophy wife. She plays by her own rules, and Roman’s cold detachment only fuels her fire. Now Roman wants more than her name on his paperwork. He wants her moaning his name in the dark. He wants her loyalty. Her heart. Her everything. Too bad Elena didn’t come to be owned.

Ashley Connor died with regrets. She regrets loving a cruel man her entire life at the expense of her child and her dream job. If she could only turn back the time, she swears never to be the ‘trophy’ wife that she is. If she could, she would never beg to be loved by him ever again. When she wakes up, she returns to the most crucial time of her life and her child is still alive! Ashley decides to change the future and save her child. She will divorce her cruel husband and pursue her dreams while being the best Mom ever! But why is the renowned King of Hell in the business world knocking on her doorstep again? Why is he bribing her son for a date with her?

I'd been gone three months, growing our turf. Came home to find some chick in my robe, on my couch, sipping my wine. I called security. Lesson time. Then Damon—my husband, who only mattered because he married me—jumped in front of her. "It was a drunken mistake. She's just some poor girl. You're not seriously gonna flip over this, right?" I slapped him. "A trophy like you thinks he gets a say now?" Instead of shutting up, he asked for a divorce. For her. Cool. I said yes. He thought ditching me meant freedom. What he didn't get? Without me, he was nobody.

Synopsis. It all started with a contract five years ago signed by him and i. My father watched undefeated as i signed my life and freedom away to the spears family. I had vowed vengeance, i had hate built up for over the five years and yet nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life. I expected a monster, one i would destroy, but nothing is ever black and white. How could i still go ahead with my plan, when he made me burn with desire for him. I was his and he was about to claim me, become his, a living trophy to the spears family that symbolizes they still had power of my family.

“Where’s that bastard?” My eyes snapped toward the woman storming into the room like a hurricane. “I couldn’t stop her, Mr. Darian!” I waved the guy away and studied the woman whose hair looked like it had gone through war, clearly fighting her way up here. My brothers looked just as entertained as I did confused. “Which bastard?” “My bastard of a husband! Where is Darian Freeman?” My brothers burst out laughing like they’d just witnessed the world’s finest comedy show. I, however, failed to see the joke. She smoothed her wild hair, fixing those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers down his throat,” she said, waving the papers in my face. “There must be a mistake,” I said, still trying to piece this insanity together. “Oh stop feeding me fairy tales! Where is that son of a bitch?” “Are you insane? There’s clearly a mistake here! I am Darian Freeman and I am one hundred percent sure I am not your husband!”

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.