Infirmière Novels & Stories

"I'm your wife, not your prisoner," Avery pleads with Liam, her voice shaking. Liam sneers, "You're whatever I say you are, Avery. And right now, you're nothing without me." — When love turns toxic, survival is the only option. Avery Livingston's luxurious life imploded when her family's fortune vanished. Desperate to save her ailing mother, she made a devastating deal with billionaire movie star Liam Leon Galloway. Trapped in a gilded cage, she endured three years of humiliation and despair. But when Liam's Oscar win left her behind, Avery's fury ignited. Pregnant and defiant, she vowed to escape and exact revenge. With her fate hanging by a thread, she must choose: submit to Liam's toxic grasp or rise from the ashes. Will she break free or remain trapped in this twisted game of power and obsession?

A week before our marking ceremony, I told Ethan Stormwind I wanted to break up at his friend's party. Everyone laughed. They all knew that for the past six years, my life's goal had been to become his marked Luna. With only a week left until the ceremony, how could I possibly want to break up? Even Ethan thought I was being unreasonable. "Just because I need to take Selene to the healer for her follow-up on our ceremony day, you're throwing a tantrum about breaking up?" "We're both adults. Can you act more mature? You could just reschedule the ceremony. Why do you insist on that specific day? I don't have time for your jealous games." I nodded silently. Yes, something needed to be changed. But it wasn't the ceremony date. It was him. I was going to accept someone else's mark instead.

Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. “God, you’re cute.” He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. “You’re pretending.” I whispered to myself. “None of this is real.” - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

Bertha Cobb's first love, Owen Rountree, made a mistake during his experiment, leading to an explosion occurring in the lab. Eight students died in this explosion as a result. However, Bertha insisted that I take on the responsibility of this accident and admit that the explosion occurred because of the error found in my data. "You're a professor here. Nothing will happen to you if you're the one taking on the responsibility. But Oewn, on the other hand, will get admonished by the victims' families." I got dismissed by the university afterward. In the end, the victims' families burned me to death. My daughter, Leah Callahan, got bullied as well. She was forced to drop out of school later on and died from depression. While Leah breathed her last on her bed, Bertha was in the middle of celebrating Owen's promotion as a professor. When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was five minutes away from the explosion in the science lab.

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."

**Sequel to Two Billionaire Baby Daddies. That and it's prequel should be read before this!!** Willow Monroe and Nathaniel Watson were sworn enemies from the moment they were born. A twenty-one year rivalry has led them to this summer. Not only must they live together, but they're also competing in an internship where they're determined to one up each other and score a position at a software company. But when it turns out they need each other in order to even be considered for the position, they still refuse to put their differences aside. That is until Nathaniel notices how pretty Willow is and Willow takes note of how amazing Nathaniel's abs look. When a heated argument turns into them ripping each other's clothes off, the hate between them fades and all that's left is that terrifying L word that neither wants to be the first to say. But in a summer full of secrets and seduction, can they truly leave their rivalry behind or are they destined to compete with one another for the rest of their lives?

"Rael, what's this?" "An anklet, since you don't want an ankle monitor." "I'm not your pet!" "No, you're not." "Then, get this thing off me!" "It's either that or I'll tatt my name on your wrists and over your sweet mounds so the whole world knows you're mine." ~~~ They called me a murderer. I became a rogue to survive. And when my wolf finally surfaced, she came with blood on her hands. Now I’m bound to him—Rael, the Lycan King cursed to die alone. Our bond shouldn’t exist. He’s the descendant of the Moon Goddess, Lycans who are forbidden to mate with werewolves. But fate doesn’t ask. It takes. It binds. It burns. He says I belong in his cage. I say I’ll burn it down. The war between us will either break the curse... or destroy us both.

"...Only if you could give me a second chance... But if you're happy, I'm happy. You're connected for life. I don't want to go through this and for it to come back on my kids, I want you to be in the best situation even if you don't love me anymore." ______ Six years ago, she was framed and banished from her pack for a crime she didn't commit. But now, she's a famous doctor with three cute babies and different people come to her for treatment. What happened the day Yvonne was presented with a medical case about her Alpha mate who rejected and banished her without carrying out a proper investigation? Will she treat him, then accept him back as her mate as he has realized his mistake or will she let him die of the disease as revenge for what he made her pass through and then go for her second chance mate?

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.