Inside Out Three Emotions Novels & Stories

Barbara Wilson is human, a rarity in a world ruled by powerful werewolves. When she earns a place at the prestigious SilverMoon Academy, she hopes to escape her page and finally finds her place. But the Academy hides secrets, and she soon discovers her life is tied to one of the most dangerous boys in the school, Tristan, Geoffrey, and Jeremiah, each claiming her in a way her heart and wolf cannot ignore. As flames rise, alliances shift, and enemies lurk, Barbara must navigate being a mate to three extraordinary wolves at a price that could destroy them all.

Veronica's husband stole her body before he ever raised a hand to her. While she lay unconscious from secret donor surgeries, Caleb and his mistress Ava were carving her up, piece by piece, and grooming her own daughter to call another woman "mommy." ‎ ‎When she finally wakes up broken, diagnosed with a degenerative organ-failure syndrome, and utterly alone, Veronica realizes the people who were supposed to love her had already decided she was easier to use than to leave. ‎ ‎So she lets them believe she's dead. ‎ ‎With a billionaire ex-classmate as her strategic husband, a new face, and a folder of evidence that could end Caleb's empire, Veronica rebuilds herself from the ashes of a marriage that nearly killed her. Every forged signature, every payoff, every cover-up gets fed back to the man who thought he buried her for good. ‎ ‎Then she walks back into his boardroom alive, on another man's arm, and watches twelve years of lies collapse in real time. ‎

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

Carina Lewis, the head of the department, has been a friend of mine since college. While she successfully climbs up the corporate ladder, I'm stuck being the workhorse at the bottom of the totem pole. When she's late for work, I sign in for her. When she messes up, I clean up for her. I'm happy to play along with her, of course. It's not easy to find someone dumb enough to be the scapegoat. One day, a billionaire investor shows up at the company's doorstep, and the senior executives instruct me to take care of him during his visit. This evening, when the rest of the office is empty, Carina takes my hand and tells me earnestly, "Bailey, investors like him are ruthless. You won't even know what's coming for you. An innocent woman like you won't be able to handle him. Let me, your best friend, test the waters with him first. Once everything is settled, I'll make you a manager." I nod sweetly in response. Hours later, I scurry over to the presidential suite at the hotel, where the billionaire investor is staying, and kick down the door. "Open up, Dal!" It's one thing for Carina to constantly take advantage of me, but how dare she dream of becoming my sister-in-law to steal half of my family's assets? That deluded pipe dream of hers will even make the marble statues in my family's garden roll their eyes.

They say that the deepest cuts come from the ones you hold closest to your heart. But I never expected my husband to be the one holding the knife while another woman twisted it in deeper.... My name is Ariana Carter. I am deeply in love with my husband Misha, and we have the perfect marriage. Scratch that, HAD the perfect marriage, or so I thought until he changed. His lies and betrayal broke me. Until I woke up. Now it's time for me to retake everything I lost--my life, my career, my family, and my dignity. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

"You think you can hide behind that mask, Fireheart?" Logan snarled, his breath hot against my throat. Sabastain's hand pinned my wrists above my head, while Zane leaned in close enough that I could feel his pulse match mine. "We know what you are. And we’ll never let you go." Their bodies cage me against the cold locker room wall, heat radiating off them like wildfire. They should terrify me. They should repulse me. But they don’t. Because the truth is, I was born to burn for them. And they were born to tame me. I only wanted one thing—to play hockey. But in a world where girls aren’t allowed on the ice, my dream was shattered the night I rejected Alpha Marcus Blackwood’s obsessive claim—and was banished with my family. Now, with my hair cut short and my identity hidden, I enrolled at Crescent Moon Academy as “Frederick Sterling,” just another boy chasing glory on the legendary Wolves hockey team. But three powerful alphas are about to complicate everything. They’re not just teammates. They’re predators. And they’re bound to me. The question is—will they tame my fire, or will I burn them all?

We agreed we were going to spend Christmas together as a family of three. I briefly stepped out to grab my daughter’s Christmas gift, but quickly realized that I had forgotten my keys. However, when I came back, I was locked outside the villa. I rang the doorbell countless times, but no one came to let me in. Through the glass window, I saw my daughter happily smiling in the arms of my wife’s childhood friend who had returned from overseas. “Uncle Jones, you smell so nice. Not like my dad. He’s always sweaty and smells so gross. I don’t even want to spend Christmas with him!” My wife, Lily Quinn, looked at them indulgently and agreed. “Your dad hasn’t seen much of the world. He really doesn’t know how to celebrate holidays properly.” I froze in place as my fingers turned cold. Yara turned and saw me outside the window. Her face was filled with disgust. “What are you staring at? Why are you standing outside like some monster? You almost scared me to death! You’re not like Uncle Jones at all. He’s so elegant and well-mannered!” However, ten years ago, I was a top sales director at a well-known multinational company. Back then, I had the chance to be transferred to New York. Yet Lily unexpectedly got pregnant and suffered severe reactions. She was at constant risk of miscarriage. I voluntarily gave up that opportunity to take care of her and our daughter. Now, that sacrifice had somehow become undeniable proof of my uselessness. I took a deep breath and threw the Christmas gift I had bought for my daughter into the trash. Then I messaged someone saved in my contacts as “Apprentice”: [Is that overseas position you mentioned a few days ago still available?] The reply came almost instantly: [Of course! Mr. Lane, as long as you’re willing to come back, you’ll always have a place waiting for you!]

After I find out that Harvey Lupton has cheated on me, I give him three chances. The first chance is used up when I dig out the love letter that the 18-year-old Harvey had given me with trembling hands in the past. The current Harvey accepts the love letter with an apologetic and guilty look. Then, he deletes Rebecca Sherman's number right in front of me. The second chance is used up when I produce the wedding video of the successful and confident Harvey coming over to pick me up on our wedding day from my phone. Harvey watches the video for a very long time. After that, he tells the security guards to kick Rebecca, who's here to borrow money from him, out. But that night, he drowns his sorrows with alcohol. The third chance is used up… today. I hand my pregnancy report over to Harvey outside Rebecca's ward. There, he lights a cigarette. I choke on the smoke and begin coughing non-stop. Yet, Harvey's gaze never leaves Rebecca, who's inside the ward. The answer is extremely obvious at this point. At that moment, I know that there's no such thing as a future for me and Harvey anymore.

I was the only daughter of the Sheffield family, and I had three older brothers. Life was going well until a memo app appeared on my phone. [June 15th: My eldest brother, Ian Sheffield, signed a bet agreement with his female secretary, and Sheffield Group's market value plummeted by 80 billion dollars.] [September 3rd: My second brother, Hayes Sheffield, was tricked by his dream girl and left the shareholders' meeting with nothing to his name.] [December 1st: My third brother, Liam Sheffield, gave up his inheritance rights for his dream girl, and the Sheffield family was completely ruined.] Just like that, I, Trina Sheffield, lost all three of my guaranteed providers? From that day on, I began the 'Save My Providers' plan. I swiped Ian's black card for 30 million dollars a day, causing him to become busy handling returns and customer complaints all day. I flew Hayes' private jet to Prosia and casually dismantled the entire interior, saying I was going to redo it. He was so mad that he kept me under surveillance through an eight-hour international video call. I turned Liam's temperature-controlled wine cellar into a karaoke room and sang all night, even using all eight million dollars' worth of wine for foot baths. Dark eye circles constantly plagued my three brothers from all this fuss; they did not even have time to look at their phones. As long as I was around, they could only revolve around me. This went on until a female secretary, Erin Langley, suddenly appeared in Ian's office. She glanced at me, her tone gentle but her eyes icy. "Little girl, the CEO's office isn't a playground. You can get lost and go play now." The corridor fell silent. My most fiercely protective brother, Ian, was about to push open the door and walk in.

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."