Inside Out Three Emotions Novels & Stories

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.

The news came that Raymond had been shot. I was seven months pregnant, but I flew straight across the country to the family's East Coast compound—and got detained the moment I stepped inside. “Never heard of the Don having a fiancée, and pregnant no less. You've got some nerve running a con on Carraso turf.” The barrel of a gun pressed cold against my temple. My heart was clawing its way up my throat when I caught sight of a familiar figure across the room. “Raffina,” I shouted, “tell them I'm your brother-in-law's fiancée.” Raffina gave a small wave of her hand, and the man holding the gun immediately bent at the waist. “Donna, I didn't know she was a friend of yours. My mistake.” I stared with wide eyes, unable to make sense of what I was seeing. Inside the compound, the same man crossed to where Raymond sat on the couch without a scratch on him, and gave a formal nod. “Don, she claims she's your fiancée.” Raymond took a slow sip of his whiskey and shook his head, just barely. They dragged me out, and on the way the man slapped me across the face, warning me not to try my con act anywhere near the family again. I pulled the engagement ring off my finger and went straight to International Financial Tower.

Three brothers. One girl. A bond that should never exist. Isabella Leigh’s dream of a destined mate turns into a nightmare when she finds her mate, Alpha Cain cheating with her best friend. Heartbroken, she rejects him and escapes to a new pack only to be slammed with a second-chance mate bond. She isn’t just fated to one Alpha son she’s bound to all three, her stepbrothers. Darcy, Trenton and Oliver. Three very different men, one forbidden connection. But fate isn’t kind. Her past returns with vengeance, dark magic, and a mate who refuses to let her go. As war brews, Isabella must decide: obey fate and lose herself, or rewrite the stars. Tagline: "If loving them is wrong, then let the whole world burn."

CONTAINS ADULT SCENES! “Alena, I love the way you scream my name with me inside you.” Darren's lips curled up, his eyes enjoying the sight of Alena's flushed face beneath his muscular body. “Darren.” “Do you want this to end, Alena? Like how you left me on our engagement day, or do you want me to spend the entire night punishing you?” Darren asked, widening the smirk on his lips. Alena Wilson left her engagement to Darren Scott to marry Jason White, the man she thought loved her deeply. Alena was even willing to give up her luxurious life as heir to the Wilson family fortune just to be with Jason. However, Jason betrayed their marriage. He had an affair with Kyle Muller, Alena's close friend. Alena was humiliated, insulted, and divorced dishonorably. Jason's family kicked Alena out of the house that was actually purchased with Alena's own money. Jason's family felt victorious for having discarded Alena like trash. At a party, they were all shocked to see Alena step out of a luxury car, wearing a dress that further accentuated her beauty. Even the three handsome and influential CEOs who were also present there, Darren Scott, Gavin Scott, and Adrian Scott, walked over to Alena and each extended their hands while saying in unison, “Miss Wilson, would you like to dance with me?”

My best friend called me sobbing at two in the morning, saying she owed three hundred thousand dollars in online loans and was begging me to save her life. I told her I'd help cover half. She grabbed my phone and transferred all three hundred thousand. "It's just money—why are you being so stingy? You make six figures. Helping me out shouldn't be a big deal." I swallowed it. A month later, she posted Maldives vacation photos on Instagram. When I asked when she planned to pay me back, she replied—right there in the comments, where every mutual friend could see— "God, stop nagging. Maybe spend that energy making more money instead, you cheapskate. So annoying." I screenshotted everything. Then I opened the civil complaint I'd already drafted. This kind of best friend? We could catch up in court.

Blurb: Mia had her life figured out, or so she thought. A stable job, a boyfriend of 4years, and a future that made sense, and was hers. Until one night ruined her entire resolve. The familiar love that was comfortable now seemed dull. A rare storm, an empty office, and a man that wasn’t hers to touch Rafiah, her brother's lover, her boss, he was a man wrapped in power and danger. He was never meant to look at her the way he did that night, but he was drugged, he lost control By Morning he goes stern, pretends like nothing happened, like she never existed But Mia remembers, her body remembered, and the saxophones becomes louder even in their silence Two days later the she says yes to the familiar man, she needed to, no— she had rerouted to to the more comfortable destination But a rival cartel began watching , waiting— And now Mia was caught in the cross fire, she became the weakness of the man who claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, and in his world where loyalty is everything and love is weakness falling for the wrong man might destroy them all.

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?

I was married to one of the city's richest billionaires, but inside his home, I was just a ghost. Damian never once looked at me with love. Never did he touch me with kindness. He didn't see me as a woman, or even a person. I was just… a stand-in. A stand-in while he waited for someone else to come and my heart broke in silence. But the day he walked into our home with his first love, Vanessa, hand in hand it finally broke for good. I found my strength and I placed a signed divorce papers on his desk. Damian scoffed, his eyes cold. “You’ll regret this. You’ll crawl back. Women like you always do.” I thought he was right. I thought I had no one, nowhere to go, and nothing to live for. Until the black car stopped in front of me. That night, three powerful men stepped out, calling me by a name I didn’t even know was mine. Adrian Valehart, a ruthless tycoon whose eyes were as sharp as steel and silenced a room. Nathaniel Valehart, the cold, brilliant lawyer who never lost a case. And Leo Valehart, the superstar adored by millions. They told me I was, their long-lost sister, the only daughter of a billionaire family. I thought they were wrong. But when Adrian gave me shares worth billions, Nathan vowed Damian would walk away with nothing but shame. Leo wrapped his arm around me and declared to the world, “This is my sister, my one and only.” Everything changed And Damian… Damian refuses to let go. He came crawling back, begging for a second chance. “Please, give me another chance,” he said. But my three overprotective brothers wouldn't let him touch me and his pride will not die quietly.

Jagger has a double life, a life bound to the law and another where he breaks every law known to man as he does his job as The Enforcer for the New York City Mafia. Jagger has been engulfed in sorrow since he lost the woman he loved and their baby when she got caught up in the dark side of his life.  Jagger sank into depression, drugs, and alcohol while trying to fight off his demons and get revenge for what happened to the woman he loved and their baby. The man that killed them is a ghost, a ghost Jagger can’t seem to find. Jagger rebuilt his life, becoming the most reputable criminal lawyer in New York City, and now he needs to face the man he stole his woman from in court. His past seems to come back to haunt him when he meets the only woman who has made him forget about his past and wants to be with someone again.  Calliope Flores is a law student who is suing one of her professors for sexual harassment. Her life has turned upside down, as she has to deal with what happened and relive it every second of every day. When she meets the lawyer representing her professor, her disgust for him mixes with lust, desire, and a mind-blowing sexual attraction.  Callie tries to fight off her desire while cultivating the anger that fuels her body. Getting mixed up with a big-time lawyer from the opposite side seems like a mistake Callie is willing to make if it will make her feel alive again.  This is the third and last book of The Legacies series. This book can be read as a stand-alone, but it is recommended to read the other books first for better comprehension. 

As I sat in the police station with Yvonne Harper, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, waiting for bail arrangements to be made, the decision loomed. One of us could go home tonight. My mate, Alpha Jackson, chose to take her. "Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you tomorrow," he said. He was worried about her fragile health, but he didn’t care about my fear of the dark. Later, I called him. My voice was steady, though my heart ached. "Jackson," I began, "for the past few years, I’ve been waiting for you." "But I won’t wait forever."