Novelas y relatos de Isaac Newton

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just

In a top Shanghai high school, Li Jingyi rules the basketball court with unbreakable focus and a fierce drive to win nationals. Everything changes when arrogant transfer student Chen Hao joins the team his talent matches hers, but his attitude clashes with everything she stands for. On-court battles turn legendary, off-court tension ignites reluctant attraction. The twist: Hao is hiding a forged identity and a family corruption scandal that could get him expelled, disqualify the team, and destroy their championship shot. Forced into a secret alliance to protect their dreams, rivalry blurs into something deeper, leading to a final game where love, loyalty, and redemption are on the line.

“ Fuck the rules, Diana!” He snapped. “ Everyone knows the prophecy about you. You will never have a mate. That is your destiny. Besides, isn't that one of the reason we got together?” My heart sank when he mentioned the prophecy and I couldn't help the sting in my eyes and the pang I felt in my heart.“ We’ve been together for months now, and you were not convinced that it is appropriate for me to touch you and do things to your body?” He sneered and took an intimidating step forward, bridging the gap between us. At this point, I could feel his breath on my face, my heart palpitating in my chest. Something just doesn’t seem right.I feel my body temperature rising, heat emitting from my body,

Betrayal! Pain! Heartbreak! Rejection and lies! That was all she got from the same people she trusted the most, the same people she loved the most. No one could ever prepare her for what was next when it comes to her responsibilities, what about the secrets? The lies? The betrayal and her death! That was only just the beginning because now, she was reborn and she’ll make them all pay. They’ll suffer for what they’ve done because they don’t deserve to be alive. No one can stop what she has to do except him, he was her weakness, but also her greatest strength and power. He was her hidden alpha but she was his historical Luna.

There is a saying that work should not be mixed with pleasure. The CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mike Ross, seems to be doing the exact opposite of this. Isioma becomes a huge victim of this power-drunk CEO. How is an innocent, naïve girl supposed to navigate her life with work, friendship, pleasure, and love mixed into one without messing up the grey lines? Read Houston Reels to find out.

“Pose for the portrait, Anna,” her uncle commanded. To the world, Anna was a masterpiece—beautiful, flawless, and untouchable. But behind the luxury and perfect smiles, she was a prisoner. Her uncle controlled her life, using her image as a tool for influence and power, trapping her in a world she could not escape. Anna had given up on being saved… until he appeared. A man disguised as a priest, mysterious and dangerously compelling, stepped into her world like a forbidden secret wrapped in holy robes. From the moment they met, something inside Anna began to shift—curiosity, tension, and emotions she was never allowed to feel. But he was not what he seemed. He came with

"I was his family’s multibillion-dollar lifeline, but to my husband, I was just a shameful, oversized secret." To save King Enterprises from total bankruptcy, ruthless billionaire Darel King was forced to marry me—Giselle Davis, a plus-size heiress with a heavy appetite and curves he absolutely despised. For years, Darel treated our marriage like a prison sentence, banishing me to eat in the kitchen and openly declaring that his elegant, runway-slender ex, Julia Lee, was the only woman he could ever truly desire. The very day his family's empire stabilized, Darel threw the divorce papers in my face, casting me out into the cold New York rain to run back to Julia. He thought he had brok

Jae Lee woo tried to be the diligent and hard-working good guy. He studied hard, did his best to make his family proud, and not get into trouble, but when he saw a girl being taken advantage of, he had to intervene. He had been tricked, sentenced to 10 years in jail and framed for a crime he never committed, all was lost. If his life was over he would take those who ruined his life with him Suddenly he opens his eyes again. He is not dead, but alive in the body of the Jae Lee woo of a different world. This Jae Lee woo had been killed as trash of cultivation. This world where the strong had no regard for human life and would kill freely if they had the strength. Called “trash” and thrown away

Ariella was told she could never have children— a lie carefully bought and paid for by her own husband. But one fatal fertility mix-up leaves her carrying triplets… children that were never meant to be hers. Their father is a man she’s never met— a ruthless billionaire who doesn’t lose what belongs to him. And now he wants everything. The babies. The truth. And the woman carrying his legacy. He vows to claim her heart too.

“I’m yours, King Nightbane,” she whispered, breath trembling. “I can feel it… I can’t hide it from you.” My instincts reacted before reason could catch up—not from restraint, but from something far more dangerous. Her presence overwhelmed the space between us. I could sense her without effort. Like the air itself had changed the moment she stepped closer. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to belong to someone like you,” she admitted softly. “Completely.” The words should have been innocent. They weren’t. They struck something primitive inside me.