Jane Above Story Novels & Stories

As an ordinary waitress, Hailey is chosen by the king of the mafia, Don Federico Vitale. She never imagines he is hiding a dark secret—he is a vampire, and she is stepping into the whirlwind of destiny.

“Daddy…” I mindlinked my father. I haven’t spoken to him in the 3 years I’ve been married. “Evelyn? What’s wrong?” My father asked, his voice was soft and yet was so superior. “I’m divorced” I told him solemnly. “Return home to the palace, my princess” my father ordered.

She looked at me with a sad smile. “That bastard,” Jane said, clenching her fists. “How could he do that to you? You deserve so much better than him.” “I know,” Sheba said, wiping her eyes. “But I loved him so much. We had plans for the future. We wanted to have more kids someday.” “I know, sis. I know,” Jane said, stroking her hair. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as I had no idea how I was going to break this news to her but it’s now or never.

Piper gave up her dream and served as waitress to raise her sister's abandoned baby. She bumped into her prince EX, Nicholas, in the crazy Luna choosing game. Nicholas: How could you hide my little girl?! Piper: EXM? She's not yours! Nicholas: You had a child with someone else right after we broke up?!

I am a normal human. When I realized that my werewolf boyfriend lied to me about being my fated mate, I got drunk and had a ONS with my hot new neighbor. It was the best sex ever, but I ran away the next morning because he is also a werewolf, which means he will also meet his REAL fated mate one day. Unexpectedly, I saw my new neighbor on TV, and he was actually a famous hockey star who publicly announced that he will only admit to an official relationship with his fated mate... Host: “Many of your fans want to know if you are still single...” Him: “No, I am not.” Him: “I’m about to start a relationship with my new neighbor...”

I was a fat, orphaned Omega girl. At 17, my stepbrother discovered my diary—filled with shameful fantasies about him—and from that moment on, he couldn't stand the sight of me. Now my stepbrother is back, graduated, and we ended up having a one-night stand.But he kept humiliating me, saying he only slept with me because of the mate bond.Then he announced his engagement to a highborn beauty. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse? I'm pregnant. I ran away, heartbroken and heavy with his child, never imagining he'd regret it—begging me to come back at any cost...

My fiancé put my young stepmother's crown on her head — the crown that should have been mine. I was the one who lifted him from a nobody Alpha to the throne. I gave him my Pack, my resources, everything. But he said, “She's my fated mate.” Then he forced poison past my lips. I died. The Moon Goddess gave me one more chance. I opened my eyes at my twenty-third birthday party. This time, I wouldn't build his kingdom. I had found my weapon: my ex's greatest enemy — the most powerful Alpha, Azrael. But after hearing my plan, Azrael set only one condition: “Divorce him first. Then marry me.” A contract marriage? A convenient deal? Fine. I took it. But when the day came that I ground them in

"JANE! WAS IT AMAZING?! TELL ME IT WAS STEAMY!" "IT WAS DELICIOUS AND FAMILIAR AND MY TRAITOR BODY MOANED, ALLAN!" Jane yelled into her hands, her cheeks burning crimson. "And then... and then I managed to push him back to tell him we need to slow down, and do you know what he did?!" "What?!" "HE POUTED!" Jane shrieked. "The ruthless, icy-cold billionaire CEO of Manhattan pouted at me! He widened his eyes, hit me with the puppy-dog look, and asked if he could sleep over!"

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Mom asks, keeping her voice as smooth and charming as possible. I’m grateful that she at least is trying to prevent the night from being ruined and that she genuinely seems to be trying to make Jane feel comfortable. Dad visibly chafes but doesn’t say anything else other than release a small sigh. I relax a bit in my seat, sliding my arm across the back of Jane’s chair. With the terse atmosphere somewhat defused, Jane picks up on what Mom is trying to do and, even though it’s clear she’s still somewhat nervous, starts telling the story about how we met at the party and her run-in with Preston.