Janedoewritings Novels & Stories

"I wanted to talk with you. You have to stop what you're doing. It may seem harmless, but you're hurting a lot of people." "That's their cup of tea, not mine." Jade shrugged, slightly disappointed that her game wasn't working anymore. "How can you say that? Knowing how many people you've hurt, even Principal Dolan." Shawn criticized, a little annoyed over her calmness. Jade shrugged. "I just gave him a new makeover. Stop making it sound like I made him cry." Shawn burst out. Jade was simply being outrageous. "Yes, you did. Principal Dolan fu... Principal Dolan cried."

"You were promised to me, Alessia, not even death can change that." Alessia Capone was born a mafia princess, powerful last name, perfect future and zero control. At just fourteen, her parents sold her into a blood-soaked engagement with Rino Lombardi, the cold, dangerous heir of Italy’s most feared criminal empire. He was obsessed from the moment he saw her. She hated him before he even spoke. To escape that fate, she ran straight into the arms of another man. A man who turned out to be worse than her worst nightmare. Now, decades later, Rino Lombardi is back. Widowed. Ruthless. More powerful than ever. And still maddeningly obsessed with the one woman who got away. He ma

Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he'

Vivian Kane is a ghost in the digital underworld, slipping into Alessandro Costello’s world like she’s always been there. She lifts his wallet with a swipe of her fingers, and just like that, she’s not only hacked his systems—she’s hacked his life. Alessandro Costello doesn’t do forgiveness. She’s made it personal, and now he’s out for blood. He’s ready to turn her life into a living nightmare, using every dirty trick he knows to make her regret ever crossing him. What starts as a simple theft quickly spirals into something far darker. They’re trapped in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, where every touch and taunt turns up the heat until it’s a steamy, no-holds-barred battle of lus

It started with a stolen wallet and turned into something neither of them could’ve imagined. What began as a game of cat and mouse has turned into something more. They're no longer just trying to outsmart each other; they’re going deeper, and it’s setting off sparks in all the wrong places. As they get closer, the truths they’ve kept hidden start to unwind, tearing through the lives they’ve built. The illusion of control slips away, and now, everything’s on the line — their lives, their secrets, and their hold on each other. The question is, can they survive it all — or will they destroy each other in the process?

She had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. She was also deaf in one ear.

Anna’s Pov I spent three days filling out applications and writing essays about why I wanted to go back to school and gathering my old transcripts that showed I failed everything but at least proved I existed and by Friday I got an acceptance letter in my email that made me cry on my bathroom floor. Monday morning I walked into the club and found Jo in his office drinking whiskey even though it was ten in the morning. "I'm quitting," I said while standing in the doorway. Jo looked up and laughed. "You serious?"

One mislead of a stroke can make it unpleasant to the eyes. I don’t know why but I only have trouble writing. I can perfectly understand their words when they talk to me or read the texts from books in front of me but I can't write them. It’s like my brain is adapted to this world but not my hands. Joewella almost went crazy when she learned that I forgot how to write their language so she immediately started the lesson 3 months ago.

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "I have already reconsider my decision, I will accept you and I have forgiven you......" "Forgiven me for what?"