Jars Of Clean Copy Novels & Stories

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend invited me onto a cruise ship heading for the open sea. “Quinn, just endure it. The Godfather loves blonde, blue-eyed beauties like you. “Once you please him, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean!" At the auction, I was locked inside a golden cage. The starting bid was $3 million. Just as despair drove me to bite my tongue, the bulletproof glass of the most mysterious private box on the second floor exploded outward. The mafia godfather stepped through the shattered glass. Shards crunched beneath his feet, and smoke curled from the muzzle of his gun. He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from five years ago. Back then, he was a bodyguard I had once slapped in public and kicked to the curb like an abandoned dog. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my chin, smiling with an icy menace. "Sophia, you're not getting away this time."

It was supposed to be a harmless lie— a dance, a kiss, a quick escape from the man who wouldn’t stop chasing her. But in that single heartbeat beneath the chandeliers, Alyona’s lips met a stranger’s— and her fairytale turned into fate. Because the man behind the mask wasn’t just anyone. He was her future boss. Alexander Hunt. Cold. Powerful. Devastatingly handsome. A man who doesn’t believe in love, emotions, or happy endings. To him, relationships are business deals—clean, controlled, and unbreakable. But Alyona is chaos—warmth, laughter, and all the colors he’s spent years avoiding. And when their worlds collide, love becomes both a war and a temptation neither can ignore. He stands for logic. She lives for love. And when he finally realizes she’s slipping away… will it be too late to rewrite their ending? Some loves are meant to destroy. Some to heal. And some… to haunt you forever.

Vivica had spent her whole life atoning for her late father’s crime. Forced to clean up after the pack members while being ridiculed for not having a wolf, she endured everything hoping that her pain would finally come to an end when Jason, the pack’s Alpha, revealed her as his mate. Then, everything will fall in place and she won't have to run anymore. What she didn’t know was that Jason—her childhood friend turned lover—was just as terrible as his people, he had only been toying with her all along. At the full moon party, Jason mates with a reputable wolf kicking Vivica to the curb after fifteen years of leading her on. Meanwhile, Adrian—Jason’s estranged stepbrother—would give anything to see Jason gnash his teeth in regret. Even if it meant transforming Jason’s cast-away lover into a woman he could never have access to again.

At Harvard University, two worlds couldn't be farther apart. Caspian Hale is the golden boy, athletic, charming, and effortlessly popular. A star basketball player with a sharp jawline and a past he'd rather forget, Caspian transfers to Harvard after a fallout at his old school, promising himself a clean slate. Oliver Wren, on the other hand, lives in the quiet glow of sketches. Fair skinned, delicate, and endlessly curious, he's an artist whose mind runs on strokes and brushes, not people. When Caspian's teammates target Oliver for being different, Caspian follows along to keep his image untouchable. But what starts as teasing soon unravels into confusion, guilt, and an attraction he doesn't understand. As pranks turn to conversations and mockery to stolen glances, both boys find themselves caught between who they were and who they might become. In a world that prizes perfection, they discover that sometimes the most beautiful things are built from broken circuits and unexpected hearts.

I sold my body to save my sister. I didn’t know I sold my future to the man who ruined my family. The clinic promised anonymity. A contract. A womb. A clean escape. Three months later, Lorenzo De Luca walked into my apartment and proved that was a lie. He is cold, powerful, and untouchable, the billionaire heir who buried my father and shattered my life the man who now claims the child growing inside me as his legacy. He says I stole from him. I say he stole everything. Now I am trapped inside his estate, bound by a marriage contract written in fear, carrying an heir he refuses to let go. He calls it protection. I call it a cage. But hatred is dangerous when it burns this close to desire. Because blood debts don’t fade And this one might cost us both our souls.

Blurb: Disaster strikes—when you least expect it. Pearl Hammonds, a billionaire heiress, is ready to reveal her true identity and the fortune that comes with it. But just as she plans to come clean, she walks in on her husband and sister in an intimate embrace. Shattered and enraged, Pearl wastes no time—she files for divorce and vanishes from her old life. Then, tragedy strikes. News of Pearl’s untimely death spreads like wildfire, leaving her loved ones in shock. But four years later, Pearl wakes up in a remote province with a hazy memory and no clear recollection of her past. Starting fresh in an unfamiliar world, she crosses paths with Lucian Thatcher, a powerful billionaire with one of the world's largest empires. As fragments of her memory start to return, Pearl pieces together the betrayal she once faced. With her past slowly coming into focus, one thought consumes her—revenge.

"It's the third time this week that I'm donating my blood to this strange lady that you never seem to take your eyes off of, even with me in the room!" Emily had paused very strand of fear she had for Liam as she yelled tearfully. Liam was her husband but the four years of their marriage were like four decades of unending torture and misery. She was completely in love with him but Liam detested her in turn, he married her only to inherit the family's multi-billion dollar business and once he's gotten that, tossed her away. Emily, despite living under his shadows for several years, believed that he would one day learn to love her as his wife but her hopes were shattered when Liam repeatedly demanded for her blood for his sick mistress. She could handle being maltreated but not cheated on, and drained of blood to the point of death. Emily demanded for divorce and he happily granted her wish but unknown to him, she was pregnant which was an outcome of a drunk night. ** No parents, no home, no money, Emily hoped for death but was miraculously rescued by a stranger. She returns to the country a few years later with her child who is the direct copy of Liam. "Boss, your ex-wife is back, and she seems to be married with a child who looks exactly like you," "They are both mine, and I will fight for what's mine!"

Three months after my baby was born, I found out my husband, Joe, was cheating. The other woman? Hailey. Pregnant and smug. Joe actually got on his knees, begging for a divorce. I said yes. Until I could find a place, Joe's mom, Claudia, let me stay at the house. "Hailey," Claudia said, "you'll handle all the household responsibilities now." Hailey, all fake enthusiasm, chirped, "I'll take good care of this family!" Claudia replied, "Great. You'll start your day at five making breakfast. When Luca's hungry, you'll feed him and change his diapers. Once he's down for a nap, clean the house, grocery shop, and prep lunch. Laundry in the afternoon, tea service mid-day, then bathe Luca and cook dinner. After that, you'll put him to bed." Hailey's face? Priceless.

My husband and I scratched off a five-million-dollar lottery ticket at a lottery shop. Before we even had time to celebrate, the rosary I had worn since childhood suddenly snapped, a single bead cracking clean off the chain. Without another word, I grabbed him and tried to buy tickets that very night to flee back to the southwestern mountains. The lottery shop owner stared at me in shock. My husband clung to the metal shutter and roared, "Have you lost your mind?" But I gripped that broken wooden bead tightly. "We leave now." My husband flung my hand away, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm claiming this prize today. If you dare run, we're getting divorced!" I nodded without hesitation. "Fine. The five million, plus the used car at home, all go to you. I'll leave with nothing... "But tonight, I have to leave this city."

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.