Jimin Dog Name Novels & Stories

Scarred and wolfless, Renee is chosen by a powerful Alpha… only to be used, betrayed, and left for dead after her child is stolen. Seven months later, she returns with a new face, a false name, and a dangerous contract mating with her enemy’s brother, Roman Hastings. Revenge is easy, but falling for the wrong person is not.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

My name is Abigail Lynn Spencer, I had just turned eighteen when my father was arrested on embezzlement charges. I was kept entirely in the dark from what went on inside the courtroom from my mom, and September was the first time I got to see my dad in over a month, it was also the first time I ever saw Judge Damien “The Demon” Hale. Lawyers like my father feared Judge Hale, and women longed for him, blushing any time his name was mentioned. I was curious about Judge Hale from all these accounts of him, and I was eager to make my own opinion of the man. Little did I know that I would end up falling in love with him. He promised me to take care of me, to give me the world; I just didn’t know that the world he was referring to, was the underworld. What will happen to me there?

Alice Carroll, a bright young twenty five year old, graduated from Boston University with a degree in fashion and business management, returned to her home city of Seattle, Washington in the hopes of making a new name for herself instead of following in the shadow of her late mother, Amaryllis Carroll. She runs a small boutique that is fairly successful, and strays from her mother’s business, now owned by the ruthless Ford Mitchell. Ford Mitchell, a cold and calculated business owner, reigns over the publishing world with an iron fist. He has made his name through hard work and determination, plowing through small companies in the hopes of sustaining the power that his position gives him. He hardly has time for anyone but himself, but when he needs the copies of a few important documents that were lost in the wind by his lawyer, he has no choice but to hunt down the daughter of the previous owner, who happens to be as disinterested in him as he is in almost everything else.

“Who are you? You don't even know me. Why are you helping me?" I asked, and he just went back to his straight, expressionless face. "I'm D..... You are?" he asked, and suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. It must be because he looked like a cold-hearted person; maybe the chills were coming from him. Or maybe because I couldn't even get past the first letter of his name. Why won't I remember his name? What happened to me? What did my brother do? Why won't I remember the name of my mate?! Mated to the Beta of her pack, Diana struggles with sleepless nights as a Stranger visits her dreams every night showing her proofs that her life in the pack might be a lie and her mate may not be her true mate.

Arian Smith had one rule which was to keep his head down, work well as the president of the book club, and hold tight to the scholarship that gave him a second chance at life. But when he’s falsely accused of stealing funds from the school’s prestigious Book Club, the orphaned student is thrust into a scandal that threatens everything he’s worked for. Kael Palmer has everything including money, power, and a last name that opens doors. What he doesn’t have is the academic award that stands between him and his graduation. The Book Club was supposed to be his ticket out until Arian’s scandal threatened to shut it down. Desperate to graduate, Kael strikes a risky deal with Arian. “Clear Arian's name to get the best member award”. But as both boys dug deeper, they became closer to the forbidden. What will happen to them since they live in a world where love between boys is forbidden?

Betrayed by her own step mother and stepsister, she was left to die—her body dumped into the cold sea. Everyone thought she was gone forever. But she survived. Now, she’s back with a new name, a new face, and a heart hardened by pain. She’s not here for love. She’s here for revenge.

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions. The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own." I nodded obediently. Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror. My sister's expression darkened as she warned me coldly in my ear, "If you pull another stunt for attention, believe me, I'll throw you right back into the doghouse you came from." I obediently listened. That very night, I locked myself inside a dog crate. My sister froze in complete shock. Gritting her teeth, she yanked me out, staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Later, when my adoptive brother pretended to be sick, my sister forced me to donate blood for him. I obediently took the knife. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed straight through the artery in my wrist. By the time my parents rushed over, blood had just begun spraying out. They screamed in horror and lunged forward to press against my wound. "Somebody call 911! Now!!!" My sister had gone just as pale. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally stammered, "Mom, Dad… I only told him to donate a little blood to Eric. I never told him to slit his wrist…" I blinked. My sister wasn't lying. She really hadn't taught me that. It was something the traffickers taught me during the five years my family personally handed me over to them—to "learn obedience."

Married to Don Victor for three years, I thought I could finally forget the pain and betrayal of my ex-husband, Dominic. This cold, ruthless man ruled the East Coast underworld. But he handed me the world on a silver platter, healing my broken pieces. Until late one night. Victor's underboss called, frantic, begging me to rush to Manhattan's top private hospital. Victor and Dominic were in a standoff outside the maternity ward. Guns drawn, surrounded by their elite hitmen. They were inches away from sparking an all-out mob war. And standing between them was my ex-best friend, Chloe. She was visibly pregnant. The Commission's mediator slid a truce across the table. His expression was painfully awkward. "The security tapes are clear. The two Dons nearly blew up the entire floor just to decide who gets to stay in her room tonight." Numbly, I signed the papers as the Donna of the Costello family. Prenatal vitamins bought by Victor already piled high in the room. Meanwhile, his and Dominic's men were still arguing over the schedule—how the two Mafia Dons would split their week to keep Chloe company, three days each. When I walked up to the bed, the two lethal men who were just at each other's throats now stood guarding her on both sides. Victor shielded her belly. The same lips that used to kiss every inch of my body now spit out bone-chilling words: "I forced her. If you have a problem, take it up with me." My ex-husband, Dominic, glared at me viciously. "Keep your mad dog of a husband in check. Tell him to stop harassing my woman!" I slowly shook my head. Watching this farce, silent tears slid down my cheeks. A mobster's love... in the end, it's just a cheap lie. Victor, I don't want you anymore either.

Hi my name is Julisa. I am 17 and live in the Blood Lake Pack. Alpha Smith says he found me on his border when I was maybe 4 and took me in. I have no idea who my parents are. Alpha Eric Smith normally takes good care of me but he changed after I turned 14. I wish to know who my family was and what happened to them. I have a birth mark of a butterfly on my left shoulder but that's all the information I have. Alpha won't ever let me leave the pack and says it's too dangerous for a girl like me. Whatever that means. I have heard rumor of an Alpha Hades he apparently is supposed to be the cruelest Alpha alive. I'm not sure what it is but whenever I hear his name I get butterflies and feel like I am supposed to meet him. I just need to get away from Alpha.