June First Novels & Stories

June Hanson unintentionally spent a warm night with a man she just met. All she knew was the man's first name, Drake. She vows that one day she will take revenge on the man who slept with her that night and left before she woke up. However, June lost track of him. A year later, fate brought her to meet Drake again. But it was not like June had imagined. It turned out that Drake was the CEO at her new workplace. Drake Burton, that's his name. And what June hated the most was, Drake didn't remember her at all. When Drake begins to be soft on her, fate brings her to Alarick Joseph, the mysterious, gray-eyed man who saved her life from an accident. June had no idea that she was dealing with two dangerous men. The Dragon King and the Werewolf Alpha. Strange events make June realize that she has been caught in a war that began thousands of years ago. Follow my IG: @cindychen06

When the notorious business machine Derrick Hunt crossed path with our sassy June, It was only the beginning of an epic romance. They didn't exactly have a pretty first impression. He was dark, She was innocent He reviled in power, She believed in love He was empty, She was broken He was ruthless, She was hopeful They were poles apart in every aspect but that's when destiny decided to play cupid. When June met Mr Arrogant for the first time she was appalled, Why? Well, Derrick was only a name for her. For all, she knew he was her Andrew cause of their uncanny resemblance. Andrew was supposedly the love of June's life. She hit rock bottom when she found out he died in an accident a few years ago. So then Why does Mr Hunt look like him? Were they related? Can Andrew and Derrick be the same person but in what world would that be possible? What was the mystery behind their resemblance? Can June ever find the real truth? Can June fall in love again? Read more to find out. Warning: Addictive storyline and characters. Status: Completed. Copyright © HappieGeetie21

Ella believed her marriage was happy—until the night of her son’s birthday. Her husband didn’t come home, staying with his brother’s wife all night. So Ella took her son and left the country. Only then did her husband begin begging for them to come back. It was too late, wasn’t it?

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, June’s world doesn’t just shatter, it awakens. She thought she was an ordinary girl on the brink of graduation, adopted and unremarkable, carrying only unanswered questions about her past. But when the moon rises, so does the truth: she is a werewolf, heir to a bloodline steeped in ancient magic and bound by destiny. Thrust into a hidden world where power is currency and secrets are lethal, June finds an unlikely ally in Killian, a formidable wolf whose loyalty is as fierce as his strength. Their search for answers leads them from shadowed forests to the sands of Egypt, where a mystic oracle guards prophecies older than empires—and where June’s lineage is whispered as both salvation and doom. Along the way, they cross paths with a vampire tailor whose enchanted needles stitch more than fabric, weaving protection, deception, and fate itself. But even his magic cannot shield June from the greatest revelation awaiting her: a queen returned from the dead, risen to reclaim a throne drenched in blood and moonlight… and tied irrevocably to June’s own heritage. As the Council of Twelve tightens its iron claws around her, June must unravel the truth of her origins before it consumes her. Every step draws her deeper into a destiny she never asked for but can no longer escape. Her lineage is her power… or her execution.

Eve’s wedding is just a month away. Her mother's will is clear: If she wants her inheritance, she must marry before she turns twenty-five and have a baby before she turns 27. If she fails, everything goes to the family members who have been using her for years. The problem? She just caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister. Heartbroken and running out of time, Eve asks her best friend Devin to marry her. He's her only option and she has always believed that he is gay, so there's no risk of things getting complicated. But Devin has a secret. He has never been gay. He let her believe it because it was the only way to stay close to her. He has been in love with her for seven years. Now they're living together, pretending to be a happy couple to ensure she firmly secures her inheritance. Eve sees Devin as a sister presuming that he is gay and not attracted to her so she doesn’t care about going nude or wearing skimpy clothes in his presence. She invades his personal space using him as her personal stuffed toy. How long will this hot blooded man endure cold showers and blue balls before he confesses? How would he convince her to have a baby with him the natural way without revealing that he is straight? Time is ticking and those who stand to benefit if she fails are not waiting with folded hands.

Mature Content Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, intense power dynamics, and psychological obsession. ​ I was never supposed to belong in their world. One night changed everything. He was dangerous. Addictive. Unforgettable. And he walked away… not knowing his name or the war he belonged to. Then came Blake Grayson. Cold. Untouchable. The future Alpha heir. He offered me a contract, his fake partner in a world I barely understood. It was supposed to be simple. It wasn’t. Because the man I couldn’t forget? He’s Blake’s greatest rival. And neither of them are surprised to see me. Now I’m trapped between power, obsession, and secrets I was never meant to uncover. Blake watches me like he already owns me. Parker tempts me like he wants to ruin me. And Nathan… he sees through me in ways I can’t escape. But the truth? I was never chosen by accident. I’m the missing piece in a game they’ve been playing long before I existed. And when the truth comes out… I won’t be the one who breaks. I’ll be the one who ruins them all.

I'd just put the condom on when someone started pounding on the door. My wife, Jocelyn Gill, shoved me aside, panic all over her face. I shot a glare at the door. Her adopted brother, Calvin Tyler, stood there, flushed, staring at her. The bulge in his pants wasn't subtle. "Jocelyn, please help me. I feel awful. I think I'm having an episode!" Seeing him like that, nothing like before, my temper snapped. "Then go get treated. Why are you barging into your sister's room? You got no shame? You can't even get married because of this, so now you're wrecking mine?" Jocelyn rushed over and slapped me. "Finley, how can you say that? Calvin's still a kid. How could he think something that disgusting? Before his parents died, they asked me to take care of him. I'm a psychiatrist—if I don't treat him, how do I face them? You're acting nothing like a brother-in-law. Apologize to Calvin right now, or we're getting divorced!" In two years of marriage, I'd lost count of how many times she'd pulled that card over Calvin. Back then, I'd risked my life just to win her. She thought I'd never leave. She was wrong. This time, I was done loving her.

I thought my life was sorted. I have a sweet fiancé Marcus, a cozy apartment and my wedding Pinterest board on lock. As The classic good girl, I saved myself for marriage, never gave anyone trouble and always made safe choices. That was until I met Marcus’ dad Victor. He is tall, suave and deliciously charming. Everything about him turns me on without trying. Just one handshake and my body lit up like fireworks. I panicked and told myself it was hormones. I avoided him like a plague and even gave Marcus my virginity few months to our wedding but it didn’t work. One girls’ night and one weird-tasting drink, I find myself in his bed begging like I’d lost my mind while he ruins me for his son. Now I dream him every night while Marcus snores beside me like nothing’s changed. He has no idea I’m picturing his father when he touches me and that it’s his dad’s name I’m biting back when I come. I tell myself in the mirror every morning:
“Stop! You’re not this person.” But the second we’re in the same room? My willpower cracks. This isn’t cute at all. It’s messy, embarrassing and terrifying.
 The safest choice feels lonelier every day and the dangerous one feels like I’m finally breathing. What am I to do when the person I’m supposed to marry isn’t the one setting my body on fire and the one who is happens to be the last man I’m allowed to want? How long can I keep this affair hidden from Marcus when the wedding is so close and Victor is determined to have not just my body?