Keep On Keeping On Novels & Stories

On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

My best friend wanted to adopt an injured kitten. Seeing the cat’s unusual appearance, I suddenly recalled a state-protected animal called the manul. Its young resembled cats but were exceptionally ferocious. So, I advised her against keeping it. But my friend would not listen to me and brought it back to our rental apartment. Unexpectedly, the manul seemed to understand human emotions and harbored a grudge against me. Five years later, it suddenly burst into my home and killed my entire family. I lunged to kill it, only to have my throat torn. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend adopted the manul. This time, I did not stop her from taking it in.

My husband brought home a set of triplets and insisted they were mine. I rushed to get a DNA test done overnight, and the results proved that none of the three children were related to either of us. But my husband lost it. He slapped me, called me disgusting, and forced me to sign the divorce papers, leaving me with nothing. Furious and shaken, I went to my best friend to vent. But the second she saw those three children, she grabbed the fruit knife from the table and slashed my face. “If you dare say they aren’t yours again, next time, I won’t stop there.” My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. That night, I bought a ticket and fled back to my parents’ house. I cried as I told them everything. But after hearing me out, they grabbed a garden hoe and beat me to death. Even as everything went dark, I still couldn’t understand why everyone was forcing me to accept three children I had never given birth to. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband first brought them home.

When Serena, eight months pregnant, is falsely accused of carrying another man’s child, her husband Roman forces her into a divorce and casts her out of his life without hesitation. That same day, she discovers an unimaginable truth—she is the sole heir to her reclusive billionaire grandfather’s multi-billion-dollar empire. From a discarded wife to a global heiress overnight, Serena’s fate is rewritten in an instant. Three years later, Serena has risen to become a powerful figure controlling vast business networks and quietly holds significant shares in her ex-husband’s company. Meanwhile, the truth behind her so-called “betrayal” begins to surface—everything was orchestrated by a fabricated pregnancy scheme and a calculated family conspiracy. Only then does Roman realize the devastating reality: The woman he threw away was never ordinary The child he rejected is his own daughter And the divorce he initiated was built entirely on lies Desperate to reclaim what he lost, Roman attempts to re-enter Serena and their child’s lives. But Serena is no longer the woman who once begged to be loved—she now controls the power, the rules, and the distance between them. He is allowed only limited access to his daughter under strict conditions, while Serena remains emotionally unreachable, protecting both her child and herself from the man who destroyed their past. As love turns into regret and power replaces dependency, Roman must face a painful truth: Winning her back is no longer about love— It is about whether he is even qualified to be forgiven

On the night I discovered my husband, Charles Lockheart's affair with the secretary, Whitney Keaton, both of them ended up dying in a fire. I was left with a pair of twins. Despite my family's objections, I decided to adopt the twins. For the next 18 years, I put in all of my resources, blood, sweat, and tears to raise them. Finally, they are accepted into Hallwood College, a globally prestigious college. But on the day the twins get into Hallwood College, Charles and Whitney, who are supposedly dead, make a shocking appearance before us. Whitney links arms with Charles, a wide smile on her face. "As expected of our biological sons! They really are amazing for getting accepted into Hallwood College! It's all thanks to you raising our sons that we got to spend so many years in our honeymoon phase!" Charles wears a victorious and smug look. He doesn't feel guilty in the slightest for faking his death. "Let's get a divorce, Brittany. Now is the best time for the twins to be reunited with Whitney and me." Everyone turns to look at me, waiting for me to have an emotional breakdown. But I remain cool and composed as I reply icily, "What a coincidence. I feel the same way."

BOOK TWO OF "MY SISTER'S HUSBAND LOVES ME" What happens when a mistake yields sweetness? Will you persevere in your mistake, or will you abandon it despite your soul's yearning for its sweetness? Destiny, plays a trick on the Baristanas family. After 18 years of loosing their twin daughter, an imposter is thrown on their way, as the daughter they lost, Evelyn Baristanas. To them they were grateful but what they don't know was their real daughter is been groomed by their enemy for revenge. ***** Angel Rodriguez, an 18-year-old girl, is determined to retaliate against the Baristanas family for a crime her mother accuses them of committing. She embarks on a quest to ensnare Chad Baristanas, her prey, and a wealthy billionaire, on the commands of her mother. But destiny has an obstacle for her. When Angel tries to seduce the billionaire, she finds herself in the arms of Doctor Mark Williams, a family friend she had mistaken for Chad Baristanas, who is quiet older the her. "Damn it, I made a mistake!" she curses. But her mistake proves difficult to shake off. With her mother pressuring her, can Angel let go of her feelings for the doctor and focus on her revenge? As her mother remains adamant about seeking vengeance, what will the 18-year-old do when she would do anything to earn her mother's love? What happens when Evan starts to develop love for his twin sister(the imposter)? What about the real truth behind Angel's real identity?

I’ve got a killer hourglass figure and siren eyes. In Hollywood, I’m the ultimate sex symbol. But after five years in this town, not a single producer would dare lay a finger on me. Because the man in my bed is Don Vincenzo, the most ruthless mafia boss in New York. Seven years together. Every time we finished, he’d hold me close, kiss me, and carry me to the bathroom to clean me up. I naively thought I’d be the only woman by his side. That I'd even be his Donna. Until the night of my 28th birthday. After the family dinner, I heard him sneer to his underboss: "Chloe is fun to play with, but for my Donna, I have other options." In that instant, I ripped out my cheap, pathetic heart. I became exactly what he wanted: a perfect mistress who only cared about his money. But Vincenzo didn't seem to like that. His dark, dangerous eyes locked onto mine. "Besides this Manhattan penthouse, is there really nothing else you want from me?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a fake gasp of surprise. "You mean I can pick out a Ferrari, too?"

Clark Johnson has always been invisible. A quiet bookworm in a very small Michigan town, he's used to being overlooked until the day Gordie Thomas, the school's larger football star, asked him to be his chemistry partner. What begins as an unlikely friendship quickly becomes something neither of them expected. But first love is rarely simple. As their secret relationship deepens, Gordie finds himself torn between the life everyone expected him to live and the feelings he can't seem to ignore. And when a girl enters the picture, Clark is forced to watch the boy he loves slip further and further away.