Left Eye Daughter Novels & Stories

Julian didn’t get cold feet. He got on a plane, back to Selene, back to the woman he swore was history, and left Mira to realize, in real time, in front of everyone she knew, that three years meant absolutely nothing to him. Atherton doesn’t forget things like that. It doesn’t even try. So when Sebastian Calloway offers his name, Mira takes it. She signs the contract, lifts her chin, and tells herself it’s just survival. A cold arrangement between two people who have never liked each other. He tells her he wants it real. She almost believes him. She hates herself a little for that. Because Sebastian isn’t doing this out of kindness. Mira is useful, her name, her influence, the quiet authority she carries without even trying. A woman still raw from humiliation is a woman who won’t look too carefully at the hand she’s reaching for. He knows that. He counts on it. What he doesn’t count on is actually falling for her. Initially it seemed like he was overthinking things, but it happened at once, the way she rebuilds herself without complaint, the way she challenges him without flinching. By the time Sebastian realizes he stopped strategizing and started feeling. Then Julian returns. Regretful. He made a mistake. Mira doesn’t take him back. That’s when he stops being sorry and starts being dangerous. Bitter and bruised, Julian finds an unlikely ally in Tracy, Sebastian’s best friend, who has her own quiet grievances and her own score to settle. Together they become exactly what Mira and Sebastian’s fragile, complicated marriage cannot afford, two people who know exactly where to press to make everything collapse.

Kelvin Woodhouse is thrown into a whole new world after the demise of his grandma and the loss of his job in one day.. He is forced to find a job quickly to fend for himself and his little brother, Jacky. He is lucky enough to be the personal assistant of the Mayor's daughter, Anna Thompson whom he later falls for.. In time, her siblings, Ralph and Katherine falls in love with him too. Kelvin isn't interested in any of them but tries to get to Anna who isn't allowed to return his love.. Love, hate, broken trust comes to light as kelvin thinks she had only used him for her selfish needs.. Does kelvin get the love of his life? How does he scale through all his difficulties?

I had been married to Alexander for three years. Everyone feared his ruthlessness, but he had always been incredibly gentle with me. But ever since Elena took a bullet for him during a shootout six months ago, everything changed. He always said she got hurt saving him, so I had to be accommodating. At the family’s most prestigious gala, my husband—the Don, Alexander—arrived with his secretary, Elena, on his arm. Pinned to her chest was the ruby brooch that symbolized the position of the Donna of the family. "Elena took a bullet for me. She liked the brooch, so I let her borrow it for a while. Regardless, you are the only donna here. Try to show some class." I didn't argue with him. I just removed my wedding ring and pulled out the divorce papers: "Since she likes it so much, she can have it. Including this seat next to you. I'm giving that up, too." Alexander signed without hesitation, a cold smile on his face. "What kind of manipulative trick are you playing now? You're an orphan, separated from your family, you won't survive three days in Sicily. I'll wait for you to come back begging me." I took out an encrypted satellite phone I hadn't used in three years. Alexander didn't know that I was actually the youngest daughter of the oldest Mafia family in Europe. But my family and Alexander’s had always been enemies. To marry him, I had changed my name and even severed ties with my father and brothers. The call connected. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Papa, I regret it. Send someone to pick me up in two weeks."

It was all supposed to be a revenge, but she came into the picture and the plan changed. Declan Voss. A man who never forgives a wrong...you wrong him once. You pay back in folds. One of those who wronged him eight years ago is going bankrupt. A rival. A man who took what's his. Declan Voss had waited so long to carry out his revenge until the perfect opportunity came. His Rival's daughter came applying to his company. Zara Langford. Making his whole plan more interesting. Everything was going as planned until a mistake. A mistake that made his bait walk away. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. Revenge was supposed to feel good. It feels like nothing without her. Obsessive. Impossible to stop reading.

Francine Forenbach is the Green River Pack's Princess. The great Alpha King's daughter. At the age of 14, the Forenbach family adopted an unknown civilian. The Forenbach provided him with garments, food, and shelter. Azure's life has always been sad and lonely since he was born. But as he entered the Pack, he began to rethink the decision that had always surrounded his mind. Francine developed feelings for Azure. As they mature, Azure finds himself vulnerable, realizing that his feelings for his adoptive sister are not the result of their shared childhood. Now that they are both consenting adults, the two must figure out how to understand their feelings before things get even more complicated. He couldn't possibly love her. Francine is forbidden to love. It is a sin to love her. She is his younger sister. But the question is... how could he resist those innocent brown eyes?

After losing her sight in an accident, Ivy Morgon built her life around trust—trust that her husband, Hunter, would be her anchor, and trust that the world she could no longer see was still as safe as she believed. But when she catches him cheating right under her nose, every illusion she clung to shatters in an instant. If there’s one thing Ivy Morgon has never done, it’s accept defeat. The people around her may have mistaken her blindness for weakness. They may have forgotten the woman she used to be—strong-willed, sharp-minded, and impossible to break. But Ivy hasn’t forgotten. She knows exactly who she is. And she’s about to remind everyone else. Just as she sets her revenge into motion, a ghost from her past reappears—a man she never expected to face again. A man who never held any regard for their sacred relationship. He brings with him a dangerous offer: “Be mine. And I can make this revenge even more fun."

My stepdaughter, Alana Greenwood, brought me some abortion medicine on her Coming-of-Age Ceremony. Everyone around knew of her little "prank", but none came to stop her. Even my husband just stood and watched. I smiled bitterly as I took the medicine and drank it in one go. I immediately felt the pain in my lower abdomen. My head began to spin, but I could still hear the harsh tone in Alana’s voice. "Well, did you think you could replace my mother after giving birth to your child? Let me tell you this, Dad agreed to marry you back then because I was young and was in need of a free nanny! If you dare think about replacing my mother, you will be kicked out of the Greenwood family!" I covered my stomach and took a deep breath. "There's no need for the trouble. You're an adult now and I've completed my task. I'll leave... tomorrow."

I, Taylor Laurent, go to the hospital's emergency department because of severe abdominal pain. When I wake up, my mom, Jocelyn Nord, stares at me in terror and asks, "You are not my daughter. Who are you?" Helpless and regretful, Hank Gibson, the doctor, says to my mom, "She is your daughter, it's just… an accident." My mom can't accept it and jumps off the hospital building, killing herself instantly. Hank is suspended because of this incident and, under my questioning, chooses to kill himself by hitting a wall. When I finally find my life partner and take the premarital medical exam, the staff tells me something that chills me to my bones.

Once, I was their princess. And then Kylee showed up. Having been in the foster system the majority of her childhood, my parents treated her like a charity case and gave her everything. At 13 years old, Kylee was adopted. Then the "accidents" started happening. Kylee would be walking past me and would suddenly fall over. "Oh, Mom! Sarah didn't mean it! Shes just having a hard time adjusting to her new sister!" Eventually, her little accusations turned into straight out bullying and, well, I'm sure you can figure out the rest. I did my best to ignore Kylee. I got a job as early as the law would allow. I saved my money. I got the best grades in school, becoming the class valedictorian. My parents didn't notice, though. They were too busy playing into Kylee's 5-year-long pity party. Don't worry, though. Soon I'll be gone to Harvard and you can have the happy family you wanted. I don't need you, anyways.

When I went to pick Diana Grant up, she just tossed the car keys toward me. Dangling from the silver ring was a plush white bear pendant. I paused, knowing that she had never kept a keychain or a decorative charm on her keys. Once I slid into the driver's seat, the entire alignment felt off. The seat had clearly been adjusted. "Did you let someone else drive your car?" I asked, keeping my voice casual. Dazed from the alcohol, she offered a dismissive shrug. "Yeah. I lent it to an employee for a quick business trip." I didn't press further. The next morning, the chime of the doorbell broke the silence of the house. When I pulled the door open, a shy, clean-cut young guy was standing on the porch. He blinked, then forced a sheepish smile and handed over a cup of coffee. "Hi," he stammered. "I'm just here to drop off a fresh coffee for Ms. Grant." But my attention wasn't on the coffee. My gaze dropped to his left hand. Twirling lazily around his index finger was a set of keys, and swinging from the metal loop was the same white bear pendant. I took the coffee cup from his hand and quietly closed the door. In the room, Diana's phone lit up on the table. A new notification flashed across the lock screen. It was a message that read: [Diana, I just met your husband. He looks kind of scary. Coffee was delivered safely anyway. Try to drink less alcohol next time, okay?] I picked up the phone and pulled up the video camera. With the recording running, I held the coffee cup over the kitchen sink and slowly poured the warm liquid down the drain. Then I uploaded the recorded video to Diana's social media, broadcasting it to her entire social circle. The caption read: [Thanks for the concern, but she doesn't drink coffee.]