Legally Blonde David Kidney Novels & Stories

To save her first love, who suffered from uremia, my wife, who was a judge, used her influence to pressure the hospital into awarding one of my kidneys to him. I explained to my wife that I had kidney failure. Transplanting another kidney would mean certain death for me. However, my wife yelled at me in disgust, “His illness is serious, and you’re still acting jealous and competing for my attention? Do you even have a heart?” With the lawyer she hired, she won a court ruling that sent me to the hospital for the kidney transplant. In the end, my kidney failure worsened. I died alone in a forgotten corner of the hospital.

“His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. My body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. "Is... is this part of the contract?" I managed to choke out, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Do you want it to be?" he whispered back, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valentina was the invisible architect of the hockey star Harold Toval, sacrificing everything for his career. But her devotion is met with a nightmare, a leaked video of her boyfriend in an illicit threesome with her own cruel stepmother. Left homeless and broken, Valentina realizes she wasn't Harold's soulmate, she was his cover story. Stripped of everything, she strikes a lethal bargain with Harold’s greatest rival, Horace, the ice-reaper and the captain of the Ravagers Wolves. Horace has every reason to loathe her. Haunted by a dark family history, he has cultivated a legendary, violent hatred for blonde hair women. He intends to use Valentina's brilliant mind to ruin Harold, but the second their skin meets, a primal truth shatters his control, they are fated mates. What starts as a deal for revenge and also trapped in a cycle of fake dating leaves Valentina consumed by a raw hunger that leads to wild, punishing sex every single day, against the cold glass of his penthouse and in the back of his car. Their attraction is a dangerous drug. But in a world of pack politics and blood-debts, Valentina has traded one cage for another and she’s never wanted to be possessed more. Yet, the fallout is far from over. Harold won't stop until he sees them both destroyed” 18+ | Mature Content Warning!

The hospital suddenly called to inform me that the kidney I had been scheduled to receive had been transferred—by my husband—to his first love. I confronted him. He replied casually, "It's just one kidney. Are you really in such a hurry? Daphne needs it more, so let her have it first. You're not going to die anytime soon anyway!" I stood there holding the medical report proving he had uremia, and in that moment, my three-year marriage felt like a joke. Fine. He was right. I wasn't the one who was sick—so what was I rushing for?

The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live. On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson. “Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?” James chuckled, but his eyes were misty. “The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.” “I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.” After the interview, he called. “Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?” I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh. “I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?” James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.” He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.

My daughter Stella was dying—kidneys shot, barely hanging on. She needed a transplant. Fast. But my wife, Kylie—the hospital director—stole the donor kidney meant for Stella and handed it off to her old flame's kid instead. That boy lived. They celebrated. Played happy family while my daughter was bleeding out hope. That same day, I called Kylie. Told her Stella didn't have much time. All she said was, "That ungrateful brat's faking it again? Lying? If she wants to die, let her." Stella didn't make it. Her body gave out in the worst way. And when Kylie finally saw her—really saw her—she broke.

I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter. The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early. I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore? I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad. I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her. And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes. They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?

Arielle Marvel's normal and boring life is thrown into a rollercoaster of events when she finds out that her step father sold her off to the ruthless mafia boss Luciano Siegel to pay off his debt, she would do everything to pay off the debt and regain her freedom again, but then Luciano wanted her services but not in the way she had thought...

I left Seaport for Crellan, thinking I was about to marry Bryson. Instead, I got drugged and kidnapped on our engagement day. Barely conscious, I caught him talking to his assistant. "Doctor and kidnappers—handled?" Bryson said. "Get her kidney. Lily's out of time." The assistant wavered. "She's not in great shape. This could ruin her." That gave Bryson a flicker of guilt—but it vanished quick. "She's not fragile like Lily. She's a broke student. If her kidney didn't match, she wouldn't be living like this. That's worth it." His face stayed ice-cold. I clenched my fist so hard my nails dug in, blood pooling in my mouth. So that was true Bryson—a monster in disguise. He thought I wanted to sell my health for some empty marriage. Too bad I never wanted it.

After being betrayed and discarded despite sacrificing a kidney for an unappreciative lover, Varya finds herself torn between her mother's medical bills and the wreckage of her failed relationship. Determined to prioritize her well-being, she shuns the idea of love altogether. However, when billionaire CEO Kylo Cassian offers her a contract marriage as a lifeline to save her mother's life, Varya is faced with a pivotal decision. Will she dare to give love another chance, or will the scars of betrayal forever haunt her? As she navigates the complexities of her past and the uncertainties of her future, will Varya be able to confront her ex-lover and his family who callously played her, in order to find the closure and redemption she desperately seeks? Find out in the book.