Less Than Zero Novel Novels & Stories

My name is Isekai is a story about a man that transmigrated to an alternate universe, Takamatsu thought that since he transmigrated that he should have a more better chance, he thought that he should be the hero of the his new word just Like every other transmigrant but was left to be disappointed since there was even a greater Plot behind his transmigration That he was just a chess Piece in

Aria Calloway takes the job because she has no choice. Her grandmother's medical bills are mounting, and a private nanny placement in Creston Heights pays more than she has ever earned. She does not ask why the house has armed guards. She does not ask why her employer's name makes people look away. She simply walks through the door and meets Luca, four years old and silent for three years, a boy who has not spoken since the night he lost his mother. Then she meets Damien Rossi. He is the undisputed head of the Rossi crime family: controlled, dangerous, and carrying a grief so large it has swallowed the entire house. He does not want warmth. He does not want connection. But his son begins to speak again the moment Aria arrives, and Damien cannot bring himself to send her away. What he does not know yet is that Aria's past is threaded through the worst night of his life. Her grandfather once served the very organization that ordered his wife's death. She did not know it when she took the job. But someone else did, and they placed her there on purpose. As the truth closes in and an old enemy makes his move, Aria and Damien must decide what they are willing to risk and who they are willing to trust. Because in the Rossi world, love is not just dangerous. It is the most powerful weapon of all. And someone is already using it against them.

She was struggling to wake up from her sleep though she's aware that it's a new day. She was yawning, stretching her hands when she felt a slight pain underneath, she placed her hands to the place the pain was coming from when she felt something watering.

My son is severely allergic to pollen, and because of his rare blood type, he must receive a specific desensitization injection at a bigger hospital in a different state. To make that happen, I deliberately booked the same flight as my wife just so our son could get help as soon as possible. But she insists on waiting for her late-arriving first love, refusing to let the plane take off. When I confront her, she says, "All passengers are equal. If the plane can wait for you, why can't it wait for him? Cam still needs to celebrate Josie's birthday. It's just ten minutes. Nothing will happen!" However, by the time we arrive at the hospital, the doctor tells us we missed the critical window for treatment. We were just ten minutes too late. Our son has now become a vegetable.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

“I'll marry you,” Andrea Thompson said in utter desperation. Marrying Colton Hudson, a man she had never met until that day, was something she never imagined doing. But when her boyfriend Anthony cheated with her step sister Evelyn, Andrea didn’t care. This was her only chance to regain her mother's company which was taken away from her by the people she loved most. Colton Hudson lost his mother in a hit-and-run accident, leaving him motherless at the age of ten. Sent abroad to study, Colton returned to Hillsdale twenty years later to take over his grandfather's company. The only woman he ever loved and trusted was his girlfriend, Evelyn—his savior. He cherished her with his whole heart, but to his dismay, she never showed up for their court wedding. That’s when he met Andrea Thompson. How will Andrea cope with the aftermath of her impulsive decision? What happens when Colton demands intimacy as payment for helping her regain her mother's company? If their one-year marriage works out, what will happen when dark pasts begin to surface?

”Please, don't hurt me…” I whimper, ”You are my mate, I could never hurt you…” He whispers, He's the new Lycan-Vampire Hybrid King She's an orphan with a mysterious past Their fates intertwined Their future together uncertain A rival pushing for power Visions of a new war Who will survive??

He slays, he kills, he rules, those who defiles his order faces greater consequences than death, he is gruesome. His presence alone is so domineering. He is Nathan Greene and most of all, the deadliest mafia king.

I thought I would be beaten and broken forever. It was the curse of not shifting. Without a wolf, I was no better than a human to my pack, an omega. I was there to serve and clean up after them. The only light in my life was my boyfriend, Jake. At least, he was until he decided to sleep with and mark my sister. When all hope was lost, and I was ready to make my escape, my life was turned upside down. The Lycan King was known to be cruel and heartless. He had slain thousands, ruled with an iron fist, and was now searching for his mate. Turns out, being a human was the least of my worries….

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair them off." Just like that, Iver and I signed the marriage papers. Our married life consisted of maxing out my second brother's credit cards, raiding my older brother's dinner table, and waiting for his sisters to show up with care packages. That was the routine, until my older brother sent us to attend a banquet at the Crestport tycoon's estate in his place. At the banquet, the tycoon's daughter, Portia Beaumont, waved around a blurry photo taken from behind and insisted I was the other woman who had stolen her boyfriend. I kept my temper. "You have the wrong person. I'm married, and this is my husband." Portia lost it on the spot and swung at me. "Married and still out here throwing yourself at men?" Iver stepped in front of me on instinct and took the slap meant for me. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. She sneered, "Oh, is he slow? His wife's out cheating and he can't even tell, but he still jumps in to protect her? One's a tramp, and the other's an idiot. The perfect match!" She flicked her wrist, and several bodyguards lunged toward us. "Get them both." My heart ached as I looked at Iver, and I dialed my older brother's number. "Someone's picking on me." These people had no idea. Crossing the four terrors of Kingsgate and living to tell about it was one thing. Messing with the two of us was something else entirely.