Long Way Down Will Novels & Stories

My name is Cedric Bainbridge. For six years, I've been hiding the fact that I'm married to Beatrice Thorne, the CEO. Despite everything, she won't allow our son to call her "Mom". Once again, his birthday slips her mind. Her thoughts are entirely consumed by her male secretary. I've had enough. I sign the divorce papers and walk away with our child for good. For the first time, Beatrice, who is always so calm, completely loses control. She storms into my office, demanding to know where I've gone. But this time, neither my son nor I will ever look back.

The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal. Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously. Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern. “Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.” I sneered. In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his. No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.” And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes. Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state. His fans called it karma. Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand. Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.

She was forced to marry a famous business tycoon by her stepmother. But he had no regards for her and could f*ck a bitch right in front of her or anyone. Having no other options, she decided to run away on her wedding day. While she ran, she got chased by her father's men until the country's first most richest heir rescued her in his car unknown to her who he actually was. Her problem got worsen when the heir instead of letting her go after helping her now decided to introduce her as his wife to his grandfather. When she objected, he threatened to have her family destroyed. Now Bella ran from a nightmare to a bigger nightmare.

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love." Important Author’s Note: This is a rewritten version of my book The Alpha’s Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna. From Chapter 12 onward, the story takes a new turn with fresh twists and drama. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy this new version!

Ethan Rivers thought he'd left his past behind—until the boy who broke his heart walks back into his life. Three years ago, Ethan confessed his feelings to Caleb Stone at their high school graduation party. Caleb's response? A cruel, public rejection that left Ethan humiliated in front of everyone. Now a confident junior at Riverside University, Ethan has rebuilt himself. New friends. New life. New rules: never fall for a straight guy again. But on the first day of the semester, Caleb transfers to Riverside. He's different now—quieter, more intense, and no longer the untouchable golden boy. When they're forced to work together on a group project, Ethan tries to keep his distance. But Caleb won't let him. Late-night study sessions. Accidental touches. Lingering stares that make Ethan's walls crack. Then Caleb drops a bombshell: his rejection wasn't real. He was terrified—of his family, of his feelings, of being anything less than perfect. He's been into Ethan all along. Now Ethan faces an impossible choice: protect his heart or risk everything for the boy who destroyed him. Through stolen moments, rain-soaked confessions, and heated arguments that end in desperate kisses, they navigate coming out, family pressure, and the question that haunts them both: Can first love get a second chance?

As far as Hendrix Freeman remembers, Noelle Swanson has always been a bore and a buzzkill. It's only after the divorce that he realizes she's gentle, tender, and alluring. But when he can't stop himself from gravitating toward her, she smiles and tells him, "You've been disqualified from my life, Mr. Freeman."

When Catherine Zyla unexpectedly became the Luna of the Silverspring Pack, her world was turned upside down. On the very day she discovered she was pregnant, the Alpha handed her divorce papers, shattering her dreams. The impostor heiress came to provoke her, and her mother-in-law disdained her for having no power or influence. Catherine decided to leave, packing her bags and planning to disappear with her baby. But just as she was about to go, a stunningly wealthy and influential men came to her rescue, arriving in a convoy of luxury cars and vowing to shower her with affection and care. Julian Liddell, the eldest of the six, insisted, "Cathy, wear these exquisite jewels every day!" As Cathy flourished, embraced by the lavish affection of the wealthy man, her desperate ex begged for a second chance, "Cathy, let's remarry."

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

GAMMAS OF LUST SERIES 2 👑 Hi. I'm a prostitute. Shocked? Don't be. I was named Dorothy McAllen by my parents but life made me Marilyn Paltan, a whore. I thought being a prostitute was the end of life, but little did I know there's still a light at the end of the tunnel. "Dori it's our mate!" My wolf screamed after five years she's being dormant. Mate? Does a prostitute have a mate? Not just a mate but Mates? Gamma Lucian and Gamma Lucifer the most powerful werewolf generals are my mates? Fraid they'll never take a prostitute like me I'm sure. But wait, when Lucifer grabbed my ass, his other hand pulled my jaws and I faced his ferocious eyes as he breathed, "I will support you, even if you wanted to become an assassin but any man that touches what belongs to me, will surely rot in hell!" I thought that was all untill Lucian opened the door and snatched me from his twin brother, before sealing my lips with kisses and then inserted a finger in my hole and warned me, "I own you Whore. Every hand that touches you expect mine will be dipped in the Hades till thy kingdom comes" Damn! The two of them are fuckin enemies! I mean I'm mates with twin brothers that hate each other. Save me!

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.