Maybe Meme Novels & Stories

Sometimes there are times when your own salvation is not at all happy. For example, you managed to break away from assassins, but at the same time crossed the border of the cursed forest. Or killed the werewolf that bit you, and the first full moon, when you have to turn into a monster, is expected in only seven days. Or… when the one who agreed to help you seems more and more not a person. But maybe the latter is just not so bad after all?

For three years, I loved Kyril Grant with everything I had. I endured the whispers, the humiliation, and the cold bed while he spent his nights with her…his chosen mate, the perfect she-wolf his pack adored. When I finally discovered I was pregnant with his heir, I thought maybe, just maybe things would change. Instead, he shoved divorce papers into my hands and told me to sign. "You were only ever a placeholder, Aria. A hybrid like you could never be my Luna." So I left. I signed those papers, walked away from the Grant Pack, and disappeared into the night with his secret growing inside me. Five years later, I'm no longer the broken girl he discarded. I'm a successful businesswoman, a devoted mother to our twins, and I've built a life he knows nothing about. But Kyril Grant doesn't accept defeat. When he discovers the children, he'll burn down everything I've built to claim what he thinks is his. Too bad I'm not the same woman anymore. And this time, he'll be the one begging.

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

Love is undefined, unbound by rules. It is something that no person could actually give meaning to until he finds that one human being who gives him the exact definition of it. But is love enough to keep two people together? Or is it just another ideology that somehow got wired into everyone's brain? Or maybe people who are in love are simply blind enough to see the reality and would rather continue living in that paradise dream?

Jean Florence, a 20-year-old woman who is cheerful and always thinks positively. Suddenly has to bear a very hard life. The person we consider a mother has the heart to sell her to a gigolo to be used as a prostitute. At the auction, a man buys her completely for so much. Jean is freed from the brothel. Will Jean be released just like that? or will Jean's life change with the man who bought her? Or maybe Jean will be made a sex slave by him?

How do you escape from your shadow? Aizen learns the ability to control dark magic a thing her Grandpa warns sternly about but she's too tempted to stop after realizing the fact she could,but dark matter always came with a price... The secret her Grandpa had been hiding for years comes to light and it tears her apart... Will her darkest nights always remain dark or maybe there's hope...

"You stare at me like that, and I’ll kiss you till you drop." "Tsk. You don’t dare do it here." "You think so? Then tonight…" "Tsk. I knew it." Ethan and Ryan. Two racers who can’t stop bickering—or competing. What starts as a teasing banter quickly turns into heated kisses… and fights that spill off the track now takes place in the bedroom. Rivals, enemies or maybe something more. Are they ready to admit it?

“I thought our agreement was over.” Maera looked at Kael nervously. “Maybe it is, in your eyes. But not in mine. Whether your grandmother is alive or not, you are still bound to fulfill our contract. You must carry my offspring—whether you like it or not,” Kael replied, grabbing Maera’s hand and pushing her down onto the enormous bed draped in silk sheets. “Tonight, the seed must be planted in your womb,” he said before beginning to unite their bodies.

Have you seen anyone die in front of you? No? Well, I have, more times than I can count. I seem to have a morbid attraction to . Maybe it's like a superpower or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly the Crimson curse, as I like to call it. You would think that doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until a week ago. I guess seeing your parents get murdered in front of your eyes and seeing their blood and life slowly drain out of their body isn't the same as seeing your neighbour die from a heart attack when you were 9.One more thing you should know about me is that I can make you sleep with one touch. My parents both were doctors and put their abilities to best use. My father could heal everyone other than himself and my mother like myself could drop a person to sleep with just one stroke of the hand.Now I am off to Aliam academy for mastering my supernatural ability, apparently for which my mother enrolled me before dyeing. Well, looking at the bright side, there is one boy with violet-blue eyes and curly black hair and I am falling head over heels for him.

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.