Me Thinking Novels & Stories

Shenna Rein Reyes lived for many years thinking that her husband, Ice Prince Farthon is dead... but everything changed when Antonio Kartel appeared in her life... a poor farmer who looked like her husband a lot.

Everything started at the conflict between the siblings of the king. Conflict that bring their future into the great distruction. Thinking that his eldest son would bring true success to the kingdom, he had no doubt that he had to be the next king, and didn't bothered thinking twice before giving him the throne. He never believe what his younger son told him about his brother and ignore all the bad issues. Prince Artemis, lovingly and caring to his constituents was deeply sadden thinking that he failed his people and his mother. His father didn't even give him a chance to prove his worth, instead' he was driven away and was branded as an immoral prince. Prince Dator, as a natural greedy prince didn't contented of what his father punishment, he secretly give an order to kill Prince Artemis. He is also the reason why Prince Artemis accused raping. Unknown to the awaited danger, Prince Artemis traveled alone. But unfortunately, he was ambushed by a group of people who paid by Prince Dator. Xinniang saved him and bring him to Mount Povo. On the other hands, prince Dator, who is now the king, begin to sow evil. Increased the taxes, killed people and abduct child. A series of crimes and murder occurred in the whole kingdom. In order to save the beloved kingdom, Prince Artemis and Xinniang traveled to the lost kingdom. They seek help and prepared for the imminent war that was coming. A major and bloody war happened between the siblings. Many have lost their lives, eventually good always win againts the evil. The greedy king died, Prince Artemis saved his kingdom. Later he was appointed as the new king together with his beloved Xinniang. In the end, they eventually got married and ruled the kingdom.

"Scarlet you don't know how much I miss you, I'm almost crazy thinking about you every night, I'm going crazy because I'm not next to you. I can't bear to go to you." "I can no longer restrain myself from claiming you."

“You’re mine and you can’t escape from me, love.” — Darius Slate Ventura ♡♡♡ Heislee Jean Velasco, a woman who loves to ride a bike. Madalas nakikipagkarera sa mga kapwa niya biker sa daan. Ngunit paano kung ang simpleng pagsakay ni Heislee ang magdadala sa kaniya sa kapahamakan na kung saan ay puwedeng magpabago ng kaniyang buhay? Isang mayaman na lalaki na ginawang libangan ang pakikipagkarera. Na kahit bike, o sports car ang gamitin ay kayang-kaya niyang ipanalo. Siya ang aksidenteng nahamon ni Heislee sa daan. Ang lalaking tatalo sa kaniya sa karerang sinimulan niya. He won’t be a professional racer for nothing. Ang mga ganitong klase ng libangan ay sisiw na lang sa kaniya. Sa tagal ba naman nito sa industriya, hindi pa ba niya kabisado? The moment their paths collide, Darius didn’t even hesitate to claim his prize. He marked her without even thinking twice while they were in the middle of the road. He doesn’t care anymore if someone sees them. As long as he claimed what he needed, everything would be meaningless. “You finally lowered your pride and beg for me to fuck you, huh?” he said, looking at her intently. An irresistible lust suddenly kicked in when they first met, and even if they meet a hundred times, it will be the same. The tension between them is still there.

“Cum for me and be a good girl.” "Then make me, Roigie. Or are you only a commander when I’m already yours?" Roigie is used to being in total control—he’s a Villarreal, it’s in his DNA. When he gives a command like that, he expects absolute submission. He’s using his dominance to mask the fact that he’s actually obsessed with Aria. But Aria? She’s a rebel. She knows that the only thing Rogie wants more than her obedience is her reaction. By challenging him to make her, she’s flipping the script and making him work for the control he craves. Even though they’re at each other's throats, there’s this toxic, possessive energy. Aria is thinking, “If I’m going to be a good girl, it’s only for you”. She hates that she wants him, especially since she’s hiding the pregnancy, but she’d rather be under his command than anywhere near Luigi. While Roigie is busy trying to command her in the bedroom, Luigi is outside waiting to ruin it all. That’s the irony of the love triangle—Roigie is so focused on winning the war inside their marriage that he doesn't see Luigi playing a dirty game with their reputation. Every time Aria submits or fights back, she’s also trying to distract Roigie so he doesn't feel the shapewear or notice her morning sickness. She's playing a lethal game to keep her heart and her secret safe.     

After a heartbreak, Isabella spends one reckless night with a stranger. Then walks away, thinking it meant nothing. But the next morning, her new boss turns out to be that same man… he spent a night with. And when two lines appear on a pregnancy test… everything changes. Bound by a contract with no love and no expectations, they pretend it means nothing. But the more they fake it… the more real it becomes. When betrayal and manipulation threaten to tear them apart… Will Isabella walk away again… or finally stay?

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

One Passionate Night Katarina was devasted after seeing her boyfriend, f**king other woman and pushing her away. Thinking that for many years that they spend together, Dark only seen her as someone that he can't f**k. But little did she know that she's being desired all the time, by a guy who's breaking in into her house, watching every inch of her movements. What will happen if Katarina knew that the man she used to rely on is the man who's following her all the time?

Discovering an unknown city in the middle of the forest, a proud lesbian Claudia Laurel is transported to the night that she’s going to marry the rumored gay alpha, Pietro Leicester, to stop the prophesied war. Thinking that it was outrageous, she did everything she could to leave the place but she failed. Determined to go back home, she agreed on living with the alpha for 100 days and leaves afterward. However, upon learning the truth of her identity, that she’s not much of a stranger to this city and the man she’s living with, will she still choose to leave? Would love be enough for her to stay in his world forever?