Mehwish Ali Novels & Stories

I was a retired mercenary. A middle-aged man like me, without any ‘proper’ skills, could only work as a stockkeeper at a private company. On my first day at work, the warehouse lost an important item, and I was accused of stealing it. My new colleagues scoffed. "Hand over what you stole, you penniless loser! This warehouse hasn't lost anything for eight years. If you hand over the stolen item, we'll submit an appeal letter on your behalf when you get arrested by the police." I stepped forward to look at a mark left behind in the corner. "I can find what was stolen." The entire warehouse fell silent. When my boss arrived after hearing the news, he scrutinized me condescendingly. "If you can find the stolen item, I'll give you half of the company shares. If you fail, you'll have to pay with your life!"

My nanny, Lucci Eyre, liked to call herself an independent, modern woman. She used to tell me every day to be self-reliant, do my own laundry and cooking, take care of the kids by myself, and even suggested that I divorce my husband. Later on, I found out that she was actually a social media influencer. Without asking for my permission, she made a series of videos trying to make me look pathetic as a Stepford wife. She also stole my jewelry and clothes. After I fired her, she accused me in the live stream of being a rival female competitor and pandering to men. Then one of her crazy fans tricked her way into my home and poisoned me. When I woke up again, I was reborn to the day I discovered that her social media account had millions of followers. ‘Since you're so into live streaming and making short videos, why not show everyone who you really are and let them see the independent woman that you are?’

In the first year after marrying Victoria Kingsley, I choose to celebrate the holidays with her in her childhood home. At dinner, my mother-in-law suddenly claims that she's lost her gold bracelet. That's when Victoria's childhood friend, Jonathan Zane, points at me. "You must be the one who stole the bracelet! After all, you've been a serial pickpocket since you were young!" Everyone turns to stare at me, their gazes unkind. I thought Jonathan must have mistaken me for another person, so I tell everyone that I never stole the bracelet. But Jonathan continues confidently, "You were punished for stealing from others in high school all the time! Not to mention, I saw you at the police station last month! There's no way I'd have gotten the wrong guy!" Then, Jonathan lays down the details including the time, location, as well as the clothes I was wearing that day. All I feel is mixed feelings at the moment. The thing is, I was at the police station because I needed to obtain some evidence. After all, I'd already joined the judiciary a long time ago. Last month, I was even promoted to the presiding district court judge.

Nessa was betrayed by her mate, who had cheated on her with a woman he always told her not to worry about. Nessa found Leon and Abby together. She decided to reject their mate bond. But Abby wasn't satisfied; she wanted to make Nessa suffer even more. Therefore, together with Kylie, Leon's mother, they poisoned Nessa and made her lose her wolf spirit. This angered Nessa, who decided to leave the pack and end up in Capital City, where she met a strange alpha. Sometimes he was very kind, sometimes he wanted to kill her.

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

Merida has always just tried to make it through the day without drawing any unwanted attention, given she is about to face the scariest thing in her short life. The man she once loved, who tried to kill her. Only now she is faced with a new revelation. That there are other individuals that want her dead, all because of who she is. Yet who is she? For she doesn't think it is the 14-year-old human girl, nor are her friends who she thought they were. Nothing is as it seems! Not even her family! Plus, there is the strange new man in her life, who promises to never leave her side. As well as this dark shadow that seems to follow her everywhere and in every ERA.

"Your whole body and scent are my new addiction, Carla Rodriguez please be mine." His deep sexy voice sent my insides into a delicious frenzy I could not resist anymore. But my mind was conflicted with the new revelation. How could the same man say he wanted me now when he was the one who brought out the marriage contract in the first place??? ***** My name is Carla Rodriguez, newly divorced, newly broke, and newly homeless... until I met Ethan Black, the devil in an Armani suit who made me sell my soul to him for his personal reasons, I dared not to find out... Now he says I'm his new addiction???

Laura was a small child when her grandparents took her from her unfit mother. She was abused as a child physically and emotionally by her mothers boyfriend. She runs into a very powerful gang leader at the same time she runs into her mother and her abuser. Will he help her?

She woke up being the fiancée of an Italian whom she does not know, owner of a great fortune, who offers her a fairy tale life until she discovers the deceptions and betrayals that hide behind her happiness, which will push her into the hands of the mafia

A divorced billionaire with a personality disorder and a woman who had her engagement called off. Two broken hearts trying to mend each other, fighting to sustain each other. Oliver Harrison seems too broken to be mended, an empty shell who no longer see the colours of the world, will the two find solace in each other? And what if Oliver's hidden and obsessive personality falls in love with this woman, the only woman who had embraced him when everyone shunned him, Will Oliver welcome the love, or will she reject the love his counterpart had chosen even when he doesn't feel the same?