Melanie Evans Novels & Stories

In the heart of New York City, where dreams soar and rivalries run deep, two families are in a bitter feud: the Westwoods and the Kingsleys. This old rivalry, fueled by betrayal and loss, casts a long shadow over their lives. Charlotte Evans, a top architecture graduate, starts her dream job at Kingsley Enterprises. Raised by loving parents, Charlotte has always sensed a disconnect between her past and present. Fragmented memories of a grand mansion and an elusive family haunt her, but she has buried these thoughts, focusing on her promising career. At Kingsley Enterprises, Charlotte crosses paths with Asher Kingsley, the company's ambitious CEO. Their immediate connection—fueled by mutual admiration and powerful personal attraction—begins to grow. Asher is intrigued by Charlotte's cheerful approach to her career and a deep bond forms between them. And then there's Kianna Westwood, who views Charlotte as a threat to Asher’s affection. As Charlotte and Asher's relationship develops, old family secrets emerge, threatening to destroy everything they’ve built. Charlotte must confront her hidden past and decide whether their love can withstand the revelations that threaten to tear them apart. In New York, where every building tells a story, Charlotte and Asher’s journey is just beginning, and their love must endure the test of time and truth.

"What do you want, Lila?" he asked, his voice dropping as he took in her confident posture. It was a question filled with both dread and anticipation. She smiled, a slow, seductive curl of her lips. "I've shown you how much I care about you. I want you to give me what I deserve." She stepped back, her hand reaching behind her to unzip her uniform. She slid it down her shoulders and let the dress pool at her feet. She stood in her lace undergarments, watching as his eyes raked her body. " I want you to fuck me, Alexander." In the gilded halls of the Harrington estate, appearances are everything. Victoria Harrington is the perfect wife, and Alexander Harrington is the epitome of success. But beneath the surface of their flawless lives, secrets fester in the shadows. When Lila Evans, a quiet and unassuming waiting lady, enters their world, the delicate balance of power begins to shift. What starts as a dangerous attraction soon spirals into a web of lies, betrayal, and scandal that threatens to unravel the very fabric of the Harrington’s’ carefully curated existence. As hidden truths come to light and past sins resurface, loyalties will be tested, and no one will escape unscathed. In a world where trust is fragile and deception is the norm, one wrong move could bring it all crashing down. How far will they go to protect their secrets? And who will be left standing when the dust settles?

On the day of my wedding, I had just discovered I was pregnant when news of Gavin Holt's death reached me. I wept until my eyes were swollen, yet still clung to his portrait and insisted on completing the ceremony. The very next day, his twin brother Sebastian Holt, came with Charlotte Evans, to break off the marriage on behalf of his brother. "My brother said before he died that Charlotte was his one true love. If she cannot enter the Holt family, he'll never rest in peace!" Taking advantage of the fact I had no family to back me up, Sebastian shamelessly brought Charlotte into my bridal chamber and slept with her. Their moans and gasps filled the room. On the very first day of my marriage, I was humiliated by my own brother-in-law and turned into a laughingstock for the entire city. Then, by chance, I overheard their conversation. "Gavin, you lied to Emily, told her you were dead. What if she finds out?" "She's so foolish. Even now, she mourns my 'death' with blind devotion. Once she gives birth to the child, we'll drive her out of the Holt family." Only then did I learn the truth that the one who had died in that car accident wasn't Gavin at all, but his twin brother! Later, I chose to end the pregnancy and leave. Yet he went mad, begging me to return.

Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are written in something far more dangerous. Julian Evans has built his entire life on numbers; precise, logical, unyielding. As a forensic accountant, he follows the money, exposes the lies, and never gets close enough to feel the heat. Until the trail leads him somewhere no paper audit can protect him from: directly into the orbit of Alastor Vane. Powerful. Patient. Ruthless in ways that would make lesser men confess to sins they never committed. Their arrangement is simple on paper. Julian gets access. Alastor gets cover. No feelings. No complications. No crossing the line that separates what they are from what they could become. But the line keeps moving. The deeper Julian digs into the fraud unraveling at the edges of Alastor's empire, the more he realizes the rot isn't coming from outside, and the man he's supposed to be investigating might be the only one keeping him alive. Someone inside wants the investigation buried. Someone inside knows Julian's name. And the closer he gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to remember which side of the law he's supposed to be standing on. He came for evidence. He's staying for reasons he refuses to name. Because the most dangerous thing in Alastor Vane's world isn't the enemies at the door. It's the forensic accountant who's starting to look like home. A dark omegaverse romance. Slow burn. Morally complex. Not for the faint of heart.

⚠️ ADULT CONTENT WARNING!!! This book is strictly for readers 18 and older. It contains highly explicit sexual content, taboo themes, and intense dominant/submissive dynamics. Proceed with caution. "You have no idea, do you, Melanie?" Her stepuncle murmured, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "Your stepdad’s been fantasizing about you for so fucking long, it’s practically making him sick. He’s been dying to ruin you." Her heart did a violent flip in her chest. She should have been completely mortified by the raw confession. She should have been disgusted that her stepdad was looking at her like a piece of meat, or that her stepuncle was casually talking about it in their family living room. But instead, a wave of liquid heat flooded her lower belly. Her traitorous, filthy cunt began pulsing with a wild, animalistic intensity, soaking through her thong in a desperate gush. She was so aroused it made her dizzy. DIRTY CUM-MANDMENTS is a collection of short, scorching adult stories about what happens when you crave the one thing you’re absolutely not supposed to have. Behind closed doors, powerful men are making the rules—and the women are finally tired of fighting the temptation to submit. Each story drops you right into a different forbidden setup. Think billionaire bosses trapping their sassy assistants in tight spaces where they can't run away. Think your ex-boyfriend’s intimidating dad looking at you with a hunger that makes your knees shake. Think a woman caught between multiple dominant men who have no intention of sharing her with the rest of the world, only with each other. Each chapter introduces a new "Daddy" who knows exactly what he wants, how to get it, and how to make her beg for more.

After I graduate from college, my uncle, Malcolm Caldwell, convinces my family to chip in and open a seafood restaurant. Dad and I wholeheartedly agree with his suggestion. Since then, we work as the restaurant's cooks. Five years later, our seafood restaurant becomes the top restaurant on the city's Must-Eat List. Our monthly profits hit more than 200 grand. On the day the earnings are to be split among us, Uncle Malcolm pockets 150 grand. Then, he passes 150 grand each to my cousins, Maxwell and Melanie Caldwell. The remaining sum, which is less than eight grand, is handed over to Dad and me. When faced with our questions, Uncle Malcolm adapts a matter-of-fact tone. "Max is in charge of dealing with the customers. He has suffered a lot just by having to deal with so many fussy customers every day. "Mel is the one in charge of the finances. She's worked so hard calculating every cent in the profits that we've earned." Then, Uncle Malcolm turns to look at us. "As for you two, all you do is hide in the kitchen all day. I bet you two have secretly taken many bites out of the customers' food all these years, right? "Since we're relatives and all, I shall not hold you accountable. How about this? If you two work hard, I'll make sure to reward you well if our profits double again next month." Dad is so furious that he's practically shaking. But I just hold his hand calmly and accept the money. "Fine. You can split up the shares however you want, Uncle Malcolm. I'm fine with it." Soon, they will realize that Dad and I are the actual profit generators, not them.

Farrah Evans is the definition of the modern-day liberated lady. Get drunk, get laid, and get your freedom. That was what she wants for the rest of her life. Not a percentage, not even in her dreams she imagined of being married and committed to only one man. The plan is to be a forever rich single Auntie who lives alone in a mansion, wears a pair of Gucci gloves on a wedding, and brag about traveling around the world while holding a limited edition LV bag on her Amigas.However, Uno Saldivar is the most persistent and longest suitor she encountered in her life. The man started to pursue her back in senior high days. Uno is a certified nerdy boy who got no fun, he's a studious, hardworking geek who aims to be one of the most successful men on their generation. And the one who will marry Farrah, the girl of his daydreams. Farrah doesn't know that she's falling for him. She is a known playgirl who hooks up with rich handsome boys and being with Uno will taint her image. She planned to escape the humiliation she'll experience so she never admitted to herself that she likes the man and covered it with anger. Annoyed and exhausted of him chasing her, she made a deal. "When I reached the age of twenty-seven and I'm still not married nor have a boyfriend, I'll marry you. If anyone of us refuses to get married, the one who rejects will pay the other million dollars." After years of being apart from Uno, a tragedy happened which turned her life upside down.

When I was ten, my mother married into the Corleone family, and I followed her into that house. Before Vincent Corleone learned to hate me, he had once treated me like a real little sister. Later, he became the one who hurt me most. He believed my mother had driven his own mother to her death, and from that day on, he made sure I paid for it. Humiliation, contempt, cruelty—he never spared me any of it. Then Leo Moretti, Vincent’s closest friend, confessed that he loved me. I thought he was my way out. I was wrong. The morning after I gave him my first time, I overheard him speaking to Vincent behind a half-closed door. “I got the photos from her first night,” Leo said quietly. “Are you really going to make them public?” Vincent’s voice was cold enough to freeze my blood. “She owes my mother a life. If I can’t take that, then I’ll make sure she pays another way. I want her ruined.” That was the moment I understood. The tenderness had been fake. The love had been a trap. And the man I had trusted most had been waiting all along to destroy me. What they didn’t know was that two weeks earlier, I had already received an invitation from Professor Evans at the world’s top international medical research institute. So this time, I left first. And I was never coming back.

My name is Melanie Sutton. The moment I'm reborn, the first thing I do is scatter the "ashes" of my best friend, Helen Doyle. In my last life, she got pregnant before marriage and was abandoned by both her boyfriend and her family. She struggled alone all the way through childbirth, only to suffer massive bleeding in the delivery room. With her last breath, she begged me to adopt her son. I agreed out of pity. To raise the child, I fell behind in my studies and was forced to drop out of school. With no choice, I took my adopted son, Aidan Sutton, with me to work, enduring endless humiliation and cold stares. Finally, when he turned 18, a talent scout discovered him. One movie later, he became an overnight sensation and won Best Actor. At the awards ceremony, Helen, whom I watched die 18 years ago, entered arm in arm with my ex-boyfriend, Joe Shepherd. Stunned, I rushed forward to confront her. She only smiled at me. "Congratulations, you passed the test." I stood there in shock as Joe explained proudly, "Helen is the daughter of the richest man. Who knows if you got close to her for her money? "Since you've raised our son well, you can be her ordinary friend. If you raise him until he gets married and has kids, then you can become Helen's best friend." My mind exploded. As if I wanted to be her friend. That was 18 years of my life! Overwhelmed by fury and hurt, I lunged at the two of them with bloodshot eyes. But Aidan suddenly rushed down from the stage and shoved me hard. "Are you crazy? How dare you hurt my parents?" Anger rushed to my head, and I passed out right then and there. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day Helen goes into labor.

Stanley Porter, my wife Jessica Evans’ close male friend, and I are both competing to be the next fire captain. In my first lifetime, I was chosen by a unanimous vote. On my very first night on duty as captain, Jessica came over to the fire station to celebrate with me. Sticking to my duties as captain, I didn't touch a single drop of alcohol. Yet, after drinking the chicken soup Jessica gave me, I fell into a deep sleep. That night, a massive fire broke out in the old district, resulting in the deaths of 58 people. Because I missed the station's alarm, I was accused of dereliction of duty and labeled as the main person responsible for the tragedy. The enraged families of the victims ended up beating me to death. In my second lifetime, I withdrew my name from the selection for captain. I handed the badge over to Stanley instead, saying, "You're better suited to be captain than I am." I'd assumed that this was enough to ensure that the fire couldn't be pinned on me. Yet, when the authorities looked into the fire, they ended up seeing me appear in the security footage from where the fire began. Everyone assumed I'd deliberately started the fire to get back at Stanley out of jealousy for losing out on the captain position. I now open my eyes again to live my third life. I watch as Stanley excitedly gives his speech on the podium after being made the captain. This time around, I submit a request for annual leave and take a cab straight to the airport.