Middle Ages Novels & Stories

On our wedding, my boyfriend of five years, Lucas Hunter, is in the middle of sliding the wedding ring onto my finger when a little boy rushes up to him and hugs his leg. "Daddy, please don't ditch me and Mommy!" At that moment, his first love, Isabella Welch, walks over and shows the paternity test report in front of all the guests. "On the night Lucas and I broke up six years ago, I was already pregnant with his child." Lucas' expression changes drastically. He subconsciously glances at me afterward. "I didn't know about this, Vivian!" "Well, you do now," Isabella cuts him off. "By the way, not only am I your son's biological mother, but I'm also the sole daughter of the richest woman in Andaysia." She then shows Lucas something on her phone. The next moment, his gaze becomes passionate immediately. "I've given up on my marriage alliance just to seek you out, Lucas. I am the woman you should be marrying instead of that…" Isabella eyes me up and down. "Instead of that regular corporate slave." Lucas stays silent only for a moment before retracting the ring that has touched my fingertip. Then, he slides it onto Isabella's finger. I can't believe it. Is this really the man I've loved for the past five years?" "Have you thought this through, Lucas?" Lucas leans in to murmur into my ear, "Vivian, once I've secured the major project in the company with Isabella's help and get custody over my son, I'll give you an even grander wedding." I just chuckle icily in return before leaving the altar without even sparing him a glance. After that, I call Alexander Shaw, an admirer who has loved me for ten years, on the phone. "Are you busy? If not, come here and marry me." Then, I turn back to look at the new couple, who are in the middle of making their vows. Isabelle calls herself the daughter of the richest woman in Andaysia, she says. But how is it possible for me to not know that my mom has swapped me out for another daughter?

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.

After seven years of marriage, my husband, Marcus Doakes, gave every bit of his tenderness to his divorced first love and her daughter. From then on, I began teaching my own daughter to call him "Mister." When my daughter had an asthma attack and her little face turned blue from lack of air, one phone call from his first love saying, "Jacey is scared of the dark," was enough to make him leave. I covered my daughter's eyes and told her to whisper, "Goodbye, Mr. Doakes" At the parent-child piano competition my daughter had been looking forward to for ages, his first love cried that Jacey had no father to accompany her and was too afraid to go onstage. He turned and left without hesitation. I swallowed the ache in my chest and told my daughter, who had lost her chance to perform, to thank "Mr. Doakes" for coming to watch. Every time, my daughter could only wipe her tears silently in my arms. Later, he seemed to finally realize how much he owed us. For once, he canceled his business banquet and offered to take us to the amusement park for the weekend. But right at the amusement park entrance, his first love called again. "Marcus, the children at the amusement park are laughing at Jacey because she doesn't have a dad. Can you come pick her up...?" When I saw the pity and hesitation flash across his face, he had just crouched down to explain to our daughter. This time, before I could say anything to remind her, my daughter let go of his hand on her own. With tears still shining in her smile, she stepped back obediently. "It's okay, Mr. Doakes. Go protect that little sister. "I have the cotton candy Mommy bought me. That's enough."

Aria thought she had her life figured out… until she caught her boyfriend cheating in the middle of a crowded bar. But instead of breaking down, she does something reckless- something completely unlike her. She walks up to a stranger and kisses him in front of everyone unplanned. What she didn’t expect was for that one impulsive moment to change everything. The kiss goes viral overnight, dragging her into a spotlight she never asked for, and the “stranger” turns out to be Damon—calm, controlled, and far from ordinary. To protect their reputations, they agree to fake a relationship, turning one mistake into something much bigger than either of them planned. But pretending starts to feel real, and the line between what’s fake and what isn’t begins to blur. With her past refusing to stay buried and Damon keeping parts of himself just out of reach, Aria realizes this was never just about a kiss. It was the beginning of something she may not be ready for.

Iris and Irene was born as identical twin. Despite of having the same face, their personality often clash. Irene chose to live an ordinary life with her grandmother. Living simply is not that easy. She has to work harder than anyone else, especially when the doctor tell her that her grandmother needs a heart surgery. Meanwhile, Iris was able to live an extravagant life with the support of her parents. Not until she was force for an arrange marriage by her mother. She was now three years married to a cold and arrogant billionaire—Bryle Sanchez. To gain the freedom that she once lost, Iris offered to pay for their grandmother medical bills. In exchange Irene must agree for a one month switch and help her to divorce Bryle. After knowing what kind of person Iris and Bryle during the switch, Irene was left in the middle of choosing what to do and who to side? What if in the end, she can't help herself to feel something special to the target of her mission?

Somewhere around the middle of the night, all the lights of the house were off. His eyes colour changed to red, they dilated. His canines got longer and sharper. His fingers grew longer. "What's wrong with you, Damien?" Elsie stood rooted to the ground, unsure of whether to ran out of fear or to go to him out of worry. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the veins on his forehead bulged, he closed his eyes shut. He looked like he was trying to fight something back. " Leave" Damien muttered in between clenched teeth. He turned away from Elsie and backed her. "Are you okay?" "I said leave!!!" Damien turned back to her and yelled. Elsie trembled in horror. Damien looked like a completely different person. The features of his face had change into a horrific one. Elsie took to her heels and fled. Here is the story of the journey of Damien, a vampire and Elsie, a human.

"Moon Goddess, I'd like to go home," says Seraphina Jarett. The Will of the Moon Goddess speaks to her in her mind. She doesn't reply in any form of language. Instead, it is a calm and saddened torrent of consciousness. "Alright, my child. Your mission is about to be completed. In a week, your soul can leave this place." The usually authoritative voice pauses for a few seconds, which is a rare occurrence. Unable to understand my choice, she says, "My child, you have a mate who loves you deeply and sees you as the light of his life. Your pup puts you first in everything. Isn't this your home now? They are your family… your pack." When Seraphina hears the word "family", her gaze lands on the Moon Pool that is in the middle of the room. At the moment, the pool is showing the Alpha of the Blackwood pack, Caelum Blackwood, and his son, Liam Blackwood, touching down in the pack's private airport.

The only master of her body is Yael Sebastian Ramirez. She couldn't forget the man who took her at the middle of the forest while the rain is pouring hard. When their body collide, she already knew, that Yael is her kryptonite. So in order to save her heart from breaking, she has to runaway and never see him again. But what if fate brought them back together? Only this time, she could not run away from him because he knew that her daughter, Elise, is his too. How could she guard her heart from falling for him when in the very first time she saw this mind she already owned her heart? How could she protect her heart when he could lit the fire inside her? Would their daughter help them to reconcile? Or would Andra runaway again after finding the truth that Yael's already engaged?

A fierce woman who had spent years of fretting, due to her self problems. Someone who's an aelurophile and pluviophile. A businesswoman who owns a picturesque relaxing place located in the middle of a city. A man who suffered from PTSD due to one traumatic incident during his childhood. Someone who has two different types of phobias. Notwithstanding, he's someone who has looks, attitude, and a heart. Two different people. Two different personalities. Howbeit, both do relish a few of the same hobbies. Both have different problems within themselves. Been set up by their families to live together. Would they agree to live together in a single house? Could they really help each other? How and in what way? Would they end up being together or will they just end up being perpendicular lines who cross paths just once and separate after so they could arrive at their endpoints?

I ordered an incubus online, but when the package arrived, there were two of them. One was gentle and obedient, the other was hot-tempered and unpredictable. I immediately messaged customer service to ask if they'd sent the wrong one—I had only ordered the gentle kind. The reply came cheerfully. "Congratulations, you've unlocked the hidden variant! This model is a bit special—buy one, get one free!" Wait… what? I remembered hearing people say that raising an incubus is like raising a puppy, only better—they keep you warm at night and don't shed. Well, if that's true, whether I had one or two made no difference. So I ended up paying the price of one and getting two—what a steal! Or so I thought… until I went to feed them. That's when I realized I was the cookie in the middle of a sandwich. Apparently, "keeping me warm at night" was a strenuous activity.