Mina Miss Novels & Stories

Kali was never meant to bow. Branded an outsider and raised to obey, she’s spent her life defying the pack that expected her submission. When she rejects her first-chance mate, the future Alpha, she’s banished—expected to crawl back. But she unintentionally runs straight into the territory of Alpha Jack: ruthless, dominant, and her second-chance mate. He wants obedience. She gives him war. But when his touch unlocks memories of a forgotten past—and the truth of who she really is—Kali must choose: surrender to the bond and reclaim her power, or walk away forever. Jack may believe he can tame her. But he has no idea that the woman he seeks to break is the one he was always meant to kneel before.

Yaszy Romano was taken from Alessio Romano at the age of six. One day the adoptive parents get into a car accident and Alessio get a call from the police. Read to learn more about Yaszy Romano:)

HER RETURN Mission find daddy for mummy Diana D. Blurb. Have you ever been disappointed by the one whom you put all your trust in, micah jewel is a first-hand witness to betrayal. Micah Jewel thought she had it all—a three-year relationship with her charming boyfriend Nathaniel, a close-knit bond with her younger sister Colette, and dreams of building a future filled with love and stability. But one fateful afternoon shatters that illusion. Micah eventually discovers a secret that cuts deeper than any blade: her sister and boyfriend have been in a hidden relationship. The betrayal is public, humiliating, and complete. Her confrontation with them leaves her emotionally wrecked. Betrayed by her three years boyfriend, also by her sister who was having a secret relationship with her boyfriend, in just one day micah's world came crashing down to her feets as her relationship of three years ended with nothing to show fort. That night, lost and disoriented, she wanders into a bar. There, she meets a man—Nicholas He's quiet, mysterious, and offers no judgment. Both emotionally raw, they share a few drinks and end up in a hotel room. It’s not romance—it’s an escape, a blur of comfort and chaos. In the morning, she left, No name, no contact. Just a memory that won’t fade. Months later, micah left California to Australia pregnant with the baby of an unknown stranger, not just one but two. Three years later, micah comes back but not as Bianca sia, but this time, as Bianca Sia, She's back for just one reason " Revenge," but the kids want something else "daddy". " Are you sure Daddy is here?" "Yes, I overheard mum's conversation with Aunty," "Then, let's find daddy for mummy," Don't miss out!

Alpha Maddox is out to destroy his rivals, the sunrise packs for killing his father. He kidnaps the daughter of Alpha Lucas, and plans to inflict pains on her, as a way of avenging his father's death. Soon he starts using her to pleasure himself sexually. Everyone knows how scary a sex addict and dominant can be, especially when he's a werewolf with bitterness. Do you think he'll fall in love with Nisha in the process? Will his hatred for his rivals eventually change??? If you are a fan of sex dominants, I believe you should try this out...

After my crimes, I surrendered myself to the police. My fiance rushed over and questioned me, “You didn’t steal anything, so why’re you admitting it?!” I spread my hands. I decided to spend the rest of my life in prison. In my previous life, my fiance’s childhood sweetheart, Selene, had caused trouble everywhere after she returned to her home country. First, she stole things from a mall. Then, she dined and dashed. Finally, she ran a red light and killed someone. The mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all cornered me. I was puzzled. Why did they come after me for the things Selene did? Later, they accused me in front of the police of stealing, dining and dashing, and committing a hit-and-run. Apparently, they had mistaken me for Selene. But Selene and I looked nothing alike. I requested the surveillance footage as proof of their claims. The footage somehow showed that I was the one who had stolen things, dined and dashed, and committed a hit-and-run. My denial was useless without evidence. The footage, on the other hand, was foolproof. The victim’s family stabbed me to death out of rage. Even as I died, I could not understand why all the crimes Selene committed ended up becoming mine. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the very day Selene stole things from the mall.

I have a secret about my body. When I'm intimate with someone, my private part emits a fragrance. Despite being married to me for a decade, my live-in husband has never smelled it. One day, my family goes bankrupt, and I'm forced to become an escort. He looks at me imperiously as I kneel on the floor. He says coldly, "I'll pay you a hundred thousand dollars to let me smell you once."

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

"I was a serial killer, and now I'm on death row." This is what Eliza LaRue, a 22 years old lady, believed one day. With no family, no friends, and only a distorted sense of self, her execution was unknowingly called off. After being dragged to a secluded building by a mysterious lady, she got caught up in a dangerous scheme that would test her assassination and survival skills known as the Termination Game, what is the secret hidden beneath the mind-boggling death game, and why is she so good at it? Now, what side are you, Killer or Target? This is a new and exciting Psychological Thriller story that will make you question your own morality.

Right before the SAT, our scatterbrained airheaded group favourite, the school belle, Priscilla Ashford, volunteers herself to safeguard everyone's admission tickets. My firm refusal of her offer earns me the displeasure of my childhood sweetheart, Justin Kylemark. "You're picking on her again," he says. I ignore his rebuke. On the exam day itself, I personally double-checked every single admission ticket to make sure nothing could go wrong. However, the moment Priscilla gets hers from me, she burst into tears, claiming that I lost her ticket. Justin snatched my admission ticket and tore it to shreds. I run until my legs give out, barely managing to get it reissued before the bus leaves. However, my classmates all kicked me off the bus together. "You lost Priscilla's admission ticket. Do you think you deserve to sit for the exam?" They carry with them the exam prediction I had prepared for them. Thanks to that, they each achieve excellent scores. I have no choice but to repeat the year and become the top scorer. By then, Justin and my other classmates, who are already in prestigious universities and colleges, all return together. They produce fake evidence, accusing me of cheating in the exam. Unable to defend myself, a candidate who flunked the exam poured gasoline on me and set me on fire. When I open my eyes once more, I see myself handing the admission tickets over to Priscilla… except for my own.

I went to the bank to report a lost debit card. The teller casually asked, "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" Stunned, I froze. "What patent royalties?" The screen revealed that one of the accounts showed a quarterly deposit of $300 thousand in patent royalties. My mind went blank for a full three seconds. Then I remembered that, five years ago, my wife, Danica Pearson, had handed me a stack of documents, saying it was part of the company registration process. She said I "only understood technology, not business", effectively turning me into a figurehead consultant. I took a deep breath and told the teller, "Link it to the new card. From now on, transfer every payment directly to my personal account." That night, while Danica was overseas on a business trip, she booked the earliest flight home. At 2 a.m., she pounded on my bedroom door.