Mizu Mizu No Mi Novels & Stories

Conrad: I didn't know if I would ever get my love back or not. I was gay but just for one person who started to hate me without telling me the reason and I don't know if I would get him back or not And I had started living without him, but fate had different plans. I saw him after months in the University and that too my direct senior. I can see the hatred in his eyes that can burn me to ashes. But I am Conrad Jagger and I don't back off without putting up a fight. It's a HEA novel with lots of angst and love. No third act cheating but mentions of surprise MPREG and death trauma. Mentions of incest and forbidden sex. Please read on your own risk. Tabby

Maximus Carter is an outstanding detective in the city of St. Valen appointed to the cases of a notorious syndicate called "Nightcrawlers". In his chase to catch the bad men lurking in the shadows—Iris Dane Anderson—the most powerful member of the Nightcrawlers, came in the scene dressed in sheep's clothing to offer her help to be his co-detective. Masked like a friend, but a foe from behind—Iris Dane dragged him to the dark world she's living at. Soon, Maximus finds out her true motives, along with the great catastrophes she have up on her sleeves.

Elowen Whitemere was never meant to exist in the Whitemere family—let alone defy it. Born illegitimate, she was treated as a stain on noble blood, forced to endure silence, cruelty, and neglect. She accepted it all… until an accident stole the use of her legs and trapped her in a wheelchair. That was when love turned its back on her. Adrian Jones, the man who swore forever, abandoned her for her sister—Scarlett Whitemere—coldly declaring that he needed a woman who could walk. Shattered and discarded, Elowen disappeared. Then she met Lucien Calderwood. A man cloaked in calm and danger. A detective by title, a ruthless business tycoon by truth. Untouchable. Unforgiving. Power

I've kicked my 28-thousand-dollar high-tech drone into the lake. In my previous life, when my company held a team-bonding session by camping out in the mountains, my colleague, Melissa Schubert's beloved pet dog—that she views as her own son—has gotten lost in the woods. With tears trickling down her cheeks, she tugs at my sleeve. "I can't live without Max! Please use your drone to look for him!" Eager to help Melissa out, I immediately power on my drone and start scouring the woods for Max. But Melissa thinks I'm being far too slow on the controller, so she snatches it from me and starts messing around with the controls. As a result, the drone spirals out of control and crashes into t

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his f

When desire knows no boundaries, every moment counts. Untamed Desire brings you a collection of provocative short stories exploring forbidden touches, secret cravings, and unexpected connections. From strangers trapped in a storm to tangled love triangles and power plays, these tales explore lust and longing in all their raw, intoxicating forms. Each chapter is a standalone story—perfect for quick, sultry reads that ignite your imagination and leave you wanting more.

After I get reborn, I've returned to the moment my mother wants me to pick out my future mate. This time, I don't choose anyone at all. Instead, I've decided to travel to the rural mountain area as a healer. In my previous life, the Alphas of the packs based in the northern meadow and the western coast had requested to form a marriage alliance with me to my mother. Similarly, I had feelings for both of them. But while I was conflicted as to which Alpha I had to choose, I happened to stumble upon them going into their rut earlier than expected due to them being drugged. The Alphas pinned me down on the bed. That was how I ended up spending the night with them. But it was precisely that

Selina Vanderbilt was raised for one destiny—to become a Luna. Groomed into perfection, she believed her future was secure until everything crumbled on her wedding day. In front of her entire pack, her fated mate, Alpha Matteo, uttered the words that shattered her world: he rejected her. Humiliated and heartbroken, Selina is swept into chaos as war erupts between rival packs. Forced to flee, she escapes into the human world, where no one knows her name, her lineage, or the pain she carries. There, she tries to live an ordinary life, far from the chains of duty and expectation. But even as she hides, her heart aches for the family she left behind—and for the Alpha who broke it. Because

The day before our engagement, Stellan Graves came shopping with me, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. I bought a chili dog from a street stall and held it up to his mouth only for him to swat it out of my hand, sending it flying to the ground. Fury flashed across his face as he snapped, "Ivy Stein, the Graves family needs a woman who can actually show her face in public. Stop buying cheap trash like this. You're embarrassing me. How do you expect my parents to accept you like this?" I picked up the food in humiliation, threw it into the trash, and nodded meekly for the sake of our four years together in college. "As you wish." … However, the very next day, he switched his fiancee to A

The study-abroad list went up on the department bulletin board. Kevin's name sat at the top of the sponsored students column. Mine was stuck in the alternate slot. In front of the whole class, he waved it off like it was nothing. "I'm not going. Can't even afford it." The spot slid down to me. "Congrats, Nathan! You snagged the last public-funded spot!" Classmates crowded around to offer their congratulations. My advisor turned to my parents with a clasped-hand gesture. "Professor Reed, Professor Turner—congratulations! You must be so proud of your boy!" I took the acceptance letter, my chest swelling as I looked at three years of blood, sweat, and late nights finally paying off. The