Mornîng Star Novel Novels & Stories

The intern my husband brings home feeds our son hard liquor. My husband merely says I'm making a mountain out of a molehill when he finds out. Ultimately, our son dies. After his death, I leave the country to be with my parents. That's when my husband regrets everything.

“I have always loved you, Ava”. He cups her cheek but she swats his hand away angrily. “Oh, after you chased me or before?”. She says with a smirk. Ava is accused of theft by her husband, Caleb Reed, on the day she finds out she’s pregnant with his child, even though she has been stuck in a loveless marriage for years. Caleb asks Ava to leave and she does. Years later, Ava returns to the States with a girl who looks like Caleb, and Caleb wants his family back. But will Ava agree after all the years of torment, especially now that she has gotten everything she could ask for?

I was sent to evaluate him. Now, he’s the one judging my soul. As a psychologist for the Pacific Behavioral Unit, I deal with the most dangerous shifters in the Territories. But Mason Cross isn’t just a prisoner. He’s the King of the West Coast, a lethal Alpha with emerald eyes that don’t just look at me—they strip me bare. One mistake in a silver-lined cell, and I’m no longer the doctor. I’m the prey. When a night at the Velvet Moon turns into a bloodbath, Mason doesn't just save me—he claims me. He hauls me to his brutalist fortress on the cliffs, a world of glass, salt, and ancient wolf laws. He says he’s protecting me from the Lunar Syndicate. He says I’m his prisoner for my own safety. But as his hands find the curve of my waist and his teeth graze the pulse point of my throat, I realize the "Mask of Civility" is slipping. Behind the tailored suits and the CEO title is a beast that hasn't fed in a long time. I have a silver blade in my stays and a secret in my blood that could burn the Territories to the ground. But when the moon rises over the Cross Estate, I don’t want to run. I want to see if the King of the Ferals bites as hard as he barks. High stakes. Raw instinct. A love that draws blood.

The year I was at rock bottom, I took on three "conquest" missions. Number One was a tech prodigy. Number Two was a genius doctor. Number Three was a top dog in the legal world. Judging by how busy they all were, I thought that with some careful time management, handling all three would be a piece of cake. However, I forgot one thing. Three CEOs meant dealing with three difficult girlfriends. That morning, Number One CEO Eric's childhood sweetheart accused me of stealing her charm bracelet. Eric beat me, yelled at me, and made me stand all day. That afternoon, Number Two's Ron's girlfriend tore into me, figuratively ripping my kidney out. Ron warned me that he had only let me get close so I could serve as a stand-in for her. By evening, Number Three's Lance had his girlfriend taking secret photos of me and spreading rumors, and he told me to be gracious, saying she was "just joking." I could not take this nonstop 24-hour torture anymore, so I told the system, I quit. I want to go home. The system replied, "Quitting is simple. Just die in this world." I listened. However, after I executed my death escape, why did all three CEOs completely lose their composure?

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

Tonight is the night; the night Elsa gives an heir to Blackwood pack. The strongest of all packs and in line to hold the Lycan king title.  She had waited for this day, offered prayers and sacrifices to the moon goddess to bless her and her husband, Alpha Riguel with a son. What happened, during her labour; she had called her loving husband, only to hear the bedroom sound of him and her step sister. Elsa couldn't believe her ears. Riguel only needed her to breed pups for him and divorce her later. He never loved her from the beginning and to crown it all, her step sister was her rivalry.  Now, instead of one son, she birthed three identical sons, which automatically makes Riguel the next Lycan king.  But, after finding out the truth. Will Elsa confront the Alpha. Will she forgive him and present his sons to him or will redemption get in the way. FIND OUT! 

After five years,the war finally came to an end and he will be back, back to his Pack,back to her arms. It wasn't just his return but the answers to her prayers. She has been both the Luna and the Alpha for Five years, she yearned so much for her man. He gave her the biggest surprise of her life, he didn't just come back alone,he came back with a woman. His fated mate. Just a moment, a minute, her life shattered,she couldn't take it, she left the Pack for them, just for the night, she needed to scream to the world. But then she met him, in her drunken state,she wanted him so badly. A one night sin. Just for the night. Fate had other plans for them, in a blink she found out, he's not just anyone but her husband's twin brother she never got to see. Is the moon goddess perhaps playing a trick on them? War broke out between the two brothers when Alpha Aethelwulf found out she's his fated mate. His twin brother wasn't ready to let her go, he still wants her as his mate. At the end one must win, blood or sacrifice?

Everywhere in the house smelled like him. There were some things she couldn’t forget, like the way he touched her, the way he kissed, and each time they made love… Fuck. Even the thought of it made her panties go wet. “…I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Ocean.” She whispered in his ear, her legs straddling his waist. As long as it was Eris, he would keep coming to her. He was everything she wanted to run away from, and she was everything that he wanted. But Ocean knew from the very moment he saw her, their relationship as step-siblings would be ill-fated.

What turned out to be a joke from him was forcing me to sign the divorce papers. I refused to sign it until I knew why, he became cold, aloof me a lot and paid no attention to me anymore. 8 months ago, I signed a contract marriage with one of the richest billionaires in town. Not until I saw him shamelessly romancing with his ex-girlfriend, they were happy together, so I concluded inside of me, I signed the divorce papers and flee into the dark night alongside with a miracle. Pregnancy! 3 years later, I returned to the city as a successful businesswoman alongside my son I kept away from the world. My mission is to revenge.World turns in my favor when his company became bankrupt and needed shareholders. My miracle has come, I'll anonymously reap him off everything he ever cherished. What happens when our parts crossed, and he founds out I had a child with him. "Come back home WIFEY, you left with my heart." I heard his screeching faint voice begged me. BUT, will I ever forgive him for cheating on me?

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”