My Ex Still Loves Me Novels & Stories

Nisa is reunited with her love, but she no longer remembers anything about Leon. Leon, a man who was once very valuable to Nisa, even her whole world was just for Leon, now everything has changed. Leon is now really hated and wants to be shunned by Nisa. Can Leon rebuild his lost love, when Nisa forgets everything about him.

Arabella finds out she is pregnant with a child for her husband, Richard Giodano. She wants to inform him about it when she hears him speaking on the phone with Eve Rogers, his ex-lover. Because of Eve's arrival back into the states, Richard wants a divorce. That has always been the plan until he finds Eve cheating on him with his best friend. Five years later, they bump into each other at a party and Richard finds out his ex-wife is not only back with a child but is also a hot sexy CEO of Eagle Homes and Interiors. Even when she pretends not to know him, he vows to stop at nothing to chase after and win her back.

BLURB Olivia Chen signed a contract to play wife to a grieving CEO for two years. The job was simple: help his traumatized son heal, then disappear when the time was up. But Damien Ross made one thing clear—she would never replace his perfect dead wife. She tried to accept that. Until he brought a surrogate into their home to carry his late wife's child, making it clear Olivia was just a temporary stand-in. When the contract expired, Olivia left without a word—and without telling him about the baby she carried. Five years later, Damien tracks her down with a desperate plea. His son is dying, and only Olivia's daughter—the child he never knew existed, can save him. He claims he's a changed man. That he finally sees what he lost. But Olivia isn't the naive woman who signed that contract. And this time, she holds all the cards.

Ladies dream about getting married to the man of their dreams. They feel it completes them, and they'd live a happy and contented life when they do that. But what they never think about is what would become of them if the man didn't love them back. Annabelle Davis was one of these women. She had married Ethan, the love of her life. Her life crumbled when her daughter died, and Ethan divorced her immediately, leaving her to bear the burden of the loss alone. He then got engaged to his ex-girlfriend two weeks after the divorce. However, years later, he comes back and tries earnestly to gain her forgiveness and have her back. Would she forgive him for the hurt he caused her, or would she keep making him pay for treating her like she was less of a human?

On the day of her grand wedding, a sudden twist shattered Cardy's plans. In an extraordinary act, her ex-lover stormed in, disrupting the ceremony and causing it to come to an abrupt halt. In the aftermath, Cardy found herself at a crossroads, faced with two perplexing choices. Should she consider reuniting with her once-dear, but now malicious, ex-partner? Or should she embark on a contract marriage, a path laden with its own set of unknowns?

Just when Eloise had thought things would get better in her marriage, her husband divorces her and she’s back to having nothing but the seed he’d left in her, his heiress. She’d changed her identity to move on from him and to stay away from him But three years after the divorce, Eloise uses the black Amex card her billionaire ex-husband Edward Bassett had left with her for a medical emergency and there he finds her. Edward wants her back and he’d do anything to have her, even if it meant playing tricks.

***MATURE 18+*** Olivia Carol White, she was a normal 18 years old teenage girl that just graduate high school. Because of her careless action she has been abducted and being pushed to the mafia world. 7 years had passed, she turns into a ruthless, cold-hearted and vicious assassin. Until one day, she finally got to see the person she hate the most. The one who caused her to be a part of this mafia. The difference is there won't be any laughing and hugging cause this time, she have been assigned to kill him. Yes, she have to kill her ex-lover.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

Charlie Sinclair married me to punish me. He had a reason. He believed it. He never asked me a single question about it in three years. He never looked at my face for three years either. Then the woman he had been waiting for came home, and he handed me the divorce papers without looking up. He never knew I left that house carrying a secret. Two of them. I came back five years later with an empire he does not know I built, and two children he does not know are his. Yesterday he saw me at JFK. For the first time in eight years, he looked. He knelt down and handed my daughter her ball, and he did not know whose eyes were looking back at him. Too late, Mr. Sinclair. I am no longer the wife you could not see.