Never Too Late: A Novel Novels & Stories

Clara faces some hard decisions after losing her chosen mate. Her son, Kyle is showing serious signs of aggression, which means she may have to go back to the pack her mate rules. The mate who rejected her and her unborn child. For her son, she is ready to go to any lengths! * Kyle has watched her mother be extremely happy with a man who was not her mate which has led him to believe that mates are overrated. He believes he doesn’t need a mate and wants to pave his path. But his inner demon leads him towards a very different path than the one he planned to take!

15 years ago, my father fell severely ill. Out of desperation, I sold one of my kidneys to raise the 300,000 dollars required for his treatment. Who would've thought that the moment the money reached my bank account, my wife, Isabella Marten, would transfer it all away? With the money meant to save my father's life, for which I'd sacrificed a kidney, she bought her brother-in-law, Phil Gentry, a luxury car. Dad passed away on the very night his surgery was scheduled because I couldn't afford the fees. Yet, with Phil at her side, Isabella chose that moment when I was at my most anguished to bring up the topic of divorce. My mother, Gloria Sonnier, was so enraged that she suffered a heart attack right then and there. The medical personnel on scene also hurled insults at Isabella in righteous anger. However, I readily agreed to Isabella's demands and even voluntarily walked away from the marriage with nothing. Thanks to my actions, Mom severed ties with me on the spot, and I became notorious among our relatives for being a wretched ingrate. I never bother to explain myself. It's not until 15 years later that I hear of Isabella and Phil's daughter getting accepted into the police academy. I contact the Office of Personnel Management. My opportunity for revenge, for which I've waited 15 years, is finally at hand.

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

My mother had hated my guts for 18 years. On the day I died, they had gone on a vacation and were happily snapping photos. The cops called her, but she got upset because the news marred her mood. So, she retorted, "He'd never take his own life. I bet this is just another one of his attempts to get my money. He can die for all I care. I'm not interested." She had no idea that I was already dead.

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage. I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence. Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control. He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was. He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination. He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public. I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices. The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.” I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.” At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me. Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond. On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond. I had returned to the past. This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

She loved him with everything. He destroyed her with nothing. On the night of their anniversary, Laura catches her billionaire husband in bed with her best friend. The next day, he hands her divorce papers—and announces her dismissal in front of the world. But what Antonio never expected… was that the woman he discarded would rise from the ashes. Homeless, pregnant, and hunted, Laura finds shelter in the arms of a mysterious stranger. Years later, when Antonio realizes the child he denied is his son… it’s too late. Now, she’s powerful, fearless, and loved by another. And Antonio? He’s about to learn what it means to lose everything.

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

He rejected his mate. He ignored their daughter. And by the time he learned the truth, it was too late. Iris was the mate Alpha Eric never wanted. For years, she raised their daughter, Evie, alone, while Eric poured all his love into his ex, Zara, and her child. Evie died without ever feeling her father’s love. And Iris? She finally walked away. But after her disappearance, Eric uncovers the painful truth he never saw coming: Iris was his true mate all along… and he was the one who destroyed everything. Now, another Alpha holds her heart. Can Eric win back the family he abandoned, or has he already lost everything that mattered?

My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak.  In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her.  With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?” But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.” Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love.  He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it.  Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.