Newborn Uncontrollable Crying Novels & Stories

Malia Dawson is tired of wrestling with her demons, stress from her job, past regrets, and wishing to forget for only one night. After a night at the club with her work sister trying to do nothing but have a good time, she finds herself having a stress-relieving passion and a night of fun with a stranger she met. Unaware of who he is and too drunk to care to find out Malia is shocked to find out that not only has she known him in a literal sense since childhood, but he is her best friend's brother. Daniel Severide also known as Danny has had a crush on his sister's best friend for years, He was older than her and she was his little sister's best friend, feeling it wouldn't be right he avoided her and barely talked to her as a kid. As one night brings them together years later, not recognizing her and how she looks now. having a few drinks in and thinking it was a no-strings no attachments situation, and that he'd never see her again. Danny can't believe it when he finds out she was the girl he spent pinning over all those years ago. The universe is funny and has some type of sense of humor when they are brought back together once more when Malia gets transferred to the same firehouse as a paramedic as Danny who is one of the captains of the firefighters at the firehouse. Will Malia and Danny be able to fight the sexual urge and tendencies, and keep things professional thinking of their one night together as just one night or will they give in to each other risking both their jobs and their jeopardizing relationship with her best friend and his sister?

Sophia Parker has worked as a personal assistant to Adam Wilson for almost 2 years. She has acknowledged the fact that he will never notice her... as a woman. The best she can do is fight the attraction she feels for him, which is impossible because they work together closely every day! Little does she know that Mr. Wilson is also fighting this same attraction as well...

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

My 8-year marriage was a lie—exposed by our daughter’s prescription. I crashed his wedding, only to find him vowing forever to his “true love.”My marriage certificate? Fake. Worthless. He sneered, “You were just practical.”When I tried to take our 6-year-old and run, he pinned me:“You’re mine—don’t even think about leaving.” He misjudged me completely.I rebuilt my power, built an empire…And when he finally uncovered the truth?I was already gone—with a newborn in my arms. Tap for the ultimate “I left him and won” story!

Vexyiana, a 19-year old lady who was kept in the dark by her mother, afraid from judgements, hate—Because of her ability that she cannot control. An ability that can reduce your sanity. An ability that can kill you in a second. A powerful ability that came from her ancestor. Her ancestor that is herself. Her ancestor that was reincarnated. She would enter an Academy where she’ll meet new people. Folks who’ll help her shape her ability. The Academy where she’ll find friends, new relationship, trust, and faith. The Academy where she got to experience a love triangle-- Where she got to experience another betrayal. After her parents were abducted by the ‘FLAXED’, her grandparents took her in. Nourishing her with love and care she deserved. She had lived on a nightmare ever since she was little. She watched her parents being attacked, and taken away from her. But thankfully, she was guided by her grandparents. ‘SHE WAS UNEXPECTEDLY GIVEN A CHANCE TO BE ALIVE AGAIN AND SEEK FOR REVENGE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE HARMED HER. All medias used for the book cover have full credits from their respective owners. (ON HIATUS)

Aria Vale stumbles into the wrong place at the worst possible time and witnesses a secret no human should survive; a werewolf shift in the middle of a biker turf war. The Blackfang Reapers’ alpha, Damon Black, should erase her, but something about her sparks a reaction he can’t explain. When Aria proves immune to his alpha command, keeping her alive becomes as dangerous as killing her. Now she’s trapped inside the most feared wolf pack in Ravencrest, hunted by a rival alpha who claims her as his blood. As Damon and Aria clash, burn, and collide, the truth about her identity threatens to ignite a city-wide war. He shouldn’t want her. She shouldn’t trust him. But fate doesn’t care about rules….and some secrets were never meant to stay buried.

In his eyes, she was utterly clueless and shameless. In her eyes, he was cunning, sinister, and equally shameless. They could not stand each other, but they had been secretly arranged to be married by their families.After marriage, he cautioned her, "My house, my rules.And don’t fall in love with me."She replied, "I’d rather die than do that, pal."Days flew by and he realized: his new wife wasn't kidding – she wasn't into him! She was busy sipping cocktails, hitting bars, and throwing punches for justice. With a line of admirers around the block, his crush on her only grew bigger. One day, he just couldn’t hold himself back, "Hey, Would you like to go on a date with me?”

At our wedding, Don Marco DeLuca, my fiance, answers a phone call. That's when his expression changes drastically. He then looks at me, his eyes filled with pain and conflict, two of the emotions that I've never seen plaguing him before. "Lina, Fiora will be flying this afternoon. She will leave Novaris permanently. This will be our last time seeing each other. I… I need to send her off." As I rub my thumb against the diamond ring which has just gotten slotted onto my ring finger, I just gaze at Marco quietly. "Are you sure you want to go see her off?" Marco's voice is trembling at this rate. He dares not even look me in the eye. "Lina, I swear that you'll be the only woman for me from now on. We'll get married, and we'll have children together. Life will be perfect for us." After that, he turns on his heel and walks away without looking back. He doesn't see the way I've crumpled onto the floor, where a puddle of blood has formed beneath me. My papa kisses me on the forehead. "My darling principessa, are you sure you want to break up with Marco?" I close my eyes and nod in response. I don't want Marco nor this farce of a marriage contract anymore.

The night before her wedding, Morgan Hayes was hit by a car while trying to save Sebastian Cole. She was thrown into the air, suffering multiple fractures, and her face was severely disfigured from the impact. Despite her injuries, Sebastian didn’t turn away from her. He still married her and continued to cherish and protect her as he always had. Everyone said Sebastian loved her more than life itself, that his love for her went beyond superficial appearances. She once believed that too until half a month ago when she discovered he was having an affair with their housemaid.

As I took my newborn daughter from the nurse, I heard the voice of the baby in the next bed echoing in my head. “Don’t take her, Mommy. I’m your real baby!” The doctor and nurses did not seem to hear a thing. I thought I was hallucinating due to my fatigue, so I continued nursing my baby girl. “How dare you cry, you burdensome wretch? I’ll pinch you if you keep crying!” The baby’s grandmother picked him up and walked outside, but the voice came again, crying, “The mean old lady is taking me away. Mommy, look over here quickly! Look at the birthmark on my left ear!” I froze. My first child, who had died in an accident, had a birthmark on his left ear.