Nicely Written Novels & Stories

Some fates are written in the stars. Others must be rewritten in fire. Lucille, born into the lowest-ranking werewolf pack, the Omegas, called, the Commoners, never imagined the Moon Goddess would mate her to someone so far above her: the heir to the third most powerful man in the nation. But what should have been her salvation became her downfall. Despised and humiliated by her fated mate, Lucille broke a sacred law by rejecting him, unaware of the consequences. Branded a traitor, she was sentenced to five years of servitude in his home, enduring cruel treatment under his command. When she dared to escape, even briefly, the punishment nearly broke her. Then everything changed. A newly elected High Councilor overturned her sentence, granting her the one thing she thought she’d never have again. Freedom. Now Lucille is determined to build a future on her own terms. But fate isn’t done with her yet. When she falls in love with a man who makes her believe in happiness again, she discovers a devastating truth: he is the cousin of her former mate. Their love is forbidden. The laws are clear. And the Goddess may not forgive her a second time. Can love survive when destiny has already spoken? Will Lucille forever be bound to the stigma of her choices forever? Or will fate, give her a second embrace?

My father was hospitalized with a fractured bone. He needed someone to look after him. My wife, Alma, who was also a doctor, said she had to attend the Lancet conference abroad. She claimed it was an event she could not miss. While I was caring for my father, my younger brother, Jack, forwarded a short video to me. “Clyde, you need to look at this video of Alma.” In the video, Alma, who always took great care of her hands, was assembling parts on an assembly line at an electronics factory. I looked up info on who uploaded the photo. It was Tobias Zidel, a male nurse from her department. He captioned the video: [From the operating table to my assembly line. A true woman of all trades!] I resisted the urge to confront her. Instead, I forwarded the video to the department’s group chat. [I wonder how much Dr. Ashford earns per day working at Mr. Zidel’s family factory?] The group chat instantly exploded with messages. The video spread across the entire hospital. Alma bombarded me with frantic phone calls. She demanded that I retract the message. “Come with a written apology on Monday. You will apologize to Mr. Zidel publicly during the meeting!” I hung up decisively. Then, I scheduled an appointment to file for divorce. I did not want a wife like this.

She was in love with him. That, she was certain of. He was her first love and the one who had written the inscription on her arm twelve years ago. But what could she do when her best friend who had been heartbroken so many times told her she was in love with the same man? Lillian loved her best friend and would want nothing for her than her happiness. So, she decided to give him up and started pretending like she did not care about him since he was even unable to recognize her after they departed twelve years ago. The only way for him to remember her was to see the inscription on her arm, which she was never going to show him. What was going to be her fate when she eventually find out that her best friend had been lying to her all along? How would she be able to come clean with the man of her dreams when she had given him the impression that she hated him? How would she be able to reveal to him that she was the Lillian he had been searching for? Read this book and dive into the ocean of Lillian's selfless love story and find the answers to these questions.

On New Year's Eve, a message from my best friend, Lily Walton, popped up. [I rented a Maybach for our cats to go back to our hometown. A thousand per person. It has heating and surveillance. Isn't that a great deal?] I glanced at my banking app, where my mortgage had just been deducted. [Forget it. My Mochi isn't a princess. She can't afford such an expensive ride.] The next day, I got a selfie from her—hugging her pet cat inside a Maybach. [Chloe, it's such a shame you didn't come. The owner was nice enough to give me a ride home too.] On New Year's evening, right after I stepped through my front door, a frantic knock came at the door. My best friend's parents stood outside, panic written all over their faces. "Is Lily here? She hasn't come home at all. She said yesterday she was preparing a birthday gift for you and even took four thousand dollars from us." Before I could even recover from the shock, the police arrived. My best friend's last contact… was me.

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

Saxa has always felt like something inside her didn’t quite fit the life she was given—but she never imagined the truth would be written in blood, magic, and prophecy. When her dormant wolf awakens in the forests of Norway, Saxa is thrown into a hidden world of ruthless pack loyalties, forbidden witchcraft, and secrets her family has buried for nearly two decades. Bound by fate to Eirik, the pack’s future Alpha, Saxa discovers their connection runs far deeper than attraction—it is a bond powerful enough to ignite war. But Eirik is not the only one tied to her destiny. Somewhere in the dark, her long-lost twin Elias carries the other half of her magic, and together they are the living keys to an ancient system of seals known as the Three Beacons. As forgotten flames awaken and the world beneath the forest begins to tear open, Saxa must learn to control the volatile power inside her—before it destroys everyone she loves. Haunted by visions, hunted by prophecy, and torn between love and legacy, Saxa faces an impossible truth: Some destinies are inherited. Others are chosen. And some were never meant to exist at all. The Binding is a dark paranormal romance filled with slow-burn tension, dangerous magic, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself.

Destiny is something written in books, a fictitious fantasy. I’ve always believed that what we do today is one step towards our future. We make our own choice, and we decide on who we will be until I met him—Elijah Valentin. He made me question what I know and what I feel. Just his mere presence messed with my head in more ways than one. The push and pull of emotions, the exhilarating feeling every time we crossed paths, and the gut-wrenching agony in my chest when I saw him with someone else. For the first time in my life, I hoped that the fictitious fantasy was real, that he was my destiny. He stirred my life in beautiful chaos, knocked down the ten-foot wall I built around my heart with just the flick of his fingers. But he also showed me how painful it is to want something that I could never have—him. ~~ "You are bound to me, Rory,” he said, eyes glowing like the silver moon above us. His touch flickered fire under my skin, a frizzling electric shock that stirred the desire inside me. “You are my salvation, but I am the hellfire that will burn your life to ashes.” [Mature Content]

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did not know how to stop. I was finally learning what it meant to choose life again. When Kael walked back through my door. Alive. Unchanged. And completely unable to explain where he had been. Now I am torn between a love that was written into my soul before I was old enough to understand what souls were, and a man who chose me quietly and completely when I had nothing left to offer. The elders say this is not a reverse harem blessing. There is no keeping both. I have to choose. But how do you bury someone you love twice?

To avoid being accused of favoritism, my mother forced me, despite my severe anemia, to participate in the school's group blood donation drive. After only 100 milliliters, my vision started going dark. I reached for the needle, trying to stop the procedure, but the young nurse immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned it down. "Only 100 milliliters and you already want to quit? The other students all donated 400." She glanced at my pale face, her eyes full of disgust. "Donating blood is something honorable. Selfish people like you, pretending to be sick just to get out of it, deserve to have double drawn as punishment!" Nearby, my mother watched me coldly, disappointment written all over her face. "Briana Hayes, is this really how I raised you? "Everyone else donated. Don't think you're special. "You will finish these 400 milliliters today, even if it kills you!" I gasped for air, my heartbeat pounding so violently it felt like my chest would explode. By the time they reached the third bag, my vision had completely blurred, and I collapsed heavily onto the floor. My soul slowly drifted upward as I looked at my mother with guilt in my eyes. I'm sorry, Mom. I really wasn't lying. This time… I truly couldn't hold on any longer.

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."