Nine Ties Novels & Stories

Elise was cruelly pushed down the staircase after a fiery confrontation with her husband and his mistress. She thought her life was over, but when she opened her eyes, she discovered she had gone back a year in time—back to when she still had a chance to rewrite her story. The first step in her new life was to cut ties with the man who betrayed her. He had saved her in her darkest moment, only to deceive and destroy her in the end. This time, Elise vowed to steer clear of her past mistakes, rebuild her family's legacy, and make everyone who wronged her pay for their sins. However, as she climbed the ladder of success, an enigmatic and captivating man entered her life, challenging her resolve. Elise wanted nothing to do with love again, convinced it would only hinder her, but his persistence began to chip away at the walls she had built around her heart.

Synopsis At twenty-five, Emelia thought marriage to August—a devout, respected thirty-one-year-old—would give her stability, love, and a safe future. But beneath the vows lies a secret that binds her to Ethan, August’s charming cousin whose reckless presence ignites desires she cannot fully bury. Meanwhile, August’s younger brother, Tobi, struggles to balance the life he has with Francesca and the pull of what he once shared with Chisom . Between them stands Rachel, Chisom and Tobi’s four-year-old daughter—innocent yet powerful, the fragile bond that ties broken hearts together in ways no one expects. As family loyalties blur and forbidden passions resurface, each choice threatens to unravel the delicate fabric holding them all together. Love, betrayal, faith, and survival collide—leaving everyone to face the question: How far will you go to protect your heart when every desire demands a sacrifice?

Two years ago, I was the Donna of the Costa family. When I was on my way to attend the family meeting, I was killed by my husband's childhood sweetheart, Isabella Rossi. She shattered my limbs and smashed my belly before throwing me into an abandoned mine pit. It was such a shame that I was pregnant with the heir Matteo Costa had been waiting for the past five years when I died. Not only did Isabella frame me for working with the enemy forces, but she also broke her own legs and claimed that she got hurt from stopping me. Matteo publicly announced that he decided to sever all ties with me. He also placed a bounty on my head. Just like that, I fell from my position as the Costa family's Donna to a traitor who was wanted by all. Two years later, the mine pit collapsed on itself. That was when the workers dug out my rotten corpse.

The first time around, Vincent Harper falls in love with the wrong woman. Samara Copeland sends him to prison, and he dies a tragic death after enduring endless torment. Now that he has received a second chance at life, he swears to cut off all ties with her and harden his heart. He isn't going to repeat the same mistakes. Yet Samara's behavior also changes completely. Determined to have him, she resorts to every means at her disposal. "Vincent, in this life, I will do whatever it takes to make up for the past. I only ask that you come back to me," she says, her voice choked and her eyes tearful. Unbeknownst to Vincent, after his death in their previous life, Samara remains single until the end of her days, drowning in anguish and regret. She grits her teeth through 60 years of bitter suffering in exchange for a do-over—a chance to start over with him.

I have a secret. Every year on my birthday, I'm taken to the blood donation room and made to give 400cc of blood. All because my mom once told me that the blood running through my veins belongs to a rapist. This is the only way I can wash away my original sin. Because of those words, at eighteen years old and weighing less than 80 pounds, I found myself lying on that donation chair once again. But the second I stepped out of the donation room, a document came flying at my face. I looked up in shock and met my mother's icy stare: "Sign it, and get the hell out of my house." It was a legal notice cutting all ties with me. I stood there frozen, cold down to my bones. Mom—didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times, I'd finally be your clean child?

After being exiled by my pack at seventeen, I've spent the last four years constantly on the move trying to avoid all ties to the shifter world. Unfortunately, I can’t outrun fate. When I step in to break up a fight, the shifters involved realize I’m a rare male omega. Not only does that revelation put me in the crosshairs of competing packs that would do anything to control me, it also leads me to cross paths with an Alpha who claims to be my fated mate. Past experiences have left scars—both literal and figurative—and, fated mate or not, permanently binding myself to an Alpha is the last thing I want. But Julian might be exactly what I need. As my life erupts into chaos and new threats emerge from the secrets of my past, I realize this Alpha is different and placing my trust in him could finally allow me to have the one thing I've always wanted. A home.

During the holidays, I specifically go home to spend quality time with my family. Mom brings out a bowl of persimmons and says in a half-teasing manner, "This is for the Sherman family. Once you eat a persimmon, you'll be blessed with good luck. Outsiders aren't allowed to take from this bowl." Everyone begins fighting for the persimmons. I decide to grab one for myself as well. The next thing I know, the living room goes eerily silent. Dad drags me to the corner before he starts berating me. "You didn't get to eat any fruits when you were living with your in-laws, huh? Must you steal from our family? "Didn't you hear your mother saying that outsiders aren't allowed to take from the bowl? So why did you still take one? "Because of you, Vivian doesn't get anything at all!" I look around my surroundings. It turns out there are only eight persimmons when in reality, there are nine of us in the living room. Mom has been hinting at me the whole time that I'm the actual outsider here. So, I pass the persimmon to Vivian Andrews, my parents' goddaughter. Then, I dial my husband's phone number. "Kevin, there's no need to bring the holiday gifts over."

Love For The Wicked Book Three. In my eyes, the world is a huge sandbox created for the big boys. Girls, money, business… and I always strive to come out on top until my father gave me an ultimatum. I needed to find a wife, or I’d lose my rights to the family business. I found the perfect woman for the scheme I devised, of course. She was beautiful, feisty, the picture-perfect wife to make my father believe I was done playing games. In return, she needed a favor, the kind that takes nine months to deliver. The rules were laid out meticulously, from the no touching to fake falling in love. After a year, we would part ways amicably with no hassle, no demands, and no regrets; after all, it was all just a game. As my plan took its course, it dawned on me that playing house was a game I never should have played. She started to grow on me, from that sexy little pout to the late nightcap, the endless dirty banter, and even the fights we had. I realize I enjoyed having her around. Trouble is, how will I make her believe I am not playing games anymore? That I don’t want her to be just my contract wife, that I don’t want twelve months with her but more?

I never imagined my life would unravel the moment I stepped back into Bella’s world. Nine years after we swore to be best friends forever, I returned to the city for university—broke, grieving my father’s unsolved murder, and desperate for connection. Reuniting with Bella felt like fate giving me a second chance. But everything changed the instant I literally ran into her father, Marcus Alaric. Fresh from the shower, he caught me in his arms, his strong hands steadying me with a touch that lingered too long. He was nothing like the man I remembered from my childhood. Tall, commanding, and impossibly magnetic, Marcus awakened something in me I couldn’t ignore. No matter how hard I tried to focus on my studies or my boyfriend, my thoughts kept drifting back to him—his deep voice, his quiet intensity, the way his presence filled every room. I knew it was wrong. He was Bella’s father, twice my age, and completely forbidden. I avoided him, buried my feelings, and reminded myself daily of the lines I couldn’t cross. Yet every accidental brush, every late-night conversation, and every heated glance made my resolve crumble. I couldn’t resist him.

I was in love with Andy Spraggins for five years, and it left me emotionally drained. In the end, I married Philip Watson, the childhood friend who had always stayed by my side. Everyone saw us as the perfect couple. We even had a sweet little boy together. I thought he was the light that had always been there for me. But one day, I unlocked his old phone. [If you come back, I'll divorce her right away. [You've always been the one I loved.] So it turned out that what I thought was true love was just a joke. I was nothing more than a stand-in, something to pass the time. Even my own son seemed to prefer her. So I cut all ties and walked away without hesitation. But then the father and son both panicked. "Babe, can you please not leave?" "Mommy, please don't go…"