No Call No Life Novels & Stories

The entertainment industry was shocked after Giselle Avery and Damien Miller announced their engagement after only a year of dating each other. They are portrayed as the “perfect couple” as they're often spotted very much in love with each other. However, little that the public knows, Giselle's husband is nothing like they saw in their movie or on camera. Within the curtains, there's a lot of stories that could tarnish both their reputation and their careers. She found him sleeping with his co-worker, Isla Everhart. Heartbroken, she immediately filed for a divorce but her husband refused. Not because he loves her, but because he still wanted the fame that comes with her. Despite her husband's refusal, she still goes on with the divorce. When she thought everything around her was falling apart, she met Cale Sullivan, a mysterious and mischievous gentleman. He's the heir and future CEO of a big retail company, and one of the stockholders in Giselle's agency. He offered himself for her to use in order to move on, she hesitated at first but as time went on, she noticed she's falling in love with this man. However, in order not to be hurt again, she pushed him away multiple times but he keeps coming back every time.

I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.

Maynard Hansen planned a luxury birthday cruise for Darlene Thompson, but the cruise ship capsized when a violent storm swept in without warning. Without hesitation, Maynard gave the last seat on the lifeboat to Darlene. As I struggled in the water, my son, Waldo Hansen—whom I carried for nine months and gave birth to—cried out, "Don't let Mom up! She'll push Ms. Thompson off." Clutching nothing but a broken plank, I somehow made it to shore. By the time I collapsed on the sand, I was frozen, exhausted, and done. I had never felt so alone. Shortly after, I found myself clutching a diagnosis of severe depression in my hand. I was ready to bring this wretched life to a quiet end. But when my husband and son realized I truly didn't want to live anymore, they collapsed into tears. They wrapped their arms around me as they sobbed, "Please don't leave us. We really can't live without you."

This is the story of the most powerful magical creature, Alexander's. Alexander has set himself on a mission to find his father's twin brother Arthur who cruelly killed his whole family along with his lover to become the most powerful warlock. Alexander is finding the 18 mythical relics of Goddess so he could revive his dead lover Daniel and his both elder siblings. His overly possessive elder brother Aadam and his overly protective and caring, mother hen sister Aleena. Trying to find the secret of Arthur's death which only his parents and elder siblings knew he stumbled upon a growling mutt who was claiming him to be his mate. A mate which Alexander never wanted & ran off at the sight of when he encountered one. He never believed in mates, as in the world of witches they choose their life partner themselves. The overly protective, hell possessive Alpha of all the alphas Damian who wants nothing but his mate only. Who has been waiting for his mate impatiently from the past 80 years since the moment he turned 18. Alexander tried hard to run away from this growling mutt but somehow destiny always made him stumble across the domineering alpha. Alexander was broken and Damian wanted to mend him but how will he do that when his mate isn't ready to give him a chance. Alexander had decided there's no place in his heart for anyone else except for his dead lover Daniel whom he wants to bring back to life. No one can take his place, be it mate or not, while the mutt seems to can't keep his hands to himself. Alexander was a total spoiled brat who was in for nothing more than a one night stand while Damien wanted him all for himself. Now how will their story bloom?

"I want you. Yield to me..." he announced again, this time pinning her down the sofa. *****After her royal family killed, a princess now lives inside the mansion of her most hated captor. Through the help of some good people, she was placed in the servants’ quarters instead of the dungeon.Working as a servant and growing into a fine young woman at the same time, she begins to long for freedom.It was a difficult goal to attain though, not when she had the King and the Crown Prince to contend with. However, what if this Crown Prince had an agenda of his own? What if, in some twisted destiny, he actually cared for her?Genre: Fantasy-Royalty, Historical RomanceAll Rights ReservedJMFelic Books 2020

The woman who settled down as a stripper, call girl, and a gold digger. Her life that goes around in the world of material things, fame and money. She believes that the only thing in the world to survive is money. Her name is Maria Juliet William, she’s a fool blinded by a fake love from a businessman. She’s longing for love, but Robby only wants her to satisfy his lustful needs as a man. She met a guy with a simple living named Victor. The guy who is willing to cherish her and accept her flawed personality. Maria tries to stop Victor, she knew that the man had no money and power to please her material needs. But Victor is always making an effort to win her heart. They become friends with Maria. They have the same dream, to become a ‘Famous Writer’, but Maria chose the path of being a stripper. Victor was inspired by her life story as a stripper. What will be the role of Victor in Maria’s whole life? Will Maria see the value of genuine love rather than money? Or she will stay as a SHOWGIRL.

My sister and I were both adopted from the same orphanage. When we got to choose our paths, she picked a prominent family in Edenorf City—wealthy, influential, and utterly untouchable. But the heir turned out to be twisted and cruel. He tormented her day in and day out. I chose the unassuming Moss family. They didn't have the fortune or the status of her new family, but they treated me with genuine warmth. In time, their youngest son became a business titan, and he married me, giving me a life filled with more happiness than I'd ever dreamed possible. Consumed by jealousy, my sister secretly strangled me. But when I opened my eyes again, I found she had shamelessly stolen the life I’d built—this time, choosing the Moss family for herself. "Carmen," she sneered, "now it's your turn to suffer." I almost laughed out loud. Did she think the Moss heir was some simple jackpot?

While I was on vacation with my parents, we stood on the deck overlooking the sea when my father suddenly asked, "Mother duck says quack, quack, quack, quack. But?" I was about to reply, "Only four little ducks came back," when he kicked me into the water. "What's taking you so long to finish a song? Are you cognitively arrested or what?" he barked. Cold water filled my lungs like lead as I bobbed in the waves. "Help me, Dad! I can't swim!" My mother told the captain to steer the superyacht away instead. "Then stay in the water a little longer. Self-preservation may finally make you learn to swim. That's what you need. Real grit and adversity to unlock your potential." I flailed my arms and fought to stay afloat, but panic took over. My right leg cramped and refused to move. I could only watch the superyacht fade into the horizon. I drifted for a while before I could catch up with my parents' superyacht. I wished I could tell them how many ducks came back, but they would never hear my voice again.

Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride. The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him. If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune. If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen. The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well. However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another. I was the only one who volunteered. I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.

The buzzing of my phone in the middle of the night jolted me awake. On the other end of the line came a voice I could never forget. It was my daughter! However, she died three years ago!