Not Your Ordinary Novels & Stories

When I was young, I saved a fae—charming and extremely handsome. In return, he offered me one wish, and I, lost in romantic fantasies, asked for the strongest wolves to be obsessed with me. It sounded dreamy—until it wasn’t. Obsession, I learned, is a storm disguised as a dream. First up, my stepbrother—his obsession turned him into a tormentor. Life became unbearable, and I had to escape before a mating ceremony that felt more like a nightmare than a love story. But freedom was short-lived. The next wolf found me, nearly made me his dinner, and kidnapped me away to his kingdom, proclaiming I would be his Luna. He wasn’t as terrifying, but when he announced our wedding plans (against my will, obviously), his best friend appeared as competitor number three. “Great! Just what I needed,” I thought. This third wolf was sweet, gentle, and truly cared—but, alas, he wasn’t my type. Desperate, I tracked down the fae. “Please, undo my wish! I want out of this romantic disaster!” My heart raced; I really needed him to understand me. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, you’re on your own. But I can help you pick the best one out of them!” How do I fix this mess? Facing three intense wolves: “Marry me, I’ll kill anyone who bothers you!” the first declared fiercely. “No, marry me! I’ll make you the happiest ever,” the second pleaded. “I’ll destroy every kingdom you walk into. You’re mine!” the third growled, eyes blazed. “Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?” A long sigh escaped my lips. Caught between a curse and a hard place, I really just wanted peace and quiet…but which one do I choose?

Leon and Clara have a problem. They’re both popular. They both get confessed to constantly. And somehow, they both still think romance sounds troublesome. As childhood best friends, their daily lives are filled with teasing, arguments, embarrassing moments, and ruining each other’s peace. Everything stays normal… until Clara jokingly confesses to Leon one afternoon. It was supposed to be a joke. So why can’t he stop thinking about it? Now, between school rumors, awkward realizations, and feelings neither of them fully understands, their once comfortable friendship slowly begins to change. What happens when the person who has always been beside you suddenly becomes someone you can no longer see the same way? Do or not?

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘾𝙞𝙘𝙞'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚. For five years, Cici clung to a love that defied fate. As a rogue, she believed choice mattered more than destiny. When she gave her heart to Dante, the alpha of the disgraced Red Fang clan, she believed they could defy fate itself. For five years, she fought for their love against his family’s rejection, clinging to the promise that he chose her over destiny. But when his fated mate returns, the first love he never forgot, Cici’s world begins to crumble. Their wedding is postponed, his loyalty wavers, and the pack’s rejection grows louder. Tired of waiting, Cici decides to walk away. Yet the alpha who once swore he loved her refuses to let her go, even as his bond to another deepens.

Ara once thought Logan was her perfect lover. He was everything she dreamed of—charming, sophisticated, and with a deep love for art that matched her own. Together, they shared long conversations about paintings, literature, and life, and Logan seemed to understand her in ways no one else ever had. For a while, she truly believed he was the perfect man, the one she was meant to be with forever. But when she discovered the truth, she realized he’d only been using her to get closer to the woman he truly wanted. Heartbroken and betrayed, Ara walked away in the pouring rain, her heart shattered but her resolve stronger than ever. She would never let him back in. Three years later, Logan resurfaces—not through a business deal with her company, but through an unexpected acquisition of one of its key partners. Determined to win Ara back, Logan is no longer the man she once knew. He’s cold, relentless, and will stop at nothing to force her back into his world. “You can’t escape me, Ara. This time, I’ll make you stay.” But Ara is no longer the same woman she was. Her fierce independence and stubborn heart refuse to let Logan back in, no matter how hard he pushes. As their past resurfaces, secrets about Logan’s possible connection to her father’s death threaten to unravel everything.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

I was a violin prodigy. But to pay my mother’s debts, I was forced to give up everything. That’s when I met the man who would own me: Dante Moretti. He was the king of New York's underworld. The Don of the Moretti family. With a single phone call, fortunes were made. With a single glance, blood was spilled. The world didn't just bend to his will—it broke. And on that day… what he wanted was me. He gave me a five-year contract. A penthouse in a skyscraper overlooking all of New York. More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me. Instead, I turned my back on him. And married another man.

One week before our wedding, my fiancee told me she wanted to have a baby with her childhood best friend. When I said no, she looked at me as if I were the unreasonable one. "It's just IVF," my fiancee said. "Nothing is going to happen between Logan and me. His parents have been pressuring him to get married so badly that he almost died in a car accident. Now they have finally agreed to back off as long as he has a child. We should help him." I stared at her, my face drained of color. "We're getting married in a week, and you want to have another man's baby? Do you honestly think that's fair to me?" Her expression softened, and she reached for my hand as if she were soothing a child. "Daniel," she said gently, "after we're married, we'll have children of our own too." In that moment, whatever love I had left for her died completely. She was right about one thing: I would have children of my own someday, but not with her. I turned around, opened my phone, and posted a status for everyone to see, 'I'm getting married in one week, but I'm missing a bride. Anyone interested?'

He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool, dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then... let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping. And I really want to get out of these clothes.” “What if someone catches you... me, both?” “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.” His eyes darkened, and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken...” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

When billionaire Dominic Hayes is accused of corporate fraud, he hires Serena Caldwell, the country’s top lawyer, to clear his name. As Serena uncovers a web of betrayal led by Dominic’s vengeful cousin, danger escalates, and sparks fly between them. Torn between professionalism and passion, they must work together to expose the truth—before it’s too late

When a mafia boss falls at your feet, can you escape? I hurt and kill people, but not just any ordinary ones. He’s given me my name, my fame, and my legacy. In honor of my non-biological father, who raised and protected me, I will defend our clan, even if it means a bloodbath for my enemies. I wasn’t given a choice. I have to marry her—a sweet, bubbly, and funny countryside girl. I don’t understand what makes her special, why it has to be her. Then, I uncovered the truth about her real identity. I need to protect her more than myself, because Elizabeth Betty is not just my wife. She’s everything to me. -Drake Del Fiore- I met you by mistake. I find you cool and attractive, yet ruthless with a warm heart. You came like a knight, given my family shelter and proposing marriage. Hang on, marriage? You’ve paid off my bills and my parents’ debt. What’s your real deal? Oh, I get it. I have to marry you, right? He seems like a decent businessman, and I don’t think he likes me—he may just need me as a cover. That’s fine. As long as no strings attached, and please, don’t touch me! Uhm, are you sure about this, Betty? Then I fell in love, failed to protect my heart. Will he still hold me until the end? -Betty Canor- Drake Lucas Del Fiore is a mafia boss who shows no mercy to his enemies. His father gives him a mission and that is to marry Betty. To Drake, Betty seems ordinary. He never thought that this ordinary girl would capture his heart blindly. And now, falling at her feet, he soon found out who Betty really is.