Novel & Cerita Novel Precious

Raj is not just a handsome and intelligent businessman; he is the charismatic CEO of the prestigious Kapoor chain of hotels and industries. With a beautiful sister and a nurturing mother by his side, Raj seems to have it all. Deep down, however, he harbors a passion for music and dreams of becoming a celebrated singer—a dream put on hold after the tragic death of his father thrust him into the demanding world of business. In a twist of fate, Raj finds love in his charming secretary, Sujata. Their whirlwind romance culminates in a stunning wedding, but an unintentional tragedy casts a dark shadow over their union—Raj bears the weight of blame for Sujata's father's death. Just as life seems to be falling into place, tragedy strikes again as Raj dies mysteriously on the very night of their marriage. In the wake of his death, Sujata is consumed by vengeance, determined to take everything from Raj as a way of avenging her father's demise. Sadly, it is Raj's mother and sister who pay the ultimate price for his past mistakes. Yet, hope emerges in the form of Abhimanyu, the son Raj never got to know—a perfect reflection of his father with an equally enchanting voice and a passion for music. As destiny unfolds, Abhimanyu returns to his roots, where he encounters the captivating Pankhuri, leading him on a journey that awakens memories of his previous life as Raj. With love, music, and a quest for redemption at the heart of the story, the pieces of fate intertwine in unexpected ways, revealing how the past can shape the future in the most profound manner.

Ella, an ambitious woman, left Daniel due to uncontrollable circumstances without officially breaking up with him. However, Daniel in the given situation embraced the role of a workaholic since he is unable to forget Ella. After six years, destiny brings them together through their beautiful 5-year-old daughter Lilly, who is the string that is holding them together. Will Daniel be able to forgive Ella for leaving him? Will Ella be able to accept Daniel after what she has gone through or will destiny play a cruel game and take Lilly away from Ella?

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

On our first wedding anniversary, I found out I was pregnant, which I believed was the best gift for my husband, but! I was greeted with a divorce agreement. TODAY last year: "Did you also have someone in your life you're trying to forget?" "Yes." " Let's both do our best to have a pleasant and joyful relationship!" "Ok." I lied to him, I fabricated an imaginary ex-boyfriend just so I could marry Johnson. A marriage that begins with a lie is probably not destined to end well. I knew I could marry Johnson because of a bet he had made with his ex-girlfriend. But I didn't understand，I thought he would fall in love with me over time. He's been making love to me every night for a year, so why? I'm leaving with my pride and my precious baby, but why is he suddenly unwilling to sign the divorce papers?

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

Because her precious Jeremy needed a lab rat, Harper shipped me off to Bendora Mental Health Institute after my surgery. I got electroshocked until I was drooling and twitching, and she? She just slapped her hand over Jeremy's eyes like, "Ew, babe, don't look." Jeremy scored a Research Award nomination off that mess. Harper celebrated with fireworks so loud they could've woken the dead. Meanwhile, I was lying there in the dark, staring up at the sky while they took my leg. To keep it quiet, Jeremy slapped on a prosthetic and threatened me if I ever opened my mouth. He told Harper I just got "a little banged up" in the trial. Numb, I boxed up my leg in a freezer box. Seven days later, at Jeremy's big gala night, guess who would unwrap it like a party favor? Yeah. Harper.

I think Micah Walker is the love of my life. I fight hard within my family to secure a grand wedding with him. My parents plan to launch a multi-million-dollar jewelry line called "True Love" on our wedding day. But seven days before the wedding, Micah tells me he has to marry his first love first to honor her late mother's last wish—then marry me afterward. He says impatiently, "For Ariana's filial duty, everything else can be sacrificed. If you can't let go of that money, then go marry someone else right now!" Turns out, in his world, I and everything I have built were always expendable—just some obstacles standing between him and his precious first love. I turn away and call my brother. "Kyle, keep the wedding as planned. Just find me a new groom."

My CEO wife, Vivian Lynch, suffers from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the pillow mists I make. At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, her male best friend, Earl Cain, pours a basin of hot water onto the old cypress tree in the backyard. I rush to save the tree in tears. Earl gets on his knees and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Allen. I did not know that you use this tree's leaves to make the pillow mists." Vivian comforts him gently and orders her men to tie me to the trunk of the tree. She says with a scoff, "If this tree is so precious, then you can spend your life guarding it!" After I hurt my hands from this ordeal, the first thing I do is to demand a divorce. On one night a month later, Vivian, who is unable to sleep, goes to the backyard and sees the withered old cypress tree there.

*on-going* The story about Kourtney Devaraux, the what-so-called Queen B who is misunderstood by a lot of people. She's overlooked as someone who will come for those who threaten her. But it's the other way around.(A stand-alone novel from His Fragile Flame)