Novels Drama Novels & Stories

Celine Dashiell Everson had always enjoyed living a life away from the shadows of her family's wealth. As the youngest daughter of the country's wealthiest man, her bank account boasted millions, if not billions, courtesy of a family empire capable of acquiring not just one city, but another. However, she had long learned that embracing a life beyond the spotlight and living anonymously without the burden of her last name proved to be the best way to live a happier life. That’s why she uses her mother’s last name to keep her peace. But her supposed ordinary life turned upside down after she met Callahan Simmons, a playboy billionaire. She found herself falling for his charms and before she knew it, she was already agreeing to a marriage of convenience in hopes that he could learn to love her. She was willing to stay as long as Callahan needed her. But what happens when Callahan's first love comes back and now, everyone around them wants them to get back together? To make things worse, it seems like Callahan thinks the same…

"What the fuck, Kamila?" he snapped. "Why the hell did you send these divorce papers?" Kamila sighed, "Can't you read, Mr. Cadet? It's a simple instruction. Sign them." ** On the day Kamila tragically loses her unborn child, it's the final straw. She's done being her husband Mark's doormat, enduring his constant infidelity and public humiliation. This time, she's fighting back. What Mark didn't know, however, was that his wife was no poor helpless orphan. Kamila was actually a hidden heiress to the powerful Smithson family - a secret weapon she was about to unleash. Mark launches his campaign to run for governor, but Kamila decides to run against him! She’s also got her loyal Smithson brothers backing her up, and she's ready to take her sweet revenge on that cheating husband of hers.

Maharani, the ex-business man's wife, promised to herself to not get help from her cheating ex to pay their son's tuition fee. Therefore, she apllied job as a maid for Mr. Kusuma, a rich man who need someone to take care his house and his young daughter. At first, she thought everything was easy. With her knowledge and her experience as a mother, she could handled it well. But, somehow, she felt more like a housewife, especially when Maharani faced Mr. Kusuma. That hot widow likes to tease her. Could Maharani survive in her new job?

After an attack by rogues, Angel, at the age of 6, was orphaned by his mother and was sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. After a rogue attack, Angel loses his mother. At the age of 6, he is sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. The life changes that he had made were not easy. Choosing between his uncle's pack, the school he attended, the human boyfriend he had left behind, and the pack where the father who didn't love him was the Beta, where a more rural life awaited him, left him on edge. Everything becomes more complicated when the friend who turned his back on him, hurting him and making him cry when he was only five years old, introduces himself as his mate. Will Angel accept all the changes that life brings or give up and return to England and the arms of his human boyfriend? This is the story of an Angel: not an angel with wings but one full of love in his heart.

"And Action!” I slowly lick my lips as I glance across the room at Trevor lying on the bed. His bare chest glows under the spotlights and practically begs to be touched. Can I keep myself under control? What am I thinking? I have to keep myself reined in. I don't want to ruin anything between us. We are good friends and nothing more, but I can't confess to him I've had wet dreams of him almost every night. Tiffany, a struggling up-and-coming actor, finally gets the break she has been wishing for and wins the leading role in a new drama. Her sexy co-star, Trevor, is someone she is familiar with and knows from her initial days of her first drama. They barely had any scenes together during that first drama, but they've developed a friendship and share the same agency and manager. When the fans initially saw them together, they immediately wanted them to be a couple. This new drama provides them exactly that. With her dreams finally coming true, will Tiffany be able to keep her secret hidden? Or will the intimate scenes with her handsome co-star unravel everything she has worked so hard to hide?

At first a joke, and now a matter of seriousness. He thought she could fall into his trap but finally find himself cut off from reality. She ressemble a mature girl, yet she isn't. No matter how strong she is and how she will hate the character of Zack, Tiara will not resist to his charm, and him too. Love gains thier hearts, no matter their differences. Romance take it path in their life with all the ignorant they possess. Toronto will be their loving paradise, happiness invade their life until reality on its own gain it's path...trying to fly made her think their love could go above all but never above lies.

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

I had been working as a part-time male escort for a while. My relationships with clients had always stayed strictly online. One day, I got a request from a woman who had just gone through a breakup. Her voice reminded me of a female streamer I really liked. She eagerly invited me to meet her in person. After a lot of hesitation, I agreed to it. We started talking more often, but then, she suddenly disappeared. When she showed up again, she seemed like a completely different person. After one passionate night together, I realized I was in serious trouble.