One Regret Is Enough Novels & Stories

Elena's world falls apart when her fiance accuses her of cheating on their wedding day, calling off the wedding and ending an investment deal with her father. To save her father's company from bankruptcy, she is forced to marry the mysterious and wealthy Nicklaus Coleman. She soon realizes Nicklaus is the man she met the night before at a club, but she suspects him and his father’s intentions. However, she starts falling for him after their shared experiences, only to suffer a miscarriage and be set up and sent to jail. After her release, Elena decides to live for herself and pursue her dreams. A few weeks later, she discovers her life is about to change. Elena returns after 5 years when some shocking truths are revealed. Will she find the strength to overcome all the challenges that hit her? Will she forgive those who have wronged her in the past?

With her father's design company bankrupt and her mother's medical bills crushing her, Elara Quinn had 72 hours before she loses everything. Then Lucien Blackwood walks into her office with an insane offer: marry him for one year, get paid $3 million and save everything. The catch? A contract. Lucien needed a wife to secure his inheritance after his grandfather's will trapped him with a deadline to get married before the age of thirty three. He needs someone who would marry him. Someone desperate enough to follow the contract but proud enough to make it believable. Someone he could never actually fall for. Elara needed money while Lucien needed a wife. It was supposed to be clean and transactional. Until it wasn't. Denying their bond could cost them their happiness. Admitting it could cost them everything else. Can love rewrite a marriage built on rules? What happens when the cursed clause becomes the only truth that matters?

Alpha Lucas - My brothers and I wanted nothing to do with her. She was a freak and was just good enough for our pranks and bullying. It's been that way since mid-school, junior high, and now, senior high. When the full-moon night came for us to choose a mate, the moon Goddess got a little tipsy and made her my mate. I rejected her on the spot and that was the last time we ever saw the freak. But seven years later, she found her way back to us. We saw her rocking a stripper pole, and she wasn't the freak anymore. She was a bloody, sexy stripper. And now, I'm at war with my brothers for who really have dibs on her… EMILY - I was a victim of bullying, mistreatment, and abuse. The Alpha brothers wouldn't let me be. And the night I thought I'd find a mate who'd protect me from them, turned into a nightmare. I was mated to Alpha Lucas, and he rejected me. I fled Bloodhound Pack with a bleeding heart. But five years later, the brothers crawled back into my life, begging to own me. Each one of them would wager anything just to have me forever. What an irony! Never did I see this twist coming… —------------------------------------------------ When Emily Lopez finds herself caught between the Alpha brothers, what would her ultimate decision be? String them along, play with their hearts like they played with hers, or settle for one and let the others go? Maybe the first option would be ideal, after all, they all had a good size between their legs, and she always gets wet staring at them.

Tessa Ford thought she had it all: a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a thriving fashion brand. But when her husband, Grayson Grant, is manipulated into believing she’s having an affair with one of her models, the perfect life she built begins to crumble. Without giving her a chance to explain, he serves her divorce papers and disappears just when she needs him the most. When tragedy strikes, Tessa signs the papers and walks away. Five years later, fate brings them face-to-face once more. Grayson is haunted by his mistakes and desperate for forgiveness. Tessa has built walls around her heart that no amount of apology can break. As time goes on and old feelings resurface, will Tessa be able to find it in her heart to give him a second chance?

“You want this,” Leo murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the nape of my neck. His face hovered dangerously close to mine, so close that I forgot how to breathe. A gasp escaped me when he pushed my dress higher, exposing my thighs as his hands settled between them. I turned my head away, trying to escape the intensity of his gaze, the way it seemed to see straight through me. “Your body says otherwise,” he said softly. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a path of heat behind until they reached my bare chest. The sensation sent a sharp shiver down my spine. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as I inhaled sharply. I tried to speak, but the words refused to come. He had that effect on me. When his tongue brushed and sucked on my nipple, a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “You’re trembling,” he whispered against my skin. I shouldn’t be here. I should stay away from this man. But he had already worked his way into my thoughts, invading them every single day. My body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. It was supposed to be one night. I swallowed, forcing the words out as his fingers rubbed my core, making me arch forward instinctively against him. “I don’t want you.” “Interesting,” Leo said lazily, his finger hooking lightly against the strap of my thong. “Because you’re still here.” My eyes fluttered closed as a wave of sensation rushed through me. I was lying, and he knew it. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Leo,” I whispered. He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. “Give me one good reason, and I’ll stop.” “Because… you’re my best friend’s fiancé.”

After my younger brother died, my parents and grandfather all killed themselves. Each of them died in a different way, but they shared one thing in common: Before their deaths, every one of them had read my brother's suicide note. And in that note, there was only a single sentence. Reporters fought for a chance to interview me. The police interrogated me overnight. Countless people wanted to know what that sentence said. But I never told anyone. Until the tenth anniversary of my brother's death, when I saw a figure standing in front of his grave. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Because I knew my turn had finally come.

I've always been frail by nature. Taking two consecutive steps can make me gasp for air. If I cough, there's a chance there's blood accompanying it. When I'm seven years old, a homeless man in Bronzeton tries to snatch a half-eaten piece of bread from me. I lie on the ground as I convulse like a dying fish with foam gathering at my mouth. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head as well, as though my seizure is acting up. Thinking that I've gotten infected with some sort of disease, the homeless man is so frightened that he flees from Novarra overnight. When I'm ten years old, a delinquent tries to demand protection money from me. I react by spitting dark blood at his face. The poor guy screams at the top of his lungs as he runs down the street, only to get mistaken as a murderer by a police officer who happens to pass by the area. Since then, everyone avoids me like plague on the street. They aren't scared of me—they are terrified that they might get into trouble because of me. No one knows who my parents are. I've grown up in a rundown motel, and my adoptive mother is a stripper who used to be famous. Whenever she gets drunk, she often tells me, "Your father is a mafia Don." I've always thought that she's just running her mouth purely out of drunkenness. That is, until a black limo stops in front of me on the year I turn 18 years old. Three men clad in black suits get out of the limo. The leader sinks down on one knee right in front of me, his voice quivering as he speaks. "We finally found you, Ms. Salvatore. Your father is Vittorio Salvatore, the Don of one of the biggest mafia families in Novarra." At first, I think this is just a scamming scheme. That is, until I'm taken to the estate located on Lacreth Isle that's six acres wide and sports iron gates with the Salvatore insignia carved into them. On my first day home, the fake heiress, Serena Salvatore, purposefully releases the fearsome family dog in the estate just to intimidate me. That dog keeps barking at me, frightening me to the point that I spit out blood on the spot before collapsing to the ground. My mother, Rosalina Vitelli, almost loses her mind over my collapse. But my older brother, Marco Salvatore, shouts at me angrily instead. "Why are you playing dead? You made Serena cry because of your antics!" His voice is so loud that I feel as though my eardrums are going to burst anytime soon. Even my heart feels as though an invisible hand is gripping it tightly. My eyes roll to the back of my head instantly as my body crashes on the spot. Mamma flies into a rampage and almost beats Marco to death for scaring me. Having witnessed everything, Serena kicks up a fuss by attempting to commit suicide at the estate's clock tower just so she can apologize to me. In order to prove his love to Serena, my fiance, Luca Moretti, drags me forcibly to the top of the clock tower so that Serena can do whatever she wants to me. The thing is, the winds are strong on the top of the clock tower. That's when I accidentally slip and topple over the railing. My parents, who are looking everywhere for me, happen to be around the clock tower when I crash onto the spot near them. This time, my bruised and broken body is completely drenched in blood. Shell-shocked, they remain rooted to the spot as they stare at me in bewilderment. Then, they let out blood-curdling screams.

When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. My parents were furious and sent her abroad to study. George thought I was the one who exposed them. From then on, he hated me to my very core. Women came and went at his side, each one resembling my sister more than the last. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.

He pinned my hands above my head and leaned in, his husky whisper smiled beside my ear. “Your husband will never come back. You used him as an excuse to push me away. But now, I get it. You are playing hard to get, and I am more than pleased for a lovely chase. Eyes on the prize, love!” ... Helena’s world turned upside down with the rejection and betrayal of her husband, Alpha Zayden’s false accusations. After escaping that hell, she swore to hide her pregnancy and never look back in her painful past. Helena rebuilt her life as a successful jewelry designer, her four-year-old twins were the only asset of her life. Whereas Alpha Zayden was driven to the edge of insanity while searching for his wife, his soul consumed by regret. But would he be able to seek her forgiveness? What if Helena was courted by her boss, an influential lycan official? Would that worthy opponent steal his love for good?

I was nobody. A girl with a stolen name, a locked memory, and secrets someone died to keep. Then I woke up in a hospital room and felt him looking at me. And everything I thought I was stopped being true. His name is Zeviar Dravyn. To the world, he's a billionaire with a flawless reputation. To the wolves, he's the Alpha King – feared, cursed, and running out of time. And apparently, he's my mate. So is his brother. Orion Dravyn – exiled, dangerous, and looking at me like I'm the only answer to a question that's been killing him slowly. I'm supposed to choose. Except choosing one will destroy the other. And rejecting both will kill me. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is what I'm starting to remember. About who I was before the fire. Before I was separated from my family. Before someone decided that the last White Wolf needed to disappear. They spent years trying to erase what I am. They should have made sure I never remembered.