Open Water Novels & Stories

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.

Living all alone, Luna has never experienced love since the passing of her parents. The beautiful girl lives with her own aunt. Unfortunately, her aunt is cruel and heartless. Luna’s aunt even dared to sell her at a black market auction. The girl could do nothing but bow her head to her unfortunate fate. However, destiny had other plans-Luna met Draco Riordan, the man who bought her virginity. Everything began from here. Draco is a mysterious man who hides millions of secrets, while Luna is an innocent girl who knows nothing. The universe brought together two people from very different backgrounds. Draco, full of vengeance, meets a warm-hearted girl. So, what will become of their relationship? Will they unite, or are they like oil and water that cannot mix?

“On your knees,” Caspian ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate. Her legs gave way, the plush rug coarse against her skin. She looked up at them, four gods of her new, twisted world, each holding their cocks, hard and ready for her. “This is your punishment,” Caspian said, his hand moving slowly on himself. “For letting other men look. For being a naughty stripper .” “And your reward,” Raphael purred, his thumb swirling over the head of his erection. “For being so fucking perfect.” “Open your mouth,” Jeremy instructed, his voice thick. “Open your eyes. And don’t you dare look away.” Lyra became Jade, the faceless Stripper who could make men forget their names.But when four familiar faces took over the VIP booth, the illusion shattered. And instead of walking away, they bought the club that night—bought her stage, her contract, her secret. Four stepbrothers. One forbidden secret. She was their sin before she became their obsession.

“That must be enough to get you pregnant.” My eyes snapped open, but this time for a whole different reason. “What?” Blaze blinked, looking confused. “What what?” “What do you mean by pregnant?” I demanded, sitting up despite my exhaustion. “Pregnant, as in the mother of my child? You know... the surrogacy?” “Surrogacy? What surrogacy? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Selena did not have a good life in her previous life. After her rebirth, she believed that her future life would be better than depending on others by relying on the mysterious spring water that she accidentally obtained and the skills she mastered to make perfumes, essential oils, and various balms. But why does Lucio, her ex fiancé, always stare at her? Is he still reflecting on what she said when she broke off the engagement? Selena: Why did you want to marry me if you don't love me? Do you want to use this threat to retaliate against me? Paranoid Lucio: Why does Selena always avoid me and why does she run away from marriage? This is the story of a delicate and independent woman who was severely bullied by her paranoid knight husband after marrying her~

Blurb/Synopsis Jane didn't meet him like they all thought she did. It happened much longer than that, in the heart of the city of Vegas, with pulsing music, a painfully short skirt, alcohol, and the compelling thirst to cross the line. But Jane never did. Because she was in love with Shawn, her college lover, it didn't matter that as the year ran by, the attention he paid her lowered with it; that his new secretary wore the same cologne as him; that their three-year marriage was fast becoming boring. She craved more. She demanded more. But Shawn couldn’t see it. Until the night it all ended in the pool of their mansion, blood mixing with the clear water, sirens blasting all around. But Jane's eyes opened again, and she was back in that night in Vegas, with him. The man with the piercing green eyes. The man who was going to be a complicated part of her story.

The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!

During Christmas break, my boyfriend, Trevor Hayes, asks me to stop by and feed the dog that his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers, keeps at her place. I bring a bag of kibble over. But the second I open the door, a huge pit bull lunges at me and bites into my face and arms. Luckily, a neighbor hears me screaming and pulls me out of its jaws, but the damage is already done. The scars will stay with me forever. I break down, but Trevor blames me instead. "You must've done something wrong when you fed Mojo and set him off. You just got a scar, but Mojo's dead!" The weight of it all crushes me until I climb a rooftop and jump. After dying, I see Trevor holding Evelyn in his arms. "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together." When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Trevor asks me to go feed that dog.

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.” I begged him to take me to the hospital. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days. “All this scheming is just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.” I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is yours too! Adrian, I’m begging you. Please, for the child’s sake, save her. As long as the baby is safe, I promise I’ll never show up in front of you again.” His expression darkened. He bent down, grabbed my chin, and replied harshly, “Don’t play games with me. “As long as you stay here quietly until after midnight, I’ll take you to the hospital. Once the baby’s born, you can finally use the child to secure your place and truly marry into the Shaw family.” Later, when my contractions grew unbearable and I cried out in pain, he found me too noisy and took Evan and his mother out to celebrate instead. By the time he remembered me and asked whether I had a boy or a girl, his secretary’s face paled. “Mrs. Shaw is… gone.”