Our Blessed Homeland Meme Novels & Stories

Trenton Edward’s newlywed wife, Angela, ran away from his home before his arrival back to the country. He didn’t care, because they haven’t met and he wasn’t interested in the marriage. After a coincidental sexual intercourse with his employee, he found out she was his wife and took her back to his villa and got her pregnant to have a heir to inherit his wealth and satisfy his mother in order to avoid her constant disturbance in his life. Despite all of this, he still didn’t love Angela, his ex Laura came back and complicated things even more. Did Laura succeed in winning back Trenton’s heart or did Angela win his heart and make him forget all about Laura? Let’s find out.

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

A girl jumped into the river, cursing her fate and God. She was sinking in water and a pair of huge arms saved her. Someone, who came to save her is her Saviour. He carries her in her arms and puts her in his car. He reached the hospital in a few minutes with the unconscious body of that girl. All the way, he was looking at her thinking about the girl. She became conscious after treatment of a few hours given by doctors. She asked first of all, as she woke up, "Who saved me?" A sound like a roar is colliding in her ears, "I saved you." "You...... What the hell ?" She yelled. "Don't shout Ms Aradhya Kashyap. Now I gave you a new life so you have to pay for this." Samarth said conditionally. "What should I pay? And why should I pay?" She asked back and added angrily, "Did I ask you to save me?" The disgust for this man was shown on her face. He was just giving a winning smirk to her. "You have to marry me." He bored her orbs sharply. "Marry you, my foot. I will choose to die... Go to hell, Mr Goenka." She replied with disgust in her tone. "Really" He saw her photos when he saved her, she was in torn clothes and it was visible that she was raped. She was startled. He is blackmailing her without hearing her. "If you will not marry me, I will publish it in the newspaper. The choice is yours." He smirked again. A tear spilt over her cheeks, she replied, "Yes, I will marry you. But...." "What but..??" "I'm only 17. How can you marry a minor girl?" "Let me remind you, Ms Aradhya Kashyap, you turned 18. Today is your birthday, 21st February."

My name is Simone Fitzgibbon, a 5-foot 5 woman, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. I am also well-known super model Leona Simmons. How is this possible? My father works in prosthetics. He designed a special bodysuit from my waist to my heels. Once I step into it; I have a flawless figure, making me stand at 5-foot 12. It’s also easy to hide my identity once I take it off. Growing up; I attended an elite high school where there were rich, privileged wankers all over the place. Even though I wasn’t rich nor privileged. The biggest wanker of them all was Richard Peterson. He made my life a living hell with his privileged attitude. I was on the receiving end of a lot of his taunts for the last two years of high school. My only problem now; I am to marry his older half-brother Emmett in two days. Our union was sealed when I was 5 by my mother Celeste and his mother Victoria. They were best friends and fellow journalists. That’s before Mum and her died in a car accident when Emmett was 12 and I was 9. Since then, Emmett and Richard’s father Paul; sent Emmett overseas. We haven’t seen each other since.

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.

Her father was killed by a strong gang. The daughter of a well-known business executive, Leon Soo-Yun was a lawyer. She wed Jang Jun-Sang, who was her childhood friend and the most successful man at a young age, in order to advance the family business. Soo-Yun desired to track down her father's murderer. She only wanted to punish the offender, but it also made life miserable for everyone.

'What the hell? Where am I? Why can't I move my body?' The last thing she remember was wearing a blue gown to attend her brother's wedding. But why the hell she's in the hospital room? Who are these people calling her in a different name? Where was her family? Wait, who's that strange girl staring at her? "I am leaving. I can't live in this cruel world anymore" "Wait, who are you? Why am I here?" "I am sorry Catherine Davison. Here after you have to live as Katherine Flynn" With that she disappeared as smoke. What did she mean by that ‘I have to live as a Katherine Flynn?’ Catherine Davison life was totally changed upside down. It's true, it’s totally changed upside down.

Imani Carter has everything she once prayed for—a beautiful home, a rising career in public relations, and a husband, Malik, who has loved her since they were teenagers. From the outside, their marriage looks like a dream. Inside, though, it has grown predictable, careful, and a little too quiet. Hoping to bring excitement back into their relationship, Imani agrees to Malik’s suggestion of inviting a third person into their marriage—just for fun, just for adventure, just once. Enter Zariah. Zariah is magnetic, confident, and everything Imani didn’t realize she was craving—spontaneous, emotionally open, and unapologetically free. What begins as an arrangement with rules quickly shifts into something deeper. Imani finds herself drawn not just to Zariah’s beauty, but to the way she makes her feel seen, heard, and alive in ways her marriage hasn’t in years. As Imani’s feelings grow, Malik senses the shift. What he thought would spice up their relationship starts to feel like a threat he can’t control. His charm turns to suspicion, his affection to obsession. The balance of power inside their marriage cracks, revealing jealousy, possessiveness, and a darkness Imani never noticed before. Caught between loyalty and longing, Imani must decide what love really means—and whether following her heart is worth risking everything she built.

A dangerous memory is worth keeping. Velgrave Academy is no ordinary school—it's a haven for the Bloodborn, gifted students with abilities most people could never imagine. But for Ophelia Wolfe, power isn’t just a gift; it’s a weapon—and her most guarded secret. Cold, composed, and unapologetically untouchable, Ophelia has no time for drama, distractions, or the infuriatingly charming Carl Maddox. He's reckless, sarcastic, and knows exactly how to push her buttons. He also remembers the one thing she’d hoped was buried: a secret moment shared one summer night. One they both swore to forget. Now, fate keeps throwing them together—class projects, whispered rumors, a growing mystery unraveling inside the academy. As tension turns into undeniable attraction, and playful rivalry turns into something far deeper, Ophelia and Carl are forced to confront what they’ve been running from: each other. But in a school where memories can be stolen and secrets are never safe, love could be the most dangerous risk of all. Because some secrets don’t just stay hidden… They haunt. They burn. And the most dangerous ones? They change everything.

Lottie just knows that her boyfriend is going to propose, but then his big question involves a trip abroad—not a trip down the aisle. Completely crushed, Lottie reconnects with an old flame, and they decide to take drastic action. No dates, no moving in together, they’ll just get married . . . right now. Her sister, Fliss, thinks Lottie is making a terrible mistake, and will do anything to stop her. But Lottie is determined to say “I do,” for better, or for worse.