P R I N C E Unscramble Novels & Stories

BLURB: How could everything change so fast for Amelia Earhart? From going to that hotel by the corner of the club to experience a night full of passion to not being able to identify her children's father, how could her life move so drastically different? Mr FERNANDEZ AND I, tells the story of Amelia Earhart who had a night full of passion with a billionaire, Mr Fernandez Tiguan. She met him at the club and hit things off pretty well as they moved to the hotel. They had a fun time. The next morning when she woke up, he was gone. Amelia took no serious note to it as she went back to work to continue with her life, until one day at the office, she discovers she is pregnant. She goes to check and sees not just one child—there are three children lying in there. Frustrated and scared, Amelia begins to search for their father. She experiences mockery and hatred for raising children she has no idea where their father is, and soon, she gets use to it. When all hope fails and she begins to get accustomed to the life of being a single mother with her three children, guess who shows up in her life and perhaps may want his children back?... Experience the life of a girl who had a one night of fun but doesn't know what fate holds for her in 'MR FERNANDEZ AND I'

Carter A highly respected young businessman and owner of a large fortune, but who hides a dark past. He grew up on the streets and, to escape poverty, he entered the drug trade. Owner of an incomparable reputation, but what no one imagines is that he has a cold heart and embittered by abandonment. Hate consumes his life and the search for revenge motivates him to move forward, because he is not able to forgive those who hurt him in the past. His goal is to become richer and richer and he doesn't mind using anyone to achieve his goals. For him, people are to be used at will or to humiliate. "I'm still going to find her and if she's not dead, I'll kill her myself."

"what do you want from me?" She said she cries hoping to leave her. She struggled to keep him away, but her weak resistance did not work. “I demand what is mine, my little companion.” He answered her, pushing her hard against the wall, putting his face to her neck, sniffing at her scent, while the poor girl, who had been oblivious to his world, cried out for help. But she didn't know that no one would come to save her and face the wrath of the alpha who was fixing her on the wall. I guess it was a mistake to move to a town where secrets are blacker than dark but she didn't have a choice, right?

I waited for Alex for over five years. I endured the whispers of the clan, the mocking gazes, the judgment from his family who never thought I was good enough. Still, I waited—because I loved him. I believed in him. I trusted that he would choose me in the end. But the truth shattered me. One evening, I saw his laptop left open. And on the screen—countless photos of Elsa. His childhood sweetheart. His first love. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. While I was drowning in problems, silently begging for his support, he was smiling by her side. All those years I gave him... all that waiting… I got nothing. So I left. Broken. Exhausted. Done pretending I was okay. I traveled far from our pack, seeking solitude under the excuse of pack relocation. But the truth was, I was trying to stitch myself back together—one breath, one step, one bitter tear at a time.But now… he’s gone mad looking for me. Why, Alex? Why do you search for me now, after crushing me so completely? When I stood by you, you looked past me. Now that I’ve finally let go… Why do you care?

My husband had a heart attack on his way to work and died. All I could see was his body when I rushed to the hospital. I was heartbroken and bedridden. When I was about to die, I saw on the news that he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. My bestie cashed the prize money with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my husband faked his death. But I wanted to make his death real this time! “Are you from the funeral home? My husband is dead. We need to plan a cremation for him right away!”

In Hollow Creek, there was an old custom: if you turned thirty and still were not married, the community chair would arrange for you to come home and meet potential matches. When I told Marcus about it, he laughed coldly. “What kind of backwoods tradition is that supposed to be? “Constance, I said I would marry you, and I will. But pressuring me is something else.” Then he took out the ring and casually handed it to Hannah. She accepted it with a blush. “I was going to propose,” he said. “But since you want to act like this, maybe we should cool off for a while.” The ring I had waited years for was handed to someone else like it meant nothing. For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. Marcus walked out of my office with an easy confidence, the corner of his mouth lifted in a victorious smile. Hannah held the ring out to me. I did not take it. “Keep it,” I said. “Wasn’t it meant for you anyway? “You wear it. It suits you.” Her face went pale. I showed her to the door. Before closing it, I said, “Tell Mr. Vale that he and I are done.”

"He is no hero, but he is willing to fight for her..." Abigail fucking Howard! Typical sweet girl, a nerdy girl who always has that cute button nose of hers buried inside a book. She wants to be an author and she's got what it takes. She has also got her whole life planned out. Study, get her degree, then get an internship in some publishing company and work her way to becoming the best selling author. I could also see her getting married to some preppy rich guy who is going to be a lawyer and then they'd have two kids and live happily ever after, cool story right? Wrong! I was wrong because Abigail wants me and the crazy thing is I want her too! I have for a long time but the problem is I am not good enough for her and I am mixed up in too many fucked up shits to be the man she wants me to be. I am not the hero she reads in those romance books of hers, I am no hero and I'll never be!

On Halloween night, I went to pick up my husband after he had been drinking. As I reached the door, I heard someone inside asking about the wildest thing anyone had ever done. In his drunken haze, my husband muttered, “I’ve been living a second life behind my wife’s back. After Halloween, I’ll end things with the other woman, go back home for good, and try to make it up to her.” My heart sank, though I felt a small sense of relief that he was getting back on the right track. He continued, “After all, our two kids are just three years old. This is when they need their dad the most.” Everyone in the private room praised him for being responsible, saying that nothing was more precious than a reformed man. I stood frozen in place, because we had agreed not to have children when we got married. I was the “other woman”.

After my family joined hands to send me to prison for three years, I start learning how to behave myself. I do whatever everyone else tells me to do. The day I'm released from prison, my wife, Regina Johnson, sits in the car and says coldly, "If you ever lay those hands of yours on Ty again, I'll…" Before she can say anything else, I jump out of the car, pick up a brick from the side of the road, and smash my hand into a pulp with it. Regina stares at the bone sticking out and goes pale. When we get back home, Tyler Lowe, my adopted younger brother, ambushes me in the bathroom and scoffs. "So what if you're the biological son of the Lowe family? I can just as easily have you kicked out of the family!" Then, he uses a blade to make a small cut on one of his fingers before crying out in alarm, "If you really hate me, Cal, I'll leave right away! Please don't kill me!" Regina and my older sister, Calista Lowe, enter just in time to witness his display. Shaking with anger, they stomp on my wound with their high heels. "You haven't changed one bit! If anything happens to Ty, I'll make you pay for it with your life!" I nod obediently and march straight to the kitchen, where I jump into the massive meat grinder before turning it on. The blood and bits of flesh spray all over Mom and Dad, who end up walking in right then. Mom lets out a shrill shriek before fainting, while Dad forces himself to remain composed as he turns off the power. At this point, even Regina, my sharp-tongued wife, can't find the words to say anything. She stands frozen, her body trembling. When we're inside the ambulance, Tyler clings to Regina, quivering as he says, "This has nothing to do with me! He jumped into the machine himself. You have to believe me!" It's almost impossible for me to stay conscious through the unbearable pain, but I muster the strength to nod along with him. After failing to win over my family, I'd spent three years in prison. Later on, the system told me that if I showed absolute obedience until the day I died, I would receive massive financial compensation and be transported back to my original world.

Lucas Grey becomes the head of his family at sixteen. He realizes that his parents death wasn't an accident. His main goals are to take care of his two sisters and find his parents killer. Lucas finds his bonded half but she doesn't want him, a brutal attack makes her go into hiding and Lucas has to suffer her nightmares. By chance they meet again and the bond is as strong as ever. Lucas is stubborn, slow to forgive and Rylee is afraid of loving him. Follow their story as they get pulled together by their bond but pushed apart by their actions as Lucas tries to lead his lair and protect his family. “See how easy it is to excite you,” I said as my fingers pushed inside her. Her whole body stiffened as she looked at me. “I don't love you Rylee and I wouldn't fuck you even if you begged for it,” I said. Her hand made contact with my cheek as she slapped me as hard as she could and it stung a little as she pushed herself up and away from me. “I fucking hate you,” she said coldly and walked over to the bed. “You hate me? I hate you back!” I yelled at her. “You expect me to believe your story but you won't believe mine?” she said angrily. “You can't even remember what the fuck you did that night, I saw you coming out of that bathroom with him following you! Can you honestly tell me you remember what you did in there?” I yelled. “I know myself and I wouldn't sleep with some random stranger,” she said as she looked at me. “Except that you did."