Pinwheel Forest Novels & Stories

Amara is just an Alpha’s daughter. Though, she’s treated like she isn’t. Abused, hated, and treated like garbage, she found a way to survive with her family. And at the age of 24, she still hadn’t found her mate, so she was chosen to attend a ball at per the Dark Lycan kings request, along with 39 other unmated females from surrounding packs.Scared and lonely, she is forced to endure the ball with her strength. That is.. until she ends up finding her mate. Sebastian has a dark past. Every night is always the same with him. He can’t sleep, especially after the death of his wife. Plagued by nightmares, his beast takes control every night wreaking havoc upon his palace. He doesn’t even remember the night his chosen mate died, only the aftermath. Only finding her in his bed with him covered in her blood. But then, he met Amara.The Moon Goddess had given him a mate, even after taking a chosen mate and losing her.And his fear of what would happen to her grew stronger with every night he watched her sleep in his bed. Afraid that one day she would cease to exist. That he would be the cause.. or maybe even the many snakes that stay within the walls of the palace.Will Sebastian finally be able to trust himself enough to love her? Will Amara be the one to break through his walls? Will Amara be able to love such a beast, even as she fights the bond alongside him?

Eveline is from a wealthy family and as been jet-setting as an ambassador for her older brother’s werewolf pack, and is learning of the responsibilities that comes with the name Devon and the reality of being the infamous Hellhound’s sister. Darren is the fourth son of an Alpha who has mor sons that he knows what to do with, and is a little adrift in life. None of them would have expected to find their mate at a political meetup of all the who’s who or werewolf society, and are forced to reconsider their future, the distance separating them, and their families, but those challenges are nothing compared to war and disaster coming their way.

Jenna Radcliff made the mistake of loving a scumbag for twenty years and ended up miserable and with a broken family. With her life utterly ruined, Quinn Forester, who had been similarly schemed against that night, appeared with an offer: Marry him, and revenge would be a piece of cake. Without thinking much of it, Jenna decided to join forces with him, only to discover she had landed in the sights of an even more troublesome personage. Once she had gotten her revenge, would it not be time for a divorce? Little did she know that in Mr. Forester’s dictionary, there was no such thing as divorce— only widowhood!

The life of Alexander Hollow, a bullied 11th grader, is set on a pinwheel when the gorgeous mystery girl he crushed on, bits him one cold evening turning him into a bloodsucking monster. More mysteries begin to unfold as Alex starts to discover the world of Vampires and Werewolves.

I've spent a huge sum of money on a custom-fitted gown just so I can go on a date with my fiance, Vincenzo Rossi, on New Year's Eve. He's also known as the rising star of the mafia underworld. But Vincenzo sounds very impatient on the other end of the line. "Can you stop being so clingy, Grazia? I have an important business gathering to get to on New Year's Eve!" His younger sister, Valentina Rossi, adds, "My brother's doing this for the sake of your shared future, Grazia. Stop causing trouble for him, okay?" I end the call, feeling disappointed. After that, I console myself, saying that Vincenzo is working very hard for the sake of our future. But that illusion only lasts till the moment my friend sends a video clip to me. Vincenzo can be seen hugging a gorgeous woman in the clubhouse. They are in the middle of making out with each other. Valentina, on the other hand, leads her friends on as they cheer for the couple. It turns out that Vincenzo's "important business" is to spend the night with another woman. I drain my glass of the strong alcohol. Scorching pain flares from my stomach immediately. Since Vincenzo can find himself a woman to toy with, then why can't I do the same? I swipe a finger across my phone and dial the number of the rival family's Don. "I want you to order the two most good-looking male escorts for me right now."

For Mother’s Day, I took my mom on a vacation to one of the hotels I managed. We were just relaxing on the leather couch in the lobby for a moment, when the trainee manager on duty rushed over in a rage and yanked us to our feet. “This couch is reserved for VIP guests with membership cards!” “If you’re on a tight budget, stay at a hundred-dollar budget hotel. Don’t come here just for free air conditioning!” Frowning, I was about to reveal my identity. However, she slapped a bill onto the counter and demanded that I pay for a ten-thousand-dollar meal right then and there. I was shaking with anger. “We just got here, and we haven’t even had a sip of water yet. Why on earth should we pay ten thousand for a meal?” She rolled her eyes and tapped the counter defiantly. “Anyone who stays at our hotel has to pay this fee! “It’s a gourmet meal. Whether you eat it or not is your business, but you have to pay!” I had enough and demanded that she call the manager. But she simply sneered and pointed at her employee badge. “This hotel belongs to my brother in all but blood. I call the shots in the entire front office. “It won’t do you any good even if you were to complain to God himself today!” A chill ran down my spine. I was an only child, and my relatives had never been involved in my hotel business. Who on earth was this “brother” she was claiming to have, and how did he manage to take my place?

In my previous life, I am reunited with the Duran family. To protect the adopted girl, my brother, Adrian Duran, frames me for causing her illness to flare up. My parents believe him and throw me out of the house. Not long afterward, I die from illness on the streets. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I am brought back to the Duran residence. Adrian stands before our parents and points at me. "Mom, Dad, she's not my sister." The Durans look at me with disappointment before turning around and leaving. I stand there silently and do not take out the crystal pendant that can prove my identity. Instead, I quietly walk back to the orphanage. 20 years later, I become one of the country's leading cardiologists. The man sitting across from me hands over a medical file and speaks in a trembling voice. "Doctor, please... please save my sister." I pause when I see the name. My gaze settles on his worn and exhausted face. After staring at him for a long moment, I finally look up and say, "I won't be taking this patient."

My boyfriend, Yves Steward, is the head of the orthopedic department. When Julia Henderson and I get into an accident at the same time, he pushes my hands away and shouts, "Stop this nonsense, Summer Simpson! Julia needs to be operated on immediately!" So, I'm the one who deserves to die. The day my skeleton is donated to the orthopedic department, Yves sits in his office for a day and night. Later, the man known as the hospital's genius orthopedist never holds a scalpel ever again.

On the night of her Twentieth birthday, Nova Stark expected the Moon Goddess to bless her with a mate. Instead she was cursed. Her fated mate is none other than Alpha Benjamin Black of the Black Moon Pack, the ruthless and dangerous leader feared across all packs. Cold, Merciless and completely unwilling to accept her. But Benjamin rejected her. Declared her a curse. Bound to him against his will. What should have been a moment of triumph turned into a clash of power, pride and unbreakable bonds. Now Nova must navigate pack politics, rival wolves and the volatile Alpha who refuses her love yet cannot deny their bond. As her strength and her wolf grows, she learns that fate is not just a gift, but a battlefield. And in the heart of the Black Moon pack, desire, power and destiny collide. Will Nova tame the Alpha who rejects her, or will the curse that binds them destroy everything she holds dear?

In my last life, the Fosters acknowledged me as their real son. But my own sister framed me for causing their adopted son's relapse. My biological parents believed her and threw me out. Not long after, I died sick and alone on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Fosters came to take me home. Gracie Foster stood in front of our parents, pointed at me, and said, "Mom, Dad, he's not my brother!" They looked at me in disappointment, then turned and left. I stood there without taking out the locket that could prove who I was, then quietly walked back into the orphanage. Twenty years later, I became one of the country's leading cardiologist. The woman sitting across from me handed over a medical file, her voice trembling. "Doctor, please. Save my brother." When I saw the name, I stopped. My gaze shifted to her worn, haggard face. I stared at her for a long time before finally saying, "I won't take this patient."