Plot Fiction Novels & Stories

At a friends' gathering, we're all playing Truth or Dare. Since Austin Ramos has lost the round, he chooses the "Truth" option. "Elsa and I have a child together." I whip around to stare at him in disbelief, my body already frozen from the news. Everyone knows that Elsa is my dearest sister, whereas Austin is my newly-married husband. His tone is casual and calm. It's also coated in a slight hint of nonchalance. "I had too much to drink three years ago. Elsa looked super sexy in her skimpy clothes, and I couldn't hold myself back. I didn't think she'd get pregnant right away." He dips his head while chuckling softly. Soon, his words take on a different meaning. "Elsa is definitely sexier than a certain someone here, and she's definitely interesting in bed. On top of that, she's capable of making me a father, unlike a certain infertile woman here." I can only look at Elsa, whose cheeks are heavily flushed. She lowers her head and dares not look at me the whole time. Yesterday, Elsa had wished me happiness with red-rimmed eyes. She told me that she'd plan the grandest wedding for me. Austin puts down his glass before adding lightly, "There. I've said my piece." Almost immediately, everyone falls silent and turns to look at me.

Disaster struck during my sophomore year.  Not only did my family fall into poverty, I ended up getting diagnosed with cancer as well. I was so broke that I only had a hundred dollars left to my name. Desperate for cash, I tried to pawn off the family amulet I had been wearing since I was a child. Unexpectedly, the storekeeper of the pawn shop took a glance before refusing it with a curt shake of his head. “This amulet is cursed. Whoever wears it is doomed to lead a short life. I can’t possibly take it.”

Inside the mediation room at the police station, my passenger looked disheveled with messy hair and rumpled clothes. She cried as she complained to the police officer, “Sir, it’s him! The Grab driver had bad intentions! He even tried to harass me! “People like him should be put in jail! And I want compensation for the emotional distress he caused me!” Right after she finished speaking, she slumped down on the floor and threw a tantrum. I could not believe someone could be this shameless. All I did was tell her not to smoke in the car, and she falsely accused me of harassing her. On top of it, I was a woman too! It was just that I usually dressed less femininely. How could I possibly have harassed her?

At a company team-building dinner, my coworkers started a challenge. We had to call our husbands or boyfriends and compare how much money they sent us. The rules were simple. Whoever got the biggest transfer and the fastest answer won. As usual, I came in dead last. "Seraphina, don't take it personally. Mr. Brooks may not be very romantic, but at least he's rich." Everyone laughed and tried to smooth things over, carefully avoiding old wounds. Like how I had spent seven years helping Conrad build his business, yet he had never once brought up marriage. Like how Conrad had distributed company shares to the executive team, and I was the last person to find out. Or how, on the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, the only person sitting beside me in the hospital waiting for the test results was my best friend. I simply smiled and said nothing. Then my gaze landed on the new intern. She gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white, hesitation written all over her face. "I think I'll pass," she said quietly. "He's on a business trip. He's really busy." The mood in the room began to grow awkward. Trying to help her out, I leaned forward with a smile and tapped the speakerphone button as I dialed for her. I had expected the call to go unanswered. Instead, it was picked up instantly. The private dining room fell completely silent. Because the voice that came through the phone belonged to my quiet, unromantic boyfriend, Conrad, and his tone was impossibly gentle. "Babe, did you get the Valentine's Day surprise I sent you?"

My mother had always favored my younger sister, Alora Caine. In the previous timeline, Alora had acted first and selected the spirit deer that was far more compatible with me. I had no choice but to settle for a carp that had not yet taken human form. One day, the spirit deer suddenly went berserk and nearly killed Alora, turning her into a laughingstock within the school. Meanwhile, my carp came across a rare opportunity and transformed into a lucky carp beloved by everyone. In a fit of madness, Alora drove a blade into my stomach. When I opened my eyes and saw Alora choosing the carp without hesitation, I immediately knew she had also returned to the past. Little did she know that the carp’s transformation into a lucky carp had never been a matter of luck. I had gone to great lengths to set it down that path.

Alexa Larossa : physically a virgin, mentally a whore. Alexa was expected to be a pure and chaste girl. But when her mother fell ill and she needed money, she resorted to prostitution and became Jean Gardier's mistress. Unaccustomed to her new life, she vomited and cried when she deep-throated him for the first time. Alexa realizes that in order to perform her job effectively, she must unleash her wild side. However, she went too far by engaging in sexual activity with eleven men at once. She completely loses her innocence and eventually becomes insane. Gilbert Gardier : The “golden child” who was considered a failure by his family Although he was the smartest in his family, his company's bankruptcy during his leadership led to him resigning as CEO. Subsequently, he developed mental instability and a vengeful attitude, having killed multiple people in the past. However, his wealthy family always covered up his crimes. He now desires nothing in the world except Alexa Larossa, the girl he perceives as his angel. Jean Gardier : The traumatised second son who seeks affection from sex. Alexa is the girl that his brother loves, but Jean, the unwanted second son, wants to take away what his brother cherishes the most. He made Alexa his prostitute in secret and had sex with her almost every night. Jean desires her sensuality, whereas Gilbert desires her innocence. **** This story contains some adult concepts such as : • Billionaire vs Mafia • Reverse Harem • Graphic sex and violent Scenes • BDSM and NTR • Suicide, drugs, and dark conspiracies This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic imaginations. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics.

“I don't want to see this angelic face of hers that deceived me and murdered my child, she disgusts me, she is nothing but a worthless, good for nothing, liar. I was so good to her and this is how she repays me? I fucking loved her, I changed who I was for her sake. I put up with her annoying and embarrassing ass but you know what, take her back to Ryan if you must, I'm sure he was so relieved when I took her off his hands but even I regret taking her.” Camilla composes herself, finding her balance but still a crying mess. “You don't mean that, you're just mad. You love me, remember?” she mummers, her gaze drifting to Santiago. “Tell him he loves me and he's just mad.” she begs, when Santiago doesn't respond, she shakes her head, her gaze falling on Adrian again and he stares at her with disdain. “You said you love me forever.” she whispers. “No, I fucking hate you right now!” He yelled. ***** Camilla Mia Burton is a Wolf less seventeen-year-old with insecurities and fear of the unknown. She is a half-human part-werewolf; she's a powerful wolf even though unaware of the power within her and has a beast too a rare gem. Camilla is as sweet as she can be. However what happens when she meets her mate and he is not what she dreamed about? He is a cruel cold-hearted eighteen years old Alpha. He is ruthless and in disapproval of Mates he wants nothing to do with her. She endeavors to change his perception of how he sees things, yet he loathes and rejects her pushing her away but the mate bond proves to be strong. What will he do when he regrets rejecting and hating her?

Natalya has always been a Psi within the Green Peaks Pack, a title that keeps her in the shadows of a lineage renowned for its unmatched strength. When Aleksandr is crowned as the new Alpha, he uncovers a truth that changes everything—Natalya is his fated mate. But he cannot accept her lowly status as his Luna. With a cold command, he banishes her from the pack village. Shattered, Natalya flees, her wolf’s cries echoing in the night, until she crosses paths with Vladimir, the newly crowned King of the enigmatic Gray Fields Kingdom. “Come with me, Natalya,” Vladimir whispers, his eyes gleaming with a promise. “Be my Queen, and you will know nothing but bliss.” As Natalya settles into her new life with Vladimir, a bond forms between them—one that feels unbreakable. Yet shadows from her past refuse to stay hidden. Aleksandr reappears, urging her to leave Vladimir’s side and abandon the life she has begun to build. Caught between the destiny the Moon Goddess has scripted for her and the loyalty she feels to Vladimir’s mysterious pack, Natalya faces a choice that will define her path. “Natalya, whether you accept it or not, the Moon Goddess has chosen us,” Aleksandr growls, his eyes dark with intensity. “You are my Luna.”

I was forced into an arranged marriage with Brandon Fuller, and he escaped 99 times. The first time, I was left alone at the beach as I waited for the whole night. The second time, he switched places with a homeless man and left me alone on the stage in humiliation. Brandon finally gave in on the 99th time. However, when I went to him with my wedding dress in my arms, I overheard his conversation with his friends. “Brandon, are you really going to marry your true love seven days later? What about your arranged marriage, are you going to escape that?” Brandon snorted. “I must marry Poppy! As for arranged marriage, I’ll just simply host a fake wedding for her! “She’s the one who caused my older sister’s death! Even though I was in love with her for seven years, she deserves to be stood up!” I froze. It turned out his promise was fake. I turned around without any hesitation. Then, I called home. “Mom, I’m still having that wedding, but please find a new husband for me.”

My grandfather, the company’s chairman, had an unmistakable obsession with pink. Not only had he decorated his entire house in soft rosy hues, but he even had his newly purchased Rimac Nevera repainted in blush pink. I was home for the summer. On the day he got his new car, he excitedly asked me to drive him to work. We had just entered the underground parking garage when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly blared its horn and sped up to cut in front of me. It then slammed on the brakes without warning. Unable to react in time, I crashed straight into it. The driver lowered his window and cursed at me. His face was twisted with arrogance. “Are you blind? Vixen, can’t you drive?” Swallowing my anger, I retorted, “You were the one who deliberately cut me off. How can you twist this around and blame me?” He let out a mocking snort. “You women in pink cars are hopeless drivers, yet you still blame others? You had it coming. You must be a new intern. Let me tell you something. You’ve just hit the chairman’s car. Get ready to go bankrupt!” My grandfather and I exchanged a baffled look. If that was the chairman’s car, what were we in?