Poison Rain Novels & Stories

“I have cancer,” I said—and my husband didn’t even flinch. Dorothy Rain is dying. Not fast, not loudly, but painfully and slowly. And to make things worse? The man she’s legally bound to—billionaire heir Joel Hernandez—isn't just emotionally absent... he’s infertile. Joel’s inheritance depends on Dorothy giving birth to his heir. With time running out and hatred growing between them, Joel brings in a third option: his estranged, broke, and dangerously attractive cousin, Rico. The deal is simple: Rico gets a second chance. Joel gets his heir. Dorothy gets treated like a breeding contract. But nothing is ever simple in a house built on lies. As Dorothy fights for her life and autonomy, she finds herself in between two enemies—one who ruined her and one who might ruin her all over again. Secrets grow. Lust sparks. Love becomes a war. And when hearts break, who will be left holding the child?

Aiden Grey is a 10 year old boy who lives in the orphanage. His parents were abusive and get arrested for child abuse and he was sent to the orphanage at the age of 8. He was very shy and introvert and got scared easily so none of the couple's wanted to adopt him. Even the kids at the orphanage bullied him. Dylan Hunt is a 12 year old boy who lives with his billionaire parents. He is the only son and his parents love him a lot and can do anything for him. He asks for a little brother whom he can order around and do all his work, his personal server boy. His parents adopt Aiden and he is happy on finally getting a loving family but he did not expect to be the server boy for his brother. *** This book contains mentions of abuse and topics which can be offensive to some. Nothing was intentional and is only written with respect to the requirements of the characters and the plot ***

Aria’s eighteenth birthday was supposed to be ordinary. The night the storm hit everything changed. A glowing power stirs within her, a force she does not understand and cannot control. When Damon Black, her pack’s most feared warrior, rejects the bond that ties them together, Aria is left alone in the rain, heartbroken and burning with a mysterious energy. As secrets of the forest awaken and danger lurks in the shadows, Aria must learn to harness her hidden power before it consumes her and before the bond she cannot deny pulls her into a destiny she may not survive. Love, power, and fate collide in a world where every choice could be her last As secrets of the forest awaken and danger lurks in the shadows, Aria must learn to harness her hidden power before it consumes her—and before the bond she cannot deny pulls her into a destiny she may not survive. Love, power, and fate collide in a world where every choice could be her last.

In the brutal world of Manhattan's finance, Cassius Thornfield ruthlessly controls a $200 billion fintech empire. However, a sudden impact in the rain leaves him with amnesia and a nameless wound, his entire identity erased instantly. A panicked Ella Cross tells him he is her fiancé, "Noah." Cassius is forced into a completely unfamiliar world: a dilapidated Brooklyn apartment, unpaid bills, and a woman's seemingly gentle care. When his memories return, he should send this woman to jail—damn it, why can't he do it? Watching her lips continuously utter lies, he only wanted to punish her severely with his body.She thought she could tame a wounded predator. But a predator, even broken, still knows how to hunt.As layers of deceit fracture and raw truth seeps through, two confused hearts spiral into a passion neither can control.But who is the real Noah? And when the final mask falls, will Cassius be able to accept that he was loved only as a reflection？

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"

“She was sold to the palace as a slave. But her blood was what brought the Lycan King to his knees.” Veya was rejected by her fated mate for being a broken wolf. She thought her life was over, until her father sold her as a slave to the most ruthless Lycan King in history. King Rael Arkhelen Vor’Serrax was infamous for his bloodlust. Loyalty meant nothing to him; women were nothing more than tools to tame his brutality. He was supposed to destroy Veya in a single night. But the moment her scent reached him, the beast within bowed to her, while the King’s pride rebelled. Veya was no ordinary slave. She wielded what little privilege she had as a weapon to survive, and it only made the King’s obsession burn hotter. When the truth came out—that she was the last descendant of the Shadow Wolves—her place in the palace shifted. From a means of release to a threat to every royal concubine. From a palace slave to the sweet poison the King couldn’t let go. But the danger was far from over. An enemy from the past returned, carrying a coup that could strip them of everything. Including the brutal love slowly blooming from their deepest wounds.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

For six years I was locked in the pack's lightless dungeon, bled day after day to keep the Alpha alive. The day they finally dragged me out, I was barely breathing. But the Alpha just looked at me and said, "My poison was actually cured within the first six months. It's just that the moonflower in Selene's garden needs she-wolf blood to bloom — it helps her conceive. Your blood wasn't wasted." My brother Damien spoke like he was doing me a favor. "We've known all along. You bullied Selene for years. Call this a small punishment." My parents stood off to the side, looking at me with open impatience. "We were going to keep you locked up longer. But Selene miscarried because of you. She can't have children anymore. So we're letting you out — to carry an heir for her." Six years of bleeding for the Alpha had hollowed me out. I had less than a month left to live. What the Alpha would never know was why I'd been willing to bleed myself dry for him. Because I was the one the Moon Goddess had chosen as his mate.

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

Before our wedding, my fiancé, Carlo Vitale—the youngest Don on the East Coast—held a church ceremony with my stepsister. He said, "According to Mafia rules, only the woman who completes the wedding ceremony with me and receives the blessing of all the family is my true wife. "So even if your sister Elena is carrying my child, she's nothing more than a mistress." After the priest's blessing, they exchanged rings. I stood outside the church, watching through a curtain of rain as he kissed another woman. My face was white. I had loved Carlo for twelve years, from the ages of sixteen to twenty-eight. However, he had only ever had my stepsister, Sophia, not me, in his heart. I chose to let him go. Later, I left for Europe. All I left Carlo was a notice of our broken engagement and a parting gift. For some reason, the man who had always treated me with indifference seemed to have aged ten years overnight.