Potatoes Not Prozac Novels & Stories

He was a boy who loves to play with fire, and she was the perfect match. Kat was up against the world alone until she met Surge, a boy who was rough around the edges and she got swept up into his world.

A week before the wedding, I got in a car crash. The baby was gone. They said my uterus was removed—just like that, motherhood erased. Grief hollowed me out. I was barely holding on when Jack's voice cut through the room, loud on speaker. "Jack, you put her on a birth control implant and lied about the surgery? That's messed up." His tone turned cold. "I can't let my child with Mary be seen as illegitimate. This is the only way to give him my name. As for Stella, I'll make it up to her for the rest of my life."

I died with blood on my hands and betrayal in my heart. My husband didn't love me. My sister didn't respect me. And when I tried to expose them, they let me fall straight into a shattered glass table that ended my life. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice restored and a second chance I didn't ask for. This time, I won't be the silent, obedient girl they walked all over. This time, I'll play their game better than they ever could. And when a billionaire offers me a deal I can't refuse, a fake marriage in exchange for saving his empire, I take it. They think I'm still that broken, voiceless woman. They have no idea what's coming.

The Luna of the Silver Moon Pack is personally chosen by the Alpha. By tradition, candidates enter the Pack House for the annual Luna Trials, where the Alpha selects a winning dish. This was my ninth time participating. Alpha Fred chose Sophia’s undercooked venison again. The Elders glanced at my roast and told me to leave. I grabbed my bag and walked out. When I got home, my mother looked at me cautiously. "Chloe, did Alpha Fred choose you this time?" I stared at her teary eyes and the cold dinner. I had missed her birthday for nine consecutive years for these trials. Fred had sworn he loved me, an Omega. But ever since his ex, Sophia, returned, he chose her every time to protect her pride. Sophia had now been selected three times in a row. To the Pack, she was already the true Luna. And I no longer wanted to betray my mother for this unrequited love.

Annie read the contract file, again and again, to see every clause of it so that she doesn't regret anything later. Her eyes widened as she saw a particular clause and she grabbed the file and entered the cabin swiftly. "Smart, isn't it?" Annie asked with a small smile as Sandy turned to her side. "Why don't you add some more conditions in this contract from my side too?" She dared to ask him but Sandy didn't show his surprised look as he just nods to let her proceed. "It stated that I can't leave the job. Why don't you add that you too can't fire me without any reason?" She asked showing that she won't ever leave the job even if she had to go through hell. Sandy smiled realising how fun it would be to play with her. "Anything else?" Sandy asked without breaking his stares toward her. "I don't know why you want me to work under you. But the only thing matters to me is the salary package" she replied with a wide grin making him more curious about the girl in front of him. "Welcome to hell, Cinderella" he spoke handling the appointment letter. "I am not Cinderella" she snapped at him immediately. Why is so hard for him to call her Annie? Shoes can be a cupid to normal Cinderella tales. But here, it's not normal love story neither is she is Cinderella. She looks as innocent as Cinderella. She looks as beautiful as Fairy. But that is the problem. In reality, she is something whom no one can ever think to mess with. Sandy captured her to give her hell of time. But is it really him who have captured her or there is something more to her?

At the beginning of a new year, I stay at the hospital to take care of my mother-in-law on my own. My wife, Yelena Lipton, on the other hand, is on a vacation with her first love, Phillip Warren, in a tropical island overseas. Funnily enough, I'm the last one who finds out about her impending marriage with Phillip. When my mother-in-law hears about the news, her condition deteriorates to the point she gets sent into the treatment room immediately. I have to call Yelena over a dozen times for her to finally pick up the call. "Do you have a death wish or something? Why did you bombard me with calls? I'm in the middle of something right now, so leave me alone!" After that, Yelena ends the call. Since then, I keep failing to get in contact with her. During that time, my mother-in-law has passed away from the treatment failure. When I'm done organizing the funeral, I send Yelena a divorce agreement right away. "Have you gone nuts? It's just an announcement to cheer Phillip up! Are you seriously going to file a divorce from me?" After hearing Yelena's accusations, I reply calmly, "Mom's dead. I've already dealt with everything concerning her passing. You should come back and visit her grave."

On the eve of my engagement banquet, news broke that my fiancé had fathered a child with his mistress, and it spread like wildfire. Before I could confront him, Jayden Ford brushed it off casually. "It was just an accident. Focus on organizing the engagement banquet first. Besides, your dad’s in the late stages of stomach cancer. Calling off the engagement now won’t do either family any good." That night, he skipped the banquet but posted a photo of a swaddled newborn on social media. When I video-called him, he was bottle-feeding the baby. "I’ve been busy taking care of the kid. You know how it is. Our family lineage has always been sparse and dwindling, and the child takes priority." He wiped milk from the baby’s mouth. "But don’t worry. Once he’s a month old, I’ll send him to the overseas. Just show up on holidays and pretend to be his mom. The title of Mrs. Ford will always be yours." I stared at the matching diamond ring on his finger and couldn’t help but laugh. "Jayden, this engagement is off." He scoffed, "You're really throwing a tantrum over something like this? Don’t be so childish." I hung up on him and called his father—Charles Ford—directly. "I heard you’re looking for a new wife? Why not consider me?" I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "After all, I’ve got a naturally fertile body. I can give you as many sons as you want." So much for being the sole heir. I’ll make sure he has plenty of brothers to keep him company.

Because of his handsomeness and perfection, Demitri always became the target of women. His charm was beyond reason, always making him feel like a magnet on Earth. Not only that, as he hadn't yet found a prospective partner, his parents often tried to arrange him with his colleagues. Not wanting to be forced into a match, Demitri, by chance, encountered a mentally unstable woman who claimed to be his lover and decided to take advantage of her. He made an offer to the girl to enter into a contract marriage with him, in order to escape from his mother's matchmaking. So, how did their story unfold? How long can they endure the lie they made so explicitly? Follow their journey, only in the novel "CEO NOT FOR SALE!"

I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years. The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else. The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again." The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic. When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing. At the hospital, my foster brother stood beside my bed with a sinister smile. "So you actually managed to survive. But that's fine. I have plenty of ways to kill you and make sure you never make it home." After saying that, he smashed the bowl of porridge onto the floor, then deliberately fell onto the shattered glass as he cried out loudly, "Bobby, if you hate me that much, I'll leave! Please, just let me go!" My mother and Casey happened to walk in at that exact moment. Casey immediately rushed over to help Roger up. My mother, meanwhile, slapped me hard across the face. "You'll never change, huh? If Roger's hand is ruined because of you and he can't play the piano anymore, I'd rather see you dead in this hospital bed." Obediently, I walked toward the window and jumped. The harsh, sharp-tongued woman who had always been my mother—and Casey as well—went completely pale with fear. I happened to crash onto my father's car. Trembling, he threw open the door and shouted for the medical staff. My consciousness gradually faded. Then, a system suddenly appeared and said, "Congratulations, Host. You have completed ninety-nine tragic storylines. Finish this final one, and you will be able to return to your original world and revive your younger sister."

As I was about to leave my brother’s restaurant, the female manager stopped me. "Miss, excuse me, but you haven’t paid your bill." I looked at the unfamiliar face and thought that she was probably new and didn’t recognize me, so I explained politely, "Just put it on the owner’s tab. He knows me." The manager shot me a disdainful look. "Miss, this is a Michelin three-star restaurant. We don’t let just anyone run up a tab." She handed me a printed bill. I glanced at it. Fifty thousand dollars for one meal. Three thousand for tableware maintenance, five thousand for exclusive air purification, ten thousand for a VIP mood-calming service fee, and a bunch of other ridiculous charges. I didn’t even know my brother’s place was such a scam. I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. "I’m the owner’s sister. If there’s a problem, tell him to talk to me at home." But she just wouldn’t drop it. "If you can’t afford it, stop acting like you can. And don’t act like you know Mr. White, either." I fired off a quick text to my secretary. 【Tell my brother to either fire this manager or I’m pulling my investment.】