Precious Ogbonna Novels & Stories

I was born a Rogue. At seven, my sorry excuse of a father almost sold me to a disgusting old wolf. Julian the Alpha saved me. He taught me how to fight, to have dignity. Another Alpha, Lucian, showed me how sweet life could be. They treated me like their precious treasure. It all changed when their childhood sweetheart Claire returned. Julian and Lucian stopped spending time with me, and even severed our mind link. I thought that if I worked harder and was more obedient—if I changed myself to suit their tastes a little more—I could get them back, even if it meant losing myself entirely. One day, everything ended. To protect Claire, they intentionally rigged the game and lost the match. They threw me into the Death Forest, full of savage Beasts. There, a Beast pounced at me, its sharp fangs tearing my neck apart. I closed my eyes, the smell of blood drowning me amidst the cheers. No one cared for me… None. So be it! No longer would I have any expectations!

Because of my negligence, Leo's precious darling Sophia had choked on a mouthful of seawater. He flew into a rage and locked me in the dark water dungeon. "Catherine, whatever Sophia suffered, you'll repay double!" The instinct to survive forced me to shift into wolf form. I slammed my head against the iron cage again and again, begging for his mercy. But Leo bound my limbs with iron chains and ordered his subordinates to keep flooding the chamber. "A jealous wretch like you will only learn obedience through suffering." "Stay in there and repent for what you've done." He sealed the iron door of the water dungeon himself and forbade anyone from coming near. Over and over, I craned my neck to gulp in the thin air, howling in desperation. But the rising ice water swallowed me whole. I kept struggling until I had no strength left. A week later, in his great mercy, he decided to end my punishment. What he didn't know was that the water snakes had already gnawed my body beyond recognition.

After my rebirth, I vow to stop clinging to my fated mate—the man I grew up with—Damon Hale. When he gathers all the healers in the pack for a party in Alohara, I book a flight to Harborwatch. When he complains that my scent makes him and his wolf sick, I move out and hire a deep-cleaning service for 500 dollars. When he orders me to stay away from his pack, I quit my job as Alpha's private healer and take up freelance work in Coghaven to support myself. Finally, he says my existence might mislead his precious stepsister into thinking he still cares for me. So, I nod and accept Coghaven Alpha's hand in marriage, along with the keys to an 18-million-dollar villa as my wedding gift. Not until the very last moment of my previous life did I realize… he had always loved his stepsister. In this life, I’ll let you be together—and from now on, I’ll live for myself alone.

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I found another woman’s lace thong in my bedroom. My husband, Mark Donovan, stood in front of the closet and said coldly, “She’s just a kid, Leslie. Don’t make this ugly.” That “kid” was pregnant with his child. That “kid” had already moved into my home, worn his shirts, slept in my bed, and made him cut down the magnolia tree my dead parents planted for me. Everyone in the Donovan family thought I would scream, cry, and beg. After all, I had loved Mark for nine years. But this time, I only picked up my suitcase. Because they didn’t know one thing. The divorce had already been filed. The Donovan wife’s emerald brooch had already been returned. And the evidence against his precious little mistress had already been delivered to the old Don. Mark thought I was walking out of his mansion. He didn’t know I was walking out of his life. Forever.

My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills. As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone. As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child." Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets. Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million." "I bet three." "I bet one." Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing." Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.

Caring for her shattered heart and stomped pride, Tina Rodriquez gatecrashed her ex-fiance's engagement reception. At the corner of the huge hall, she bitterly observes his betrayal while drenching herself in several glasses of champagne. Her boyfriend for eight years suddenly fathers her scheming stepsister's unborn. Directly, they look so happy together. So, to get even, she randomly hooked up with a notable man among the crowd of fine gentlemen. Believing he is someone of prestige. Are lot However, that night, she became a joke when she found a pauper instead of a prince. She was immensely mocked for having nobody as a replacement for her rich ex-fiance, the President of N&S Revenue Companies, Nathaniel Fraust. From a millionaire boyfriend, she ends up with a struggling man who cannot even bring her on a date in her family-owned luxurious hotel. Unknowing to all, especially to Tina Rodriquez, she wasn't mistaken that night. Yes, everyone was right. The man she selected is unfortunately not a millionaire... ...But a BILLIONAIRE. The bussiness moneybags, CEO Jesse Santos. The precious firstborn of the world's richest family and eldest heir of the Petrov Mafia.

Lexie suddenly wakes up in the hospital with a man who claims to be the father of her baby. That man is Rafe Wilder, a famous billionaire in New York. Lexie thought she was just dreaming and the man was just playing a prank on her. But he proved his words with clear, undeniable evidence. She refused to conceive Rafe Wilder's baby and threatened to kill the baby. She tried to escape from the hospital, but then she was arrested and locked up in his luxury house. Rafe offers a compromise before she tries to kill his precious baby. The baby will be exchanged for money and a luxury apartment in Manhattan. Lexie was forced to accept the offer because she desperately needed money and a place to live for the new life she would lead after giving birth to Rafe Wilder’s baby. But after she lived for eight months under the same roof with Rafe Wilder, she began to get caught up in the agreement. She began to love Rafe and the baby. But Rafe tried his best to push her away from his life until one day Rafe made a fatal mistake that turned Lexie's life upside down.

Twins' Stormie and Misty were about as different as they came. While Stormie was quiet and preferred to be alone, Misty was outgoing and popular. Misty was even more popular with their parents. For Stormie that didn't really bother her. While she was a few minutes older, she didn't care that her sister was their parents pride and joy. After nearly eighteen years, she was familiar with the hostility that her parents and sister showed her. As long as she kept to herself and stayed under the radar, she will be able to leave the Pack when she turns eighteen. Both girls are identical, but it's Misty that is being set up to marry the Alpha Axel. Well that was until the day she received the mark of her wolf, on her eighteenth birthday. Her parents are determined to make sure that their precious daughter marries the Alpha, even if that means they sacrifice their other daughter. Everything seems to be working out for the twin's parents and Misty, until Misty disappears with a rogue that she claims to love. Now Stormie is forced to act as Misty until Misty returns. Pretending to be Misty is going to be harder than she thought, especially when she starts to fall for Alpha Axel.

"I think I love you. I will marry you," Damian's icy words froze Rose in her tracks. After their one-night stand, he had a change of heart. He found love elsewhere and was ready to wed someone else. But there was a twist—Rose was already carrying his child. With his mother on his side, he insisted she terminate the pregnancy. Through tearful pleas and gripping his legs, she begged him, "Please, forget about marriage and embrace your role as a father to this precious baby." However, fate had a surprise in store for her. When she discovered she carried not just one, but two babies in her womb, she made a life-altering decision—she ran away, vowing to never cross paths with him again. Five years passed, marked by her struggles, childbirth, and the relentless care she provided for her children. Then, unexpectedly, their paths converged once more. With a cool determination, she declared, "Sorry, sir, I am no longer your girl," plotting a scorching revenge. He pleaded for a second chance, but can he earn forgiveness and how?