Proud Novels & Stories

Serafine has always been the family secret hidden in the cellars, her wolf bound by a brutal spell, condemned to a life of shadows and silence. But when her flawless sister flees her arranged marriage to the most savage Alpha King in existence, Serafine is ripped from the darkness, veiled, and thrust down the aisle in her place. The plan is simple: play the part, stall for time, and let her treacherous family escape. If King Lucian Draven discovers the deception, he will erase their entire bloodline. The lie shatters the moment he lifts her veil. Instead of the proud princess he was promised, Lucian scents raw terror and cellar-bred weakness. Yet he doesn’t kill her. With his court watching, he completes the vows, claims his false bride, and drags her to his frozen mountain fortress—not as queen, but as a prisoner in a servant’s rags. Stripped of power and dignity, Serafine becomes a ghost in his halls, watching, waiting, and plotting her escape. Until a savage ambush forces her to unleash the one thing she was never meant to possess: a rare, long-forgotten silver magic that surges through her veins. And when that ancient power touches Lucian, it does the impossible—it soothes the violent madness devouring his mind. In an instant, the unwanted impostor becomes the only thing keeping the ruthless king alive. Lucian’s fury twists into a dark, all-consuming obsession. The more she fights to flee, the tighter his obsession coils—especially now that she carries his secret heir. Because some beasts would rather burn the world than let their mate go.

The night the Crown Pack invades, Emereah Blade’s world is obliterated. Once the proud princess of the Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack, she watches in horror as her father—the Alpha King—is slaughtered before her eyes, his lifeblood staining the throne he once ruled. Her people are shackled, reduced to little more than pawns in a war they never saw coming. Emereah, the daughter of a fallen king, is marked not as royalty but as a slave. Emereah is no ordinary captive. Her beauty is both a curse and a weapon—goddess-like, ethereal, and capable of bringing even the strongest men to their knees. It is that very beauty that captures the attention of Vladimir Crown, heir to the Red Crescent Moon Pack—a man who is ruthless and untouchable, as dangerous as he is devastatingly handsome. Stripped of everything, Emereah burns with the fire of vengeance. But fate is a cruel puppeteer, twisting her path in ways she never imagined. Vladimir, drawn to the defiant fire in her eyes, claims her as his personal servant—a choice that sends shockwaves through the pack and awakens a storm of fury in his future Luna, Alexandria Reeve. The throne is her destiny, and Vladimir is hers. Yet as she watches his gaze linger too long on the woman who should be beneath him, jealousy twists into something far darker. Emereah battles the impossible: a dangerous attraction to the very man she should despise, rivalry that could cost her life, and a hunger for vengeance that refuses to die. When love and hatred blur, when desire and destruction entwine, and when the ghosts of the past rise demanding justice, will Emereah rise from the ashes and reclaim her destiny? Or will she be consumed by the very forces that seek to own her?

Séraphine used to be the beloved werewolf of the Red Moon pack and a wise strategist. She eventually got to marry her crush, Daxter, the Alpha's son. She thought fate was on her side, but everything soon turned upside-down. Not only was she not able to conceive an heir in three (3) years, but she gained insignificant weight and lost all the love she was once proud of. Including having to endure Daxter's indifference. On the day she died in prison, she learned that her little sister, whom she loved, was responsible for all the predicament she went through, including poisoning her and making her lose her wolf. Séraphine died with deep-rooted regret, swearing that if there was a second life, she would never make the same mistake twice. Fate seemed to be by her side because she was reborn a year ago. Right before she became fat and lost her wolf. Séraphine's first resolve was to leave Daxter, make her half sister pay for the betrayal, and regain her honor as a genius. But, she didn't understand why some plot wasn't going the way it ought to. Why did Daxter refuse to let her go? And why was there suddenly a dark secret behind why Daxter had been indifferent to her? Will finally learning the truth break her and make her get back with him? Or, would it tear them further apart, including everything the Red Moon pack had built? Read and find out… <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

"Am I dead?" She asked stepping back from her mother. "No, dear. Not yet! It is not yet your time. I know how much you've been suffering and how much you've been strong for other people's safety. Now it is time for you to be strong for yourself. Your path is not an easy one and it will take you to waters never traveled before. Trust Edwin, he is the only one who can save you and you are the only one who can save him. Without any of you, the werewolves and the vampire will face assured destruction and extinction if by their own hands or by the hands of others we don't know." "I don't understand! " Said Alexa with sadness in her voice. "You will understand when your fate is upon you. And keep in mind that there is no such thing as impossible! I'll be watching over you my warrior princess, me and your father and we couldn't be more proud of you!" Said Alexa's mother beginning to disappear. "No mom, don't go! I still need you!" "You never needed me I love you Alexa and I'm sorry!" When enemies from two different possessive species are united with a common goal can only mean destruction or love. Will Alexa choose Edwin to be with her forever even if that means that they will go against everyone else's opinion and traditions... A werewolf and a vampire can't be together without spilling blood from each other or will they teach the world another way of life?

When a eighteen-year-old virgin decided to leave Louisiana, her home town for Texas, an alien town she was oblivious that the journey of her independence would become one of longing for a man's love and attention. With her love built on a misconception, she was unaware that Charles Jackson; the multi-billionaire, was an egocentric, cold-hearted, proud and unforgiving man who locked his heart to love, the aftermath of the brute conditions under which he grew up. But yet, Maureen Thompson was bent on earning her bosses attention at all cost. Though not pushy or... flirty, she developed partial-obsessive tendencies; one that kept her dwindling in the thoughts of having sex with him—even as a virgin! Forgoing his harsh countenance, overly exaggerated reactions, she envisions Charles in the portrait of cold-nineteenth century men that spew flavors of love to their lovers—indoor. But Charles Jackson, built in grace and glamor, could win a medal in egocentrism, rudeness malevolence, prudishness and of course, beauty! And yet, she judged his reactions to the plane crash wrongly, unaware that December had scared his heart. It appeared that the plane crash became memorable either through breaking hearts or eventually mending them. Be it the crash itself or the incidents after the crash, it changed people's lives and Maureen was not left out. In readiness to be true to her love, Maureen ignored warnings and hit the wrong target. Lurking in the shadows of her emotions and fated to be bewitched by perfect blue eyes that defies morality, she might discover that Charles Jackson, heir to Jackson Companies PLC and CEO of Westland Airlines was truly born of STONE and FROST. And worse, everything that she believed might just be a lie!

********** I lay helpless, tears streaming down my face, as Angelo ravished me. His pleasure was all that mattered. Afterward, I lay still, exhausted, covered in the scent of sex. Angelo caught his breath, his eyes cold and detached. "Today is our last night together," he said. "I want to end this marriage." I felt punched in the gut. "You're willing to throw away everything we've built?" I asked, my voice trembling. "It means nothing to me," Angelo spat, his eyes filled with hate. "I'm done with you, Annika.” ******** Annika's world is shattered when her husband, Angelo, cheats on her with his ex-girlfriend, Lissa, and demands a divorce, ending their four-year marriage. But there's a shocking twist: Annika is pregnant with Angelo's child, a secret she keeps hidden until the divorce is finalized. When Annika reveals her pregnancy, Angelo denies the child, and Lissa pressures her to abort the baby. But Annika refuses to give up, and with the help of Jonathan Blackwood Jr., she escapes to Los Angeles to start anew. Five years later, Annika has transformed into a successful CEO, fashion stylist, and entrepreneur. She's also a proud mother of twins. But her newfound success is fueled by a burning desire for revenge against Angelo and Lissa, who destroyed her life. When Annika confronts her past at a fashion exhibition in Germany, she's faced with a choice: forgive Angelo and Lissa for their betrayal or make them pay for the pain they inflicted. Will Annika choose revenge or redemption?

"All I want now is just you, Micheal. Just you," she murmurs into the kiss. Her hand runs down his belt and unzips it. Then, zipping down his trousers, Micheal’s hand runs across her back, down to her panties. Pulling them down, he reveals her heavy hips and the wetness he touches. His eyes darkened; his hand ran deep, rubbing slowly. She moans and breaks off the kiss. "Micheal!" she moans. "You're so wet, Seducer. Wet for me, my cupcake?" "Don’t worry, I’ll make it all go away," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "After this, you’ll be all mine. Just mine and no one else’s". Diana was barely a teenager, under twelve, when she lost her mother's partner , the man who had taken them in and raised her as his stepdaughter. By the time she was seventeen, she had enrolled in a top university in New York, vowing to make her mother proud and to stay strong in every way. But after an unexpected encounter with the school’s owner’s son , Michael Dickson, a top player and the heir to the underground organisation, possession, obsession, and dark love collide. What she believed was a fairy tale was shattered in one night. Apparently, redemption is far more complicated when the one being betrayed has yet again fallen for the criminal Lordship. Don’t skipped this heart warming Dark romance. Betrayal, revenge, Mafia lord vs Agent queen. Hidden baby. Rivals and more.

Everyone in the upper circles knew I was the Xander family’s delicate little porcelain doll, someone who could not tolerate even the slightest grievance. I always had to sit in the seat of honor at gatherings. My drinks had to be served ice-cold. If anything annoyed me even a little, I would have my childhood friends clear the room. That was, until the fallen heiress returned. She did not rely on men. She had built her own business from scratch and was ruthless in the boardroom, radiating a wild, untamed beauty. Slowly, my dear brothers began to find me insufferable and too high-maintenance. When they pulled their investments from my gallery to back her projects instead, only my fiancé stayed by my side, comforting me. “Forget them. They’re all opportunists. I’ll always keep you safe in the palm of my hand!” That was until one day, I saw that same proud fiancé bent low like a servant, humbly wiping wine stains off the heiress's shoes in a corner of a club. His eyes were filled with a devotion I had never seen before. “All I need is one look from you, and I’ll drop the whole wedding.” I took off my engagement ring and tossed it into the drain. Then, I went home and told my grandfather, “Grandpa, I’m going to Africa for that development aid project. “I’ll agree to the arranged marriage. Just don’t make me see them again."

The day before the company retreat, the CEO suddenly sent a message in the company group chat. [How's your leg?] The group chat, which had been buzzing with excitement just moments before, instantly went silent. To protect the CEO's dignified image, I immediately found a CT scan report and sent it into the chat. [Thank you for your concern, Mr. Graham. I already got my leg checked. The doctor said it's nothing serious.] This time, the CEO replied almost immediately. [Good. I'm glad you're okay. You can submit the claims for medical expenses. You can also take another two weeks off.] The group chat instantly flooded with comments praising him. [Mr. Graham is so thoughtful.] [He really cares about his employees.] I was secretly proud of my high emotional intelligence when I suddenly received a friend request from someone claiming to be the CEO's fiancee. [So you're the homewrecker who's been seducing Christopher at work! You're really something, aren't you? Why would he ask about your leg in the middle of the night? [If you have the guts, send your leg photos to the group chat and let everyone admire them!] The sip of water I just took nearly sprayed all over my screen I looked down at the dog curled up in my arms. Its name was Hammie. I then glanced at the family photo hanging on the wall. What homewrecker? I was literally the CEO's mother!