Pulitzer Prize For The Novel

"What is the use of living when you don't remember me.", Emily said in a trembling voice standing on the roof top ready to jump down. "Don't be stupid and come down at once don't force me to punish you on my wedding day Emily" Abhay said in a dominating voice. ....... It's a story of a sweet girl Emily Roy who was in love with with Abhay Mehra. They were in love but Abhay lost his memory and started loving Emily's half sister Mia Roy. Emily was going to take her life as she was going to lose Abhay from her life. Will Abhay remember Emily and their love or will he let her die? Will he save her or.....?

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

It was the year of 1500 and it was currently the Medieval Times. There was a Kingdom somewhere in Europe named Argania which was ruled by King Natan many years from now. In the Moonlit night and starry skies, a twin sisters was born with a case of being an Albino which is a rare occurrence on their Land and they were named Yve and Luna. As they grew up they were kept isolated away from the crowd to avoid dangerous circumstance that might arouse the Arganians curiousity. After a certain year, a plague suddenly arises on their land completely wiping away numbers of population in the Kingdom of Argania and the only cure they believe about is the Blood of an Albino. Will Yve and Luna be able to survive together from selfish and brutal deeds the people intended to do with their bodies? Will they be able to survive the crisis they are facing and the revelation that are bound to come?

From the ashes of a shattered life, Nicholas Cooper, once the embodiment of popularity, finds himself confined to a wheelchair, his world forever changed by a tragic accident. Transferred to Westview High School, he becomes the target of Andrew West, the ruthless leader of "The Bloodline," a bully group. Andrew West is the school’s feared and admired golden boy with secrets of his own. But everything starts to shift the day Nicholas catches a glimpse of Andrew's hidden life—and sketches it. What begins as a twisted game of power, pride, and revenge spirals into something neither of them expected: connection. Real, raw, and terrifying. As secrets are revealed and emotions ignite, a forbidden bond forms between the bullied and the bully. But in a world fueled by lies, pain, and dangerous debts, love might not be enough to save them. He was supposed to break him. Instead, he fell for him. But when the truth comes out, will love be enough—or will it drown them both?

My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson. To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table. I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!" I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I never left the surgery table.

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

My five years of marriage to Elliot Kline turned out to be a cruel joke. "For tomorrow's monthly report meeting, I'd like Yvette to present your branding plan," Elliot said, not looking up from his desk. I put down the files I was organizing, certain I had misheard. "What?" "Yvette just joined the company. She needs a chance to prove herself. Your plan is perfect for that." He lifted his head, his tone brooking no argument. "But that's my entry for the Veriania Creative Competition," I protested. "You win awards every year. What's the harm in letting her have it this time?" He shrugged, adding, "We need to nurture new talent." I stared at the man with whom I had shared a bed for five years. His face suddenly felt so unfamiliar to me. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I poured into that plan? And you're giving it to a new intern?" "Don't be so petty. It's just a plan. My decision is made." My fists clenched, anger surging through me.

The day before our engagement, Stellan Graves came shopping with me, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. I bought a chili dog from a street stall and held it up to his mouth only for him to swat it out of my hand, sending it flying to the ground. Fury flashed across his face as he snapped, "Ivy Stein, the Graves family needs a woman who can actually show her face in public. Stop buying cheap trash like this. You're embarrassing me. How do you expect my parents to accept you like this?" I picked up the food in humiliation, threw it into the trash, and nodded meekly for the sake of our four years together in college. "As you wish." … However, the very next day, he switched his fiancee to Amelia Lane. "Ivy, Amelia tried to kill herself just to marry me. She's in the hospital now. Once she's stable again, I'll come back and marry you." Four years later, he showed up at my tiny apartment with a diamond ring in hand. "Ivy, Amelia has already agreed to divorce me. We can finally be together. I told you before—once Amelia lets go of her obsession with me and stops hurting herself, I'll come and marry you." I frowned at Stellan's so-called heartfelt expression. I must have had terrible luck that day. Who'd have thought I'd run into this wacko when I'd come back to my place on a whim?! "Move," I demanded, shoving him out the door. "You're blocking the way. I need to pick up my kid from school."

Andrea Simone is in search of a new job, she lost her old job due to unforeseen circumstances. Her job search leads her to Lucian, a werewolf who is tired of having to fire every personal assistant in weeks though he admits this is his fault the assistants are also to blame. Confident that she can escape his charms and his reputation is no secret, she begins to work for him. Things go on fine for a while until neither can contain the passion they both feel. A one-night stand that Andrea wants to pretend never happened leads to the unexpected or rather expected, a baby. However, the pregnancy is the least of her worries as she discovered that her baby daddy is a werewolf and not just any werewolf, one of the royal family. How would she cope in this situation? It doesn't help that her life and that of the baby are in danger as a result.

Selyna: I was adopted, raised by humans but strange things happened after I turned 13. It turns out that I am a witch and my best friend, Ashe is a werewolf. When we move for college everything changes. I meet my coven, start having strange dreams and meet him. He is the surly but undeniably hot future Alpha of the Moonlight Dance pack. We would never work, but how long can I deny this attraction? Damian: I was born Beta but after the Alpha disappeared my father took over. His relentless search for the missing Alpha family often driving me to fits of anger. I have been chasing dead ends for him for over a decade. My father thinks that I was born to lead and that I must have a powerful mate since he believes the true Alpha heir is alive. I don't think I have a mate and just hope for my father's sanity that he is right about the Alpha heir. I have had little more than a passing interest in any female before she came into my life. The little witch moved here for college and she is smokin' hot. I need to forget about her, but how can I when she is all that I can think about?