Ranboo Once Said Novels & Stories

On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”

In Dean Murray's eyes, Rachel Gray was a ruthless gold digger who would go to any lengths for money, even setting traps and faking a pregnancy to force a marriage. Therefore, Dean had never treated her well after they got married. Rachel endured this for a long time but finally decided to file for divorce on their third anniversary. "How much more do you want?" Dean said with a dark expression. "I don't have time to play these childish games with you." "Not a penny," Rachel replied calmly. She thought they would never intersect again, but not long after the divorce, Dean appeared before her once more. "If you regret it, I might consider giving you another chance." Rachel responded, "Thank you, but I'm good."

By day, I was a maid in Chester Graham's household. By night, I was nothing more than a way for him to satisfy his desires. After one encounter, he dragged me from the bed, indifferent to my pain. "You don't have to come back," he said flatly. I collapsed to the floor in terror. "Did I do something wrong? Please don't send me away." The man who had murmured comforts to me only moments earlier now gazed down with icy detachment. "Wendy has agreed to marry me. "She's afraid of pain. You were nothing more than a tool for me to practice on. Once used, you're thrown away. "You've always been obedient. You know what you're supposed to do."

Six years ago, she was framed by her wicked sister and was abandoned by her then husband while she was pregnant.Six years later, she started anew with a different identity. Oddly, the same man who abandoned her in the past had not stopped pestering her at her front door.“Miss Gibson, what’s your relationship with Mister Lynch?”She smiled and answered nonchalantly, “I don’t know him.”“But sources say that you were once married.”She answered as she tucked her hair, “Those are rumors. I’m not blind, you see.”That day, she was pinned on the wall the moment she stepped in her door.Her three babies cheered, “Daddy said mommy’s eyes are bad! Daddy says he’ll fix it for mommy!”She wailed, “Please let me go, darling!”

"In the world of shadows, loyalty is bought, love is a weapon, and once the mafia claims you, you're ruined—body, soul, and everything you once believed in." Enzo Mezzesalma was cold, aggressive, ruthless, and grim. He had no weakness until he met her and once he got a taste of her, she became his new addiction, now he couldn't let go and she became his only weakness and now, they all wanted her just so they could ruin that perfect facade he had built over the years but only if they knew he was worst than the monster they had never heard of, he was just too good at hiding it. There had to be a reason for Rule Number 3, right? *~* It was summer and Anastasia thought the rest of her days would be sunny but she was dead as she stepped into her home for the first in two years after moving to the university campus to be exchanged for her parent's debts and just like that, Anastasia was thrown into the Mafia world, working as a maid to pay off her parents debts and then she met Enzo Mezzesalma and rule number 3 said: Stay Away From Enzo Mezzesalma. Anastasia didn't know when she started breaking that rule and got herself buried in a hole she wouldn't be able to pull herself out. "My own death does not frighten me, but yours? Oh, that's my greatest and deepest fear," - Enzo Mezzesalma "Being his slut and being a slut are two entirely different things," - Anastasia Martin

My husband, Damien, loved me deeply—so deeply it felt like I was his whole world. Everyone said he was the perfect husband. Yet, he betrayed me. Not once, not twice, but three times. The first time was three years ago. His closest friend, Aaron, died saving him. Damien kept it from me and secretly married Aaron’s girlfriend, Vivian—on paper. I was heartbroken and ready to leave him. That night, he sent her abroad and fell to his knees, begging me. “Estelle, Aaron gave his life for me. I must take care of his widow. That marriage certificate is just a promise of security for Vivian. Once I’ve avenged Aaron, I’ll divorce her. The only woman I love is you.” I forgave him. The second time came the following year. At a press conference, Damien publicly introduced Vivian as the Mafia leader’s wife. He pulled me aside to explain. “Vivian is the only daughter of the Young family—the Mafia. Our two families joined forces for one reason only: to get revenge for Aaron. I’ve already made arrangements with her. Once we’ve dealt with our enemies, I’ll divorce her and marry you right away.” Once again, I believed him. Then came the third time. Someone drugged Damien at a banquet, and he spent the night with Vivian. He hid it from me until just two weeks ago, when I caught him at the hospital, sitting beside her during a prenatal checkup. That was when I finally learned the truth. He lowered his head, unable to meet my eyes, and spoke in a low voice. “Estelle, it was an accident. Once she gives birth, I’ll send her away. My parents will raise the child, and I swear—neither of them will ever appear in your life again.” In the name of love, Damien pushed me to compromise again and again. Yet now I know. There’s no future left for us. It’s time for me to walk away.

Done checking me out yet, babe?” The godlike man with tattoos covering his muscular forearms asks me with a teasing smirk on his face. "No fair, Miles is hogging her. The name's Beckett, Darling," He said with his deep baritone voice that had my core clenching. "My turn," came another deep gorgeous voice, sounding more sensual than the last. "Hey, Princess." He said, whisking me away from Beckett, "The name's Aphelion." Aphelion grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful green eyes. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By the way, I'm Samael." Katrina was left at an orphanage as an infant, on her 18th birthday she gets a vague letter from her birth mother, that doesn’t go into much detail on why her parents abandon her, just that there was a danger lurking, and Katrina had to disappear. On her 21st birthday Katrina’s best friends take her to the Popular club Hecate where her life turns upside down. One minute she’s having fun getting drunk, the next she’s blasting a pervert on his ass with some unknown power that just blasted out of her hands. Now Katrina is stuck attending school with a bunch of demigods and four very attractive very dangerous gods, who have all staked a claim on her. Katrina must learn how to control this new power of hers, avoid the demigoddess who she has somehow angered by her existence, figure out what the danger is her mother’s letter warned her about, all while juggling four very dominating gods.

“Look at you, Lena. You’ve let yourself go! I can’t even get hard seeing you naked anymore. I am a man with needs! What do you expect? That I fuck the wall?!” --- Lena's marriage was once a fairytale… Until she became the part he no longer wanted. Lena gave her husband everything—her love, her loyalty, her body. But when her weight began to change, so did the man who once loved her and called her beautiful. Soon, she became a woman begging for scraps of affection from a man who could barely stand the sight of her. Still… she stayed. Still… she believed she could earn his love back. Until the past came knocking. “You said yes. That means you’re mine, Lena". She laughed it off at first—because how could she take him seriously? It was a childish promise years ago. Besides she's a married woman now. It's forbidden! But he isn’t joking. And unlike her husband… He looks at her like she’s everything. Dangerously obsessed. Unapologetically possessive. Completely unwilling to let her go.

Reject her.” Three words. That was all it took for Alpha Kael Draven to destroy Lyra Vale’s entire world. On the night of the Moon Ceremony, in front of the entire pack, he didn’t just deny her, he humiliated her, called her weak, worthless and unfit to stand beside him as Luna. Then, without hesitation, he severed their sacred bond… and chose another. The pain should have killed her, maybe it did. Because the girl who loved him? Never came back. Years later, Lyra returns and this time, she is no longer prey. She is powerful. Colder. Stronger. Untouchable. A force that makes even Alphas bow their heads. With an army at her back and darkness in her veins, she has become everything he once said she could never be. And worst of all? She feels nothing for him. But now, the bond he broke has come back to life and it’s tearing him apart. The Alpha who once rejected her is now the one losing control. The one craving her. The one drowning in regret. He wants her back. He wants forgiveness. He wants her. But Lyra doesn’t want love. She wants revenge. And when war ignites between them, Kael is forced to face the truth. The woman he destroyed is the only one powerful enough to ruin him.

Luke finally agreed to bind with me, urged by his mother Monica on her deathbed. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a glow on his golden-brown fur. He stood by the bed, his amber wolf eyes deep and seemingly nervous. As soon as he stepped out of the room, his expression returned to its usual calm, and he said to me coldly, "Emma, let's wait a little longer." "I need to bond with Alina first," he continued, his wolf eyes distant, his tone neutral. "Her mother is seriously ill, and I promised her." "What about your mother? She wants to witness our bonding too!" "I have to bond with Alina first. You don't need to worry about my mother’s health," he said, as he effortlessly removed the vow ring Monica had given me from my finger, then turned and walked away. His little wolf followed, its tail wagging happily, showing no sign of reluctance. But as soon as he left, his mother suddenly took a turn for the worse. By the time Monica passed away, I was the only one by her side. Weakly, she squeezed my hand and whispered, "Emma, don’t wait for him anymore. Find someone who truly loves you." Her hand fell limp, and in the quiet darkness, I made two calls. The first was to the church, changing our marking ceremony to a funeral for his mother. The second call was to my best friend. Her brother was the Alpha of another pack, with dark fur and sharp green eyes. "He once said that if I was willing, he would bond with me... Is that promise still valid?" There was a pause on the other end before a deep voice, full of natural authority, came through: "Emma, have you finally figured it out?"