Release Me Novel Novels & Stories

I felt hands roam around my body, yet I saw no one. I moaned out in pleasure and tried to move my body but the chains clad around my wrists and legs made my efforts futile. “Who are you?” I gasped out when I couldn’t control the ecstasy bubbling in me anymore. Hot breath fanned my face from two angles as voices whispered into my itching ears. “You belong to us, mate!” >> The night she was sold by her stepfather to an Alpha was the night her entire life changed. Captured by the feared and ruthless Lycan kings who mistook her to be the Alpha’s mate, Valerie must find a way to escape the wrath of the Lycan brothers and start a new life away from the wolf kingdom. But when the Lycan brothers announce their desire to have her as their mate and sex slave, Valerie is left trapped between fate, death, and hell.

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?

I have a secret. Every year on my birthday, I'm taken to the blood donation room and made to give 400cc of blood. All because my mom once told me that the blood running through my veins belongs to a rapist. This is the only way I can wash away my original sin. Because of those words, at eighteen years old and weighing less than 80 pounds, I found myself lying on that donation chair once again. But the second I stepped out of the donation room, a document came flying at my face. I looked up in shock and met my mother's icy stare: "Sign it, and get the hell out of my house." It was a legal notice cutting all ties with me. I stood there frozen, cold down to my bones. Mom—didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times, I'd finally be your clean child?

“I am not your dead wife!” I scream at him, for the hundredth time but like always, he stares blankly. “Of course you are, Farfalla.” he grins widely. “And until you stop pretending I'm not letting you go.” He's crazy. Adrian Moretti is insane, the red flags were so bright since the beginning but would I not know if I was his wife? I jumped into this mess a little too fast, now how do I convince him I'm not his late wife so he finally let me go? . . . . Three years ago, Adrian’s wife Tatiana died in a plane crash so imagine his surprise when he walks into a strip club and he is allocated a woman identical to Tatiana. Convinced she's his wife, Adrian decides to hold Starlia hostage until she accepts her identity. But is Starlia truly Tatiana? Or he is starting to fall for a stranger that looks exactly like his darling wife?

Jack, who has a girlfriend, named Angel, fell in love with someone that he never once met. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard for both of them, but things became more complicated when Angel started to change. She always argued with him and sometimes ignored him which hurts Jack the most. Then one day, while resting in the park he found a letter with a content says, ‘‘FIND ME’’ he responded to the letter just for fun, and left it in the same place where he found the letter, and he unexpectedly found another letter for him the next day he went there. Since then, they became close, kept talking through letters but never met each other personally. Jack fell in love with the woman behind the letters. Will he crash his girlfriend’s heart for someone he has to find? For someone, he never once met? Or will he stay with his girlfriend and forget about the girl? “I never imagined that one letter would write my love story.” - JACK

"Is this what you wanted? On your knees, getting fucked by the man you should be calling 'Daddy'?" In the mirror, I'm on all fours. He flips my skirt up, one hand crushing my throat, the other slapping my ass raw as his massive cock slams into me without warning. I'm trembling so hard I can barely hold myself up. But he won't let me fall. "Ass up." He bends me over, his hand a firm pressure on my back. Lorenzo Vitale. The most feared mafia godfather in New York. He never gives an order twice. ** On my birthday, my boyfriend betrayed me for power—fucking Lorenzo's adopted daughter behind my back. They drugged me, sent me into a BDSM club to become Lorenzo's plaything, tried to destroy my reputation. What they didn't know? Twelve years ago, Lorenzo adopted the wrong girl. I'm the real mafia princess. Now he's begging for me back. But I've already fallen for the man I should be calling Daddy. I fantasized about being fucked by him—a forbidden desire I had no right to feel.

I needed fifty thousand dollars. My mother needed surgery. So I walked into an underground auction and sold myself to four men. Four nights. Four different men. One desperate choice. I thought it was simple, but I was wrong. Kael is killing me slowly and he knows it. Rowan holds secrets about my past I can't remember. Dante pretends to save me while his pack wants to use me. And Silas, the one who orchestrated everything, looks at me like I'm his, and something paranormal inside me agrees. Four men. Four secrets and one truth I'm not ready for. I'm not just rare. I'm dangerous. And they're all fighting to claim me before I discover what I'm really capable of. The question isn't which one I'll choose. It's which one will survive.

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

"I bet you can't make her like you." "Watch me." Neither of them knew the other one was having that exact same conversation. Ava Bennett has never lost anything worth keeping. Not competitions, not arguments, and certainly not the cheer captain election she has spent three years bleeding for. She is disciplined, intimidating, and completely immune to Mason Reed's charm. Or so she tells herself. Mason Reed has never met a girl he couldn't win over. Football captain, school golden boy, wanted by everyone and challenged by no one. Until Ava Bennett looks straight through him like he is nothing, and suddenly winning becomes personal. When their friends separately dare them to do the impossible, both accept. Neither knows the other made the same bet. So when Mason proposes a fake relationship, the terms are coldly practical. His playboy reputation is costing him his shot at the Elite Prospects Football Program, the most prestigious talent pipeline in the state. Ava needs the popularity surge to pull ahead in the captain election. They hate each other. They agree anyway. The rules are simple. No feelings. No jealousy. No catching feelings. They break every single one. But secrets this size never stay buried, and when the truth finally surfaces, it doesn't just destroy what they built. It forces them to confront the one question neither of them is brave enough to answer. If it started as a lie, how do you know when it became real? So...... Fake It With Me, Because the most dangerous game is the one where you forget you're playing.

In the Beast World, elven bloodlines can produce stronger half-breed offspring. After the Great War of the Ancient Races, elves began to classify themselves by the integrity of their wings. Substandard elves could purchase and tame werewolves to serve as their lifelong guards and companions. Before my parents passed away, they ordered a werewolf named Nolan to protect me—and, incidentally, to produce offspring. But that werewolf, who was exceptional in every way, despised me intensely. He would often berate me: “A deformed, worthless elf like you should just disappear. You’re not fit to be my mate!” After he smashed every item in the house yet again, I fled the house in a panic. By chance, I stumbled into an abandoned shelter, where a massive gray wolf’s paw reached out from the shadows and gripped my shoulder. The werewolf’s deep, golden eyes gestured for me to look at the sign standing nearby: ‘Defective Models: Trade -In Welcome.’ Tears welled in his eyes as a low, choked sob escaped his throat: “Master… take me home.” He was right. It was time to replace the one at home with a new one. But when I told Nolan to move out of my house, he braced his paws against the doorframe, his eyes red-rimmed: “You’re abandoning me just for that wild wolf?”