Relief Ramayana Novels & Stories

My lawyer husband, Evan Henderson, has sued me for the eighth time over the custody of our pet dog. During the trial, Evan finally yields to me by texting me on the phone. "You can name any condition you want as long as you agree to give the dog to Minnie." Evan used to be a fair and just person. After all, he stood by and watched my dad get framed and thrown into prison just to avoid any suspicion of favoritism. To think that he has gone ahead and fabricated up to 26 pieces of evidence just so he can help Minerva Henderson steal the custody of our pet dog… Not only has he fabricated the dog's birth certificate, but he's also forged the purchasing history of the dog. I refuse to let my

Sequel to My Marriage is a Contract and Messed with my Arrogant boss. "What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged, has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire and gets pregnant with his child. Kiandra swore to raise her child alone after finding out that the father of the child tried to kill it just because he didn't want it. Five years pass and she and her child bumps into the devil once more aft

They sold me to the Dungeon to save themselves. My own family — my brother Caleb, my mother Anya — fed me to the system like I was nothing. A sacrifice. A liability. The last thing I remembered before the darkness swallowed me whole was the relief on their faces. But I didn't die. I came back. And I came back wrong. Welcome to the ARG — where pocket dimensions bleed into the real world, and only the strong survive. Every player gets a starting ability, gear, a guild, a fighting chance. Every player except me. No ability. No gear. No guild. Just Kiera Vance, standing in a room full of veteran wolves who think I'm dead weight — and one sharp-eyed Alpha named Liam Reed who isn't quite sure

Here’s a synopsis of my story; *Synopsis:* Elena wakes up gasping in her Vance Hotel bedroom, believing she just survived a fatal fall from a 40-story building after her fiancé, Julian, and half-sister, Chloe, shoved her off a balcony. She quickly realizes it was a nightmare, but the relief is shattered when she’s hit with excruciating abdominal pain. Elena miscarries her baby on the bathroom floor, losing the child she saw as her only hope and proof of love for Julian. Grief-stricken and bleeding, she contemplates suicide, seeing no reason to live without her baby. Her moment of despair is interrupted by Julian, who enters the room irritated and demanding she get ready for a g

Ever cried till you no longer had tears to shed? Bled till there was no more blood to bleed? Endured till it became a part of you? At that point, pain no longer seems like pain, but reality. No one knows how deep it cuts, how bad it hurts. But you endure it anyways. You don’t cry, you stay strong like a warrior that’ll never give up nor win. Talia Malakai, the Alpha’s daughter by name alone, lived like a shadow in her own home. In a pack where her blood should have earned her respect, she was treated as nothing more than a servant, scorned, unseen, a burden, bad luck, a curse. She learned to bow her head and swallow her voice, to endure the weight of each day like shackles sh

“You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” Paige’s voice trembled quietly. Leonardo D’Angelo, her boss, the man she’d spent way too many nights secretly pining over, was holding her by the shoulders. His eyes beseeching. Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you,” Leonardo’s voice was softer, almost hesitant. “But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. This had to be a joke. “I—what?” she stammered, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “It’s only for three to four weeks,” he pressed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. “I’ll pay you double, or a vacation, whatever you want. Just say yes.” Paige opened her mouth to refuse,

Ravenna’s world shatters when the Alpha’s heir publicly rejects her at their mating ceremony—and secretly sells her to the rogues. Tied up and drugged with a heat-inducing aphrodisiac, she is left for the rogues, only to be rescued by a lethal stranger in the dark. Consumed by the drug’s burning fever, she begs him for relief, sharing one desperate, heat-drenched night with a savior she barely knows. Ashamed, she sneaks away at dawn, hoping to bury the memory and start over at college. But on her first day, when her bullies corner her, a commanding voice cuts through the crowd. It’s him. The stranger from the woods. Only here, he is Professor Green—cold, untouchable, and the most feared

"You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine." He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like tha

At eighteen, all of Riley’s friends had shifted and found their wolves. Now, at twenty, Riley had yet to experience that beautiful transformation she had dreamed of her entire life. Along with her family’s poverty, her father’s absence and her mother’s unspeakable reputation, her inability to transform led everyone to believe she was cursed, doomed never to have her wolf or find her mate. Then, everything changed. The most desired twin Alphas of the city, began to show interest in her. As both Alphas vied for her attention, Riley sighed in relief, thinking her happily ever after was finally within reach. But her joy was short-lived. She soon discovered that the Alphas had used her to further

Leah, Logan’s adopted sister, threw a tantrum at our first engagement party, an episode of her pup dependency anxiety. But after that night, I gave him an ultimatum: if he couldn’t bond me before I turned thirty, he’d have to choose—me or Leah. Logan believed I’d never walk away. After all, I was bonded by my dying mother’s last wish: to be bonded with the werewolf warrior who’d loved me for ten years. Ten years together. Twelve promises that he’d keep Leah in line. And then came my twenty-ninth birthday—our thirteenth engagement party. Leah locked me in a restroom, stole my gown, and stood beside Logan in my place. She was smiling, glowing, claiming everything that was mine. When I finally