Rem X Ram Novels & Stories

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

Five years ago, Harper was the pack's outcast, a plus-size girl mocked for her curves, and the fated mate of the powerful Donovan triplet, Mason, Ryder, and Dallas. But when they cruelly rejected her in front of the entire pack, Harper fled from Black Pine Springs, heartbroken and desperate to escape the crushing pain and anguish. She spent half a decade in the city trying to wash the scent of betrayal from her skin, only to fall into another relationship with a toxic ex who shattered what little self-esteem she had left. Now, with her mother gone and her pockets empty, Harper has no choice but to return to the same pack where it all began. Her plan is simple; fix up her mother's old lodge, sell it to the highest bidder, and vanish for good. But Mason, Ryder, and Dallas Donovan didn't become billionaire Alphas by letting what belongs to them slip away. The moment Harper returns, the triplets spring their trap. They own the lodge now, and they are willing to give it back on one condition–she must become theirs again. Trapped in their territory, Harper vows to fight the scorching, suffocating chemistry that still burns between them. But with a vengeful rival determined to see her ruined, a pack deeply divided, and strange, ancient nightmares beginning to unlock dangerous powers hidden in her blood, survival becomes a dangerous game.

Kaya built the perfect quarterback to break her ex. She never expected him to steal her heart… again. After sacrificing everything to help her arrogant ex-husband Tom rise as captain of the nation’s biggest football team, Kaya is left humiliated and betrayed by her husband But Kaya isn’t just anyone. She is the hidden heiress of the very team Tom plays for and a Tech genius undermined by everyone, only known for her precise physics and game play. Determined to destroy him where it hurts most, Kaya uses her family’s cutting-edge tech to build Tom 2.0 a flawlessly handsome AI quarterback robot programmed to dominate the field… and drive Tom mad with jealousy. But when Tom 2.0 starts acting strangely, showing tenderness, jealousy, and even calling her by a name only one boy ever knew, Kaya’s world unravels. Because inside the steel and circuits is there a heart that beats? As secrets crack open and passions ignite, Kaya faces an impossible choice: Will she finish her revenge? Or risk everything to love what she thinks is a robot?

I had waited for him for eight years. I thought I was the love of his life. I thought waiting so long for him to takeover his pack would prove to him my love. But her pictures filled his laptop when he had none of me. I was just a joke to him and his pack. But not anymore. Instead of getting bound to him, it is best to set him free. So l left and he lost his mind trying to find me.

Perhaps out of mercy, Debra found herself reborn before all the tragedies—before her husband Juan drained her last bit of value and let her died miserably in childbirth on the operating table. In her last life, Debra discarded her noble status and tried everything to please Juan after marriage, groveling for his affection. Everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan's beloved was Shelia, while Debra was unfavored. In this life, Debra was determined to leave Juan. Unexpectedly, after their divorce, the husband who once despised her made a complete 180. But so what? Faced with his desperate plea for reconciliation, Debra turned around and threw herself into the arms of his archenemy. "Do you have anything to say to my ex, new love?" she asked the man standing by her side. Marion smiled with a powerful protective aura, "He can wish us a happy marriage."

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]

I was known throughout the Shadow Pack as the perfect, obedient she-wolf. So obedient, in fact, that when my mate David left me during our eighty-eighth Bonding Ceremony, I still chose to forgive him. Until that fateful day—our eighty-ninth ceremony—when an anonymous werewolf gifted us a wedding present worth five hundred million dollars. The screen meant to play our sweet memories suddenly switched to a live broadcast: Amy, auctioning off her virginity for exactly five hundred million dollars. In our Pack, the first night symbolizes the deepest loyalty and love between true mates. If a she-wolf loses her first night to someone other than her mate, she is shunned by the entire Pack—branded with shame and rejection. Tears shimmered in Amy’s eyes as she looked straight into the camera, like it was her final goodbye. “David, if I can’t be your mate, then my purity means nothing.” “I only hope… you’ll never forget me.” David didn’t even hesitate. He threw away our moonstone ring and bolted from the ceremony hall. The Pack murmured in stunned disbelief. Everyone knew one thing: I loved David—but David only had eyes for his so-called savior, Amy. Now, the only question anyone whispered about was whether we’d make it to the ninetieth Bonding Ceremony. But I knew the truth— There would never be a ninetieth. So I left, my heart shattered in silence. But later, I heard he had regretted everything he had done— And had been desperately searching for me ever since. Because the truth was, I was the one who saved his life—not Amy.

It was supposed to be a harmless lie— a dance, a kiss, a quick escape from the man who wouldn’t stop chasing her. But in that single heartbeat beneath the chandeliers, Alyona’s lips met a stranger’s— and her fairytale turned into fate. Because the man behind the mask wasn’t just anyone. He was her future boss. Alexander Hunt. Cold. Powerful. Devastatingly handsome. A man who doesn’t believe in love, emotions, or happy endings. To him, relationships are business deals—clean, controlled, and unbreakable. But Alyona is chaos—warmth, laughter, and all the colors he’s spent years avoiding. And when their worlds collide, love becomes both a war and a temptation neither can ignore. He stands for logic. She lives for love. And when he finally realizes she’s slipping away… will it be too late to rewrite their ending? Some loves are meant to destroy. Some to heal. And some… to haunt you forever.

It starts with loving him secretly but ends with hating him deeply. --- Ronan painfully divorced Ysabelle. Even though she loves him secretly, she agrees to leave him, but slowly, hatred fills her heart. She showed up again after five years as an heiress of his nemesis. As soon as his eyes met hers, Ronan marked in his life to win her back. But things are not easy. Ysabelle is getting married to someone he didn't expect to be connected with. However, Ronan found out something significant that he could use to get his Belle. Ysabelle’s mind screams hate, but her heart whispers that she still loves him. Despite the obstacles, will her heart give in to her ex-husband’ desire? Or everything will just remain a painful memory that cannot be brought back again.

In my previous life, I fell in love with Dante Ravenna, the Don of the Ravenna family who also happened to be my uncle without any blood relations. As soon as I found out that Dante was drugged with aphrodisiacs, I didn't hesitate to become his antidote. One month later, I found out that I was pregnant with his baby. Because of that, the old Don pressured Dante into marrying me. On the day of our marriage, Dante's first love, Serafina Calvetti, had flown overseas out of heartbreak, only to get kidnapped by one of the Ravennas' rival families. They ended up killing her in cold blood. Before Serafina died, she had called Dante 199 times for help. But Dante never picked up any of them because of how busy he was with the wedding preparations. When the damage was done, Dante just stared at the 199 missed calls without saying anything. In fact, my life after marriage was even better and happier than before. I thought Dante had already let go of Serafina's death. What I didn't expect was that he'd lock me up in the basement on the day I was supposed to give birth. I ended up suffering from heavy bleeding. With one foot in the grave, I begged Dante to take me to the hospital. Yet, he just stood by and watched as my unborn baby and I died in front of him. Before I breathed my last, I heard his cold and ruthless voice. "I would've married Serafina a long time ago if it wasn't for you using every trick in the book just to sleep with me and get pregnant with my baby!" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Dante gets drugged. In this life, I refuse to serve as Dante's antidote. Instead, I call Serafina on the phone.