Roasts For Rap Battles Novels & Stories

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

 In her first life, she loved him recklessly—five years of marriage, telling everyone she was his fated mate. Five years of waiting behind closed while he spent his sweet time with his mistress resulted in divorce papers, signed with the same steady hand that had once slid a ring onto her finger. As if that wasn't enough her mistress killed after humiliating her in the worst ways possible. She died with his name on her lips… and woke up five years earlier, on the night of their wedding. This time, she refuses to be the obedient wife. This time she will slap the marriage contract on the table. “One year,” she says sweetly. “We remain legally married for one year. No intimacy and no interference in each other’s private lives. After that, we divorce quietly.” He studies her like she’s a stranger wearing his wife's face. Amused, he signs. Then one rain-soaked morning, she wakes up naked in his bed. Again In the dim light, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Forget about the divorce now."

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

Forbidden heat, chemistry, obsession. Roses are red, trouble looks good, and Elara was not prepared for this kind of heat. She thought her cheating, abusive husband was the best she could get. Two lost pregnancies. A family that body-shamed her and mocked her hard work like it was a hobby. She wanted peace. She got Adrian. Adrian…. cold, brilliant, infuriatingly attractive. A final-year student with eyes that lingered too long and a secret billionaire empire no one knew he controlled. A man used to getting everything he wants. She’s off-limits. He’s obsessed. And when their desire crosses the line, it ignites something neither of them can put out. What happens when the student no one dares to cross falls for the professor who thinks she’s unworthy of desire? This semester? They’re both failing self-control.

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

“Coming up next, Omega 36! Green eyes, blonde hair, curvy figure. A real catch! This one even comes with a bonus. She has a child!” The red curtain in front of us gradually pulls open. I’m momentarily blinded by the glaring strong light up front. Yet I don’t even need to look at those men sitting down stage to know that their eyes are filled with disgusting lust. I can only hold the child in my arms and slowly move forward.

Zoya, a beautiful girl is married her teacher Advik, when a man named Chaitanya started to threat her and about to marry her. Even though it was an accidental marriage, the couple trying best to go on well. But Chaitanya is not ready to give up on her. Will love blooms between Zoya and Advik?

Claire RavenWood has been gifted with the blood of the sacred Luna, which only has one occurrence in a century. Ever since the news broke that the Luna had been born, Claire was all but safe. The past Lunas’ barely survived and because of that, the blood ran dry and there were none for thousands of years. It was a miracle that Claire was chosen. The wolverines are the counterfeits who have sworn their lives to the ownership of the sacred Luna. Lucas, an alpha of a very powerful clan has brought it up on himself as the lead to find Luna and regain lives in the clan after many long years. Claire's parents have some hidden secret that could change the story forever, a sinister betrayal portrays as the one she shares mutual bonds with, becomes her Achilles heel.

In my previous life, I had been suffering from a terminal illness when I won the lottery.  To my shock, Mommy advised me to forgo treatment and leave the winnings to my younger brother, David, to use for his marriage.  I refused to become an accessory to his future, so, behind my parents’ backs, I donated every bit of it to an orphanage.  When they found out, they were furious. They called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch.  After severing ties with me, they abandoned me at the hospital. On David's birthday, they gathered as a family and celebrated him while I was left to die in the hospital, utterly alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had won the lottery.  Recalling the pain and betrayal of my past life, I resolved to leave my parents that very day.  But to my surprise, when I returned home, they had completely changed.  They doted on me and showered me with affection.