Roland Doe Novels & Stories

Little Jean contracted AIDS from a human woman. What's worse? She gave it to him intentionally. As if that wasn't enough, she reintroduced herself in my mate's life as his new love. Logan loved her to bits because she was young and talented. He didn't care if she was human. It has been hell ever since. I have been secretly been bullied by Leah, the human girl, since she won Logan's heart. While I endured all the bullying in hopes of winning hearts, no one wanted to treat my son, the future heir of the Waterstone pack. It was a shame. But I will be leaving everything behind to start anew. I was born a healer, never got the chance to blossom. And I shall...with all my determination. Beca

After six years by Archie Valez’s side, everything changed when his uncle died—and Archie took over the family legacy… and with it, the responsibility of caring for his “young” aunt, Betty Cruz, whose age was practically the same as Archie’s. Still, whatever Betty wanted, Archie delivered. I just never thought it would include a baby. Betty said she wanted a baby with the Valez bloodline. And with the uncle gone, Archie was the only one left to do the job. So he gave her that, too. “Just wait a little longer,” he would say to me, “Sabrina. As soon as she’s pregnant.” What started as once a month turned into once a week… Then it became a nightly routine. Of almost eight months that we lived

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone,

“I reject you.” Those three words should have ended Eiren’s life. Publicly rejected by his fated mate and declared defective by pack law, Eiren is dragged into the darkness to await execution. In a world where omegas are only valued when they are chosen, being unwanted is a death sentence. Broken, scentless, and abandoned, Eiren prepares to die alone in chains. But fate is not finished with him. In the shadows of the pack’s prison, a second bond ignites,violent, forbidden, and impossible. Kael Vorthran, the pack’s feared executioner, claims Eiren without permission, without mercy, and without regret. He does not ask. He does not hesitate. And once he marks Eiren as his, the entir

My fiancée, Rachel Evans, was in a car accident before our wedding and had just woken up when I rushed over to the hospital. The bridesmaids surrounded her. "Rachel, you're finally awake! Your fiancé, Nicholas Shaw, was so worried when he heard you were in a car accident that he cried!" said one of them. "Now the wedding will have to be postponed." "Who's Nicholas Shaw?" Rachel asked with a frown. "Where's my boyfriend? Where's Jordan?" A hush fell in the ward as soon as those words fell. My face was pale as I stood in the doorway, for I knew very well who she was referring to. She was talking about Jordan Baxter, her first love.

I had just gotten back from the hospital when Mom pulled me into the walk-in closet and held a pale pink couture gown against me. "Try it on. It's from the designer's new collection. We have a major event this weekend, and as the Wellman heiress, you need to look your best." Heat crept into my cheeks. The pregnancy test results were still tucked inside my bag. How could Mom already know? I smiled and nodded. "But Mom, wouldn't white be better?" I ducked my head, a shy smile playing on my lips. The news of my pregnancy was right on the tip of my tongue. "White does look prettier. Soren has such good taste, picking that white wedding gown for Daisy. You're the maid of honor, so pale pink is pe

I loved him when he had nothing.. I stayed when he built everything.. and I left when I realised I had become nothing to him. After years of being the neglected wife of a ruthless CEO, I finally served Reese Bennett divorce papers. I expected anger.. resistance and a fight but instead, he signed them without hesitation. Three years later, fate brings me back to the man who once owned my heart but he isn’t alone. His first love stands in his arms, beautiful and smug as though she’s already won and when Reese looks into my eyes, there’s no recognition, no love and no regret.. just a stranger’s cold gaze as he says the words that shatter me completely...

Evy was a simple-minded girl. If there's work she's there. Evy is a known workaholic. She works day and night, dedicating each of her waking hours to her jobs and making sure that she reaches the deadline. On the day of her birthday, her body gave up and she died alone from exhaustion. Upon receiving the chance of a new life, she was reincarnated as the daughter of the Duke of Polvaros and acquired the prose of living a comfortable life ahead of her. Only she doesn't want that. She wants to work. Even if it's being a maid, a hired killer, or an adventurer. She will do it. The only thing wrong with Evy is that she has no concept of reincarnation or being isekaid. In her head, she was k

His hot breath brushed against my ear. “Are you sure you really want to do this, princess? Just so you know, if you do this, there’s no going back. You’re mine, and I don’t let go of what’s mine. Ever.” I gasped, a shiver racing down my spine. When he pulled back, those piercing hazel eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “I want you, Adrian. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone—more than even my husband. So stop talking and fuck me like you’ve never fucked any woman before.” ***** On her wedding anniversary, Lena Marsh sits alone. Again. After years of being ignored by her husband, she’s done waiting for a marriage that’s already dead. Then Adrian B

My sister abruptly returns to the country on the day of my wedding. My parents, brother, and fiancé abandon me to pick her up at the airport. She shares a photo of them on her social media, bragging about how she's so loved. Meanwhile, all the calls I make are rejected. My fiancé is the only one who answers, but all he tells me is not to kick up a fuss. We can always have our wedding some other day. They turn me into a laughingstock on the day I've looked forward to all my life. Everyone points at me and laughs in my face. I calmly deal with everything before writing a new number in my journal—99. This is their 99th time disappointing me; I won't wish for them to love me anymore. I fil