Romans 3 Message Novels & Stories

A 22 year old Cheryl Garcia finds herself dropping out of college and moving back to the Upper East side of New York all because of a crazy night with her high school sweetheart, Enrique Gomez. She believes that he only wants the family business as that’s what the previous men in her life wanted. However as soon as she gets home she is forced to work for the new CEO of her fathers company. She finds that she can’t escape Enrique. She finds a way to let Enrique in for a while and she’s happy until she receives a message that her ex boyfriend, Leandro is on his way to get her . All her past trauma comes rushing back, opening so many wounds she thought she closed . She gets nightmares, panic attacks and loses her memory from time to time. Will she ever let Enrique know how she truly feels ? Will she finally open up to him? Will they take down their enemies together?

On the night before the wedding, New York was washed in cold rain. The rehearsal at St. Patrick's Cathedral had been set for seven o'clock. Under the vaulted ceiling, the white roses, black satin bows, and silver candelabras had all been arranged exactly the way I wanted. But by the time the rehearsal ended, he still hadn't shown up. At 11:17 that night, I finally got a message from him. [Sophia is pregnant. Although the baby isn’t mine, I can’t let her child be born carrying the name of an illegitimate child.] [I went to City Hall with her tonight and made it legal.] [The wedding is still happening tomorrow.] [That piece of paper is just a formality. The person standing at the altar will still be you.] [Don't let outsiders know too much. And don't ruin her reputation.] I stared at those lines for a long time. In the end, I replied with a single word. [Okay.] I don't want the wedding and you.

After a car accident, my memory ended ten years ago, on the night I got down on one knee and proposed to Adrian Halloway. I tore through every app on my phone, desperate to find proof that Adrian was my husband, but in my contacts, there was only one number. My message threads were completely blank. Helpless, I called my best friend, Hannah Price, to ask if my proposal that night had actually worked. She exploded at me like a firecracker, "Juliana Rowe, have you completely lost your mind? Worked? You’ve been trying to divorce the man!" The first thing that flashed through my head when I hung up was, 'Damn, I’m impressive. I actually managed to land the untouchable Adrian Halloway.' The second thing was staring at the handwritten divorce agreement on my nightstand with total confusion. 'Who’s getting divorced? Me? I’m the one who wants this? What the hell is wrong with me?'

Kimberly Grosvenor sacrificed her family, her future, even her self respect for love. But after 3 years her husband reveals their marriage was a con and leaves her with nothing, and she crawls back home. But redemption comes with a price, because her family drowns in debt, and her sister needs life-saving surgery they cannot afford. There came a ruthless billionaire who offered salvation—marry him, give him an heir by Christmas, and he'll save everything. As Kimberly and Rothschild grow closer, her ex resurfaces with a shocking revelation. He's Rothschild's brother, and he wants her back.

Book 3 of the past series (can be read as a standalone) A wedding night that was supposed to be memorable for a couple turned into a sorrowful night. Melody and franklin were happy to be married and on their wedding night, a terrible event occur leading to their separation. Now, five years later, they met again and this time, Franklin is now Giovanni, a ruthless billionaire who doesn't give a damn about other people's feelings. The shocking fact is that Giovanni has no memory of Melody and the first time they met, he couldn't recognize her. What happened on their wedding night that leads to their separation? What happened in the past? How come Giovanni has no memory of Melody? Find out in the wedding night.

A modern day kingdom in the country of Sargas has crowned its young queen after the sudden demise of her uncle, who died in his sleep unexpectedly. The new queen of only 19 years doesn't know much about politics and how to rule the land because she was her uncle's ward and the crown prince died in a fire at the factory 3 months ago. A kingdom where magic is banned and considered demonic, Atarah hides her power, desperately trying not to get dethroned. Looped in a contract marriage with her enemy, the prince of Antares, Dragomir. Atarah searches for revenge and love in between the chaos which is surfacing in her kingdom.

Emma Hart thought she led an ordinary life—until a single mysterious message changes everything. When her phone flashes a countdown and a distorted voice warns her not to look outside, Emma realizes she’s caught in a deadly game she doesn’t understand. Shadows move faster than any human, storms rage with unnatural fury, and the city she calls home becomes a maze of fear and secrets. With only twelve minutes to act, Emma must uncover who—or what—is hunting her, why she was chosen, and how to survive when time itself seems to be against her. Racing against a relentless enemy, she discovers hidden powers, buried truths, and the shocking revelation that the world is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine. The Last Signal is a pulse-pounding thriller that blends suspense, supernatural mystery, and heart-stopping tension, asking one question: when the clock is ticking, who can you trust—and who is already watching from the shadows?

Amara Larkspur and I have been dating for seven years. But she claims that she's sick of me, so she quickly finds herself a younger lover. I don't kick up a fuss at all. All I do is throw away the engagement ring and take down the decorations of the proposal venue. After that, I leave the city where I got my heart broken. All of Amara's friends keep speculating just how long it'll take me to crawl back to her this time. After all, everyone thinks of me as her ultimate simp. However, this time, I never return to her side. Amara finally panics and calls my number. "Ryan Crawford, if you don't return to me right now, we'll break up for real!" But all she hears is a feminine voice that lets out a soft titter. "Ryan is bathing at the moment. I can help you pass the message if you'd like."

The whole city’s paparazzi knows that Cade Finley would rather sleep with a nightclub escort than with me. The question they ask daily is: When will Mrs. Finley finally give away her precious "first time"? In front of the media cameras, Cade calmly turned towards me. "We can each have our own fun. If you don't like what I'm doing, you can go look for a man too." With that, he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away. That night, he was photographed with his new fling in bed, and it made the trending news once again. While everyone thought I would just sit and wait until dawn, I contacted the paparazzi and bought a trending topic spot. Then, I tore up my lace nightgown, messed up the sheets, and took a bedroom photo from a third-person perspective. I then sent an anonymous message to Cade: "Bro, your wife is amazing. Let me know when you're getting a divorce."

When I was twelve, I bought a half‑starved boy from a Brooklyn fight pit. His ribs were broken, blood on his teeth, but he still crawled to my feet. “Choose me,” he said. “Give me a place, and I’ll be useful.” So I took him home. Twelve years later, Matteo Greco had become my family’s most feared enforcer. He bled for me, killed for me, carved my initial over his heart—and called it loyalty. Then one day a beautiful young woman showed up at my door. “You were never the one he loved,” she said with a smirk. “You’re just the nightmare he’s been trying to escape.” She placed a hand on her swollen belly and taunted me, “Matteo’s going to run away with me.” I let out a cold laugh. I had my men drag her downstairs, then sent a message to Matteo: “Get back here. Now.”