Saving Nora The Movie Novels & Stories

Kaitlyn believed she had everything - a caring partner, a reliable best friend, and a promising future. However, on the day that was supposed to be the most joyful of her life, she is horrified to see the man she loves marrying her best friend instead. Feeling betrayed and devastated, Kaitlyn finds it difficult to rebuild her broken life. Just as she believes she has reached the lowest point, a random meeting with the mysterious billionaire Estefan Salvatore gives her an unforeseen opportunity for help. The proposition he is offering is both alluring and risky: enter into a fake marriage with him to assist in his plan for vengeance against his deceitful sibling, and in exchange, enjoy a lav

I'm Caroline Forbes, the omega everyone in GreyHound Pack steps over on their way to somewhere better. My mother's name is a rumor named “whore” and my future is a mop and a dungeon sentence waiting to happen. But, I had one thing keeping me going and his name was Alexander Wolfe. Then the mating ceremony took him too. Now I have no mate, rank, or the royal's mercy since the pack had one tradition for girls like me and it ended with a grave. Then the cold and ruthless Jarek Wolfe, the alpha who had never once looked at me like I was worth his time, stopped them. But at what cost?

Tobias has always been the Beta, the loyal second-in-command, the enforcer of pack law, and the protector of his Alpha’s family. For years, he’s watched Lily Blackthorn, his Alpha’s sweet, innocent younger sister, grow into a woman. He knows she is forbidden to him, but when she goes into her first heat, the scent of her awakens something dark and primal within him. Tobias fights it. He tries to stay away. But his wolf is relentless, whispering one undeniable truth: She is mine. Lily has always admired Tobias, the brooding, disciplined warrior who guards her brother’s side. But when her heat takes hold, she sees the hunger in his eyes. She feels the pull between them. And she wants to

On the day I had acute heart failure, the hospital issued several critical condition notices in a row. While I was still conscious, my attending physician told me to call my family and say my last words. On instinct, I dialed Julia Mars, but no one picked up for a long time. It wasn't until later that I found a "private arrangement" contract posted on her alt social media account. The terms spelled out her decade-long friends-with-benefits relationship with her childhood friend, Ken Cohen. Her best friend commented under the post with congratulations: [Not bad, Counselor Mars, finally ready to go public with your little childhood buddy. If your husband finds out, you think he'll have a he

Every time Anthony Slim and I tried to get our marriage license, something went wrong. For three years, we tried thirty times. And every single attempt ended in an accident. The first attempt ended with a vagrant that went berserk and stabbed me four times. I nearly died outside the city hall. The second attempt ended with a speeding motorcycle crushing the bones of my hand. The third attempt ended with a burning mall, and I was trapped inside for three whole hours. … Everyone told me to cancel the engagement, but I stubbornly refused to give up. And then the 31st attempt ended with me getting rushed into the ICU. A billboard that fell from up high crashed right into me. I was rushed

Vivian Grant lost her memory and forgot everything about me. Her memory stopped in the year when she loved her ex-husband most. No matter how the people around her tried to explain it, she still believed I was the third party who had come between them. The doctors said her amnesia might be treatable, so I held on to that hope and refused to let go. For three years, we got divorced and remarried over and over again. We became the biggest joke in the city's elite circles. Some people even started betting on us. They bet on when I would finally give up, and when Vivian would finally remember. Then news of our eighth divorce hit the trending charts again. Reporters rushed into the law fi

When I found out my wife was hiding the divorce papers from me, I set up a car crash and pretended I had lost my memories. Naively, I thought this could save our seven-year marriage. But when Josephine Gillard found out I had lost my memories, I saw something called relief flicker in her eyes. Calmly, she told me, "We're siblings. Nothing more, nothing less. Even if we aren't related by blood." Before I could say a word, a nurse pushed open the door with a knowing smile. "Your husband and child are here, Dr. Gillard. Oh, I can't believe you're still so in love even after years of marriage." I was struck dumb. Only after Josephine left did I finally find the courage to speak. With a trembl

To give her family an heir, my wife got pregnant seventeen times, only to miscarry every single time. Everyone thought I was infertile. I visited every famous doctor I could find, swallowed countless herbal prescriptions, and even went through thirty treatment procedures, but I still couldn't give her a healthy child. Under pressure from the outside world, I finally agreed to let Talia Isaacson borrow sperm from her first love. On Talia's eighteenth pregnancy, the baby was finally healthy. She told me excitedly, "The Isaacson family finally has an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. No matter what, I'm giving birth to this child." Just when I thought our life could finally return to

Jessica Morrison had been divorced from her ex-husband, Mark Tatum, for five years, yet they still shared a joint bank account. She made over six figures a year, but every time her salary hit her account, she transferred every last cent to him. "Even though we're divorced, we still have a child together. I can't just turn my back on him." For years, she used that as her excuse. She went to take care of her and Mark's son while her own water had already broken. Because of that, our daughter, Emma, was born with health issues. Later, when Emma had a medical emergency and needed surgery, Jessica gave all the money to Mark's son instead. That time, I asked for a divorce. But she begged me

In the twenty years I was bound to my host, this was the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time I had watched him argue with Vivian Hale. The meal he had carefully prepared was smashed all over the floor. His eyes were red as he nearly shouted at her. "Why do you choose him every single time? You divorced him, remember? I am your husband!" Vivian remained calm, as if she had known all along that my host would make a scene. "So what if we divorced? I have a child with him. I cannot just ignore him." That one careless sentence left my host sitting frozen in place for a long, long time. Long enough for the sky outside to go completely dark. There had been countless moments like this before,