Secretive Names Novels & Stories

Before the marking ceremony, Leon Parker crossed out his name on the Moonlight Tree. Then, he carved his brother Cillian Parker's name next to mine instead. A friend teased him, "Just because you lost a bet to Susie Burton, you're changing the name on the Moonlight Tree to Cillian's? Aren't you afraid Madison Lachlan will find out and lose it on you?" Leon replied lazily, "She nearly died for me once. Changing a name is nothing; she won't mind. I've already ruined her marking ceremony 52 times. What's one more? Besides, Cillian's leg is injured, and he's stuck in a wheelchair. No woman would ever want to be with him. Once Madison finds out, she'll come crawling back to me, and I'll still have the upper hand." I stood by the door, listening to every word of their conversation as my heart gradually turned cold. The Moonlight Tree was sacred to all werewolves. Every mated pair carved their names into it, symbolizing the Moon Goddess's blessing on their bond. Yet, Leon was treating something so sacred like it was a joke. I did not make a scene, just slipping away silently. On the day of the marking ceremony, Leon arrived at the venue to find no one there. He frantically called me. I stood in my white wedding dress, looking at my mate across from me. "My marking ceremony is about to start. Are you here to congratulate me on my big day?"

Georgia Walker successfully gets married to Fred Seele, the man whom she's had a crush on. For so long, she's been filled with hope and anticipation for her married life. That is, until she overhears Fred's secretive conversation with his widowed sister-in-law, Helena Linden. "Fred, please give me a child." It's at that moment Georgia's tranquil life is shattered. Only then does she realize that her marriage, which she's been painstakingly maintaining, is nothing but a well-scripted drama. Fred's heart already belongs to Helena. Now, Helena greedily yearns for everything Georgia has right now, be it her family, her achievements, or even her future with Fred. Georgia doesn't break down or throw a tantrum at all. She just retracts all of her love and care for Fred quietly and clears the brain-addling fog known as love from her mind. She wastes no time in submitting her resignation letter and a divorce agreement. In fact, she's ready to whisk her child, Sophie Seele, far away from their biased husband-slash-father. Later on, Georgia shifts her focus to her career. At the same time, her admirers begin growing exponentially. A handsome diplomat, a devoted vice hospital dean, and Georgia's biggest fan continue to safeguard her from life's dangers and challenges. That's when Fred finally realizes how much he's been neglecting Georgia. The sight of the divorce agreement acts like a wake-up call to him. Finally, he realizes that Georgia, the woman who has loved him deeply for so long, is already bent on divorcing him as soon as his own scales start tipping in Helena's favor. When Georgia finds herself in a situation where an admirer has already sunk down on one knee and proposed to her, Fred pulls her into his arms with red-rimmed eyes. "I haven't even signed the divorce agreement yet! Are you trying to commit bigamy, Georgia?"

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content (adult readers only), violence, organized crime, brief captivity, mention of past parental death. Slow-burn. Seraphina Calloway has spent eleven months building a case against the most dangerous family in New York. She’s a former prosecutor turned private investigator, and she is mere inches from the evidence that could end the Voss empire until she breaks into Voss Tower at two in the morning and finds Lucian Voss waiting for her. He doesn’t call the police. He makes her an offer. She spent sixty days as his fake fiancée, a role staged to deflect a political alliance with rival crime lord Viktor Drakos. In return, she received every file she had ever needed and the names of the two people who had destroyed her previous cases before they reached a judge. Sera knows it’s a trap. She agrees anyway. What begins as a ruthless arrangement between enemies spirals into something neither of them can control: obsession, fury, tenderness, and a consuming desire that isn't concerned about self-preservation. Lucian is colder and more dangerous than his press release suggests, and in the moments when he doesn’t know she’s watching, he is something entirely different. Sera is sharper and more relentless than his investigation revealed and is carrying a secret identity that connects her to his world in ways that will shatter everything they’ve built. Then Viktor takes her. And Lucian discovers that sixty days was never what the game was about.

"I thought I was paying a debt. I didn’t realize I was selling my soul." Lizaib "Iza" Moreno had one rule: Don’t look him in the eye. To save her father from a death sentence handed down by the city's most ruthless underground fixer, Iza enters a cold, calculated arrangement with Dark Valerius Thorne. He is a man of shadows, a predator who treats pleasure like a business transaction and emotions like a weakness. For six months, she belongs to him—no names, no strings, and absolutely no falling in love. But the dark has a way of swallowing you whole. On the final night of her contract, Iza disappears. She leaves behind the silk sheets of Dark’s penthouse and the suffocating heat of his touch, carrying a secret that could destroy them both: She’s pregnant with the devil’s heir. Six months later, Iza is living a quiet life under a new name, thinking she finally escaped the Thorne empire. But Dark doesn't lose what belongs to him. When he finds her—distressingly beautiful and visibly carrying his child—the "no-strings" arrangement is officially dead. Now, he isn’t just demanding the debt be paid. He’s claiming his family. As Iza is dragged back into his world of blood and luxury, she discovers a terrifying truth: her father’s debt wasn't an accident. Dark has been waiting for her since the very beginning. And this time, he’s never letting her go.

Graceful, classy, sexy, and many more names are described for 23 years, Ada Elsher Hayes. She is a young billionaire who stood on her own feet because of her hard work and dedication but some people may call her lucky because of her filthy rich parents but people who saw her closely only know her hurdles and struggles to get to the position she is in right now. Ada never shows her emotions or how she reels, everyone around her adapted to her poker face which conveys nothing other than her anger when times come. Ada’s peaceful and well-groomed life got disturbed by a very handsome man who is by the way is a married man.  Cheating is the most hated word in Ada’s life and she swore that she never in her life will cheat but after meeting the handsome greek god for the first time in a club that she forgot the promise she made to never cheat on someone and never help a cheater in cheating. Every moral, every rationality went out of the window the second her eyes land on the tall alluring olive-skinned god who is emitting a dangerous and powerful aura making everyone in the room cower with fear but like many firsts in her life which happened in a minute Ada’s heartbeat begins to race and her core pulsated so hard that she thought she is going to reach her c****x in front of everyone and she clenched her thighs to stop that. She felt like a deer caught in headlights aroused by a stranger.

"Let's get a divorce," I said firmly. "Don't you dare," he said, his teeth literally grinding together. "Listen to me. As long as you are bound to me in this marriage, I have the final say. Only I get to decide when and if we end this. You don't just walk out and call the shots, Sierra. Not with me." One life-saving secret. Two sisters and a man. A marriage built on a lie. My feelings for Desmond Zimmerman started when we were kids and never really faded. But he gave his heart to my younger sister, Vivian, believing she was his savior. Then came the accident that paralyzed Vivian, and the world decided I was the monster who caused it. When Vivian vanished on their wedding day, Desmond didn't seek justice; he sought a substitute. He forced me into a marriage of convenience in bitter vows. Now, Vivian is back, walking perfectly and demanding her place at Desmond's side. She wants my husband, my home, and my total ruin. I filed for a divorce and walked out with nothing but a secret life growing inside me and the truth he was too blind to see. My escape led me deep into a dark underworld realm that shook my sanity, a place where names are traded, and shadows have teeth. How will Desmond react when he realizes he spent three years living with the woman who actually kept him alive? Can a man who treated his wife like a "substitute" ever truly be forgiven?

“Please sweetheart, I’m sorry for how I treated you, you know this has always been my dream job. I can’t lose it please, I’ll do anything you want please sweetheart”, came Cooper’s disgusting voice. The audacity of this man, he even had the guts to call me sweetheart, the name he had stopped calling me during our marriage. “Don’t you ever call me again in your pathetic little life and from now on, refrain from calling me inappropriate names, I am your boss’s wife. The next time you disturb my peace or call me inappropriately, you’ll be hauled off to jail”, I replied coldly and hung up. After Mila catches her husband, Cooper having sex with his “shortcut to a better life” in their matrimonial bed, he divorces her then throws her out in the middle of the night. Mila is shocked to discover Cooper also cleared their joint account leaving her penniless. Mila thought her life was over but she is swept off her feet by Ryan Anderson, the richest billionaire in New York, one who happens to be Cooper’s boss and maybe something more. Now Mila can make those that hurt her pay. Mila is finally happy but like they say good things don’t last forever. Will she be able to save herself and her family when danger starts lurking? Will she finally get her happy ever after?

In the shadowed kingdom of Nocturne, where ancient Lycans rule with iron claws and unbreakable wills, Omega Elara Thorne is offered as tribute from her indebted pack—a fragile sacrifice to secure their fragile peace. At the grand mating ceremony under a blood-red moon, fate cruelly binds her to the most feared ruler alive: Kael Draven, the Ruthless Lycan King. Towering and scarred, with storm-gray eyes that promise death to his enemies, Kael rejects her on the spot. "I will not be weakened by a low-born Omega," he snarls publicly, severing their sacred bond and shattering her soul. Cast out, disowned, and broken, Elara flees into the wilderness, only to be rescued by Ronan Hale, a kind-hearted Alpha who offers her sanctuary—and perhaps a love untainted by cruelty. But as Elara's hidden Silver Blood awakens, unleashing powers that could heal or destroy the Lycan throne, Kael begins to unravel. The severed bond haunts him with unrelenting rage and forbidden visions of the woman he cast aside. Possessive instincts he long buried surge to life, whispering that she was never a weakness... but his only salvation. When rebellion threatens Nocturne and an ancient prophecy names Elara as the key to the kingdom's fate, Kael must confront the monster he became. Will he claim the Omega he rejected before another takes her forever? Or will his ruthless pride cost him the one mate destined to tame his beast? A steamy rejected mate romance filled with betrayal, awakening power, and a king's desperate grovel. Weak to strong heroine. Possessive anti-hero. Second chance at fated love.

… Her pack had betrayed him and she needed to pay. She was going to pay! He let go of her hair and grabbed the back on her neck, his eyes trailed down to her exposed neck and collar bone. The princess dress she had on showed a lot of that caused him to gulp nervously. His twitched in his trousers, the butterflies in his stomach rose. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her sweet pheromone. Reign quivered in fear. Electric sparks exploded in her body when she felt his lips brush against her collarbone, down to her that was exposed. “Please…” she cried, but he didn’t stop. He raised his hand and placed them on her firm , causing her to jolt in fear. He squeezed the left and circled her hidden in the fabric of the dress with his rough fingers. Pain seared through her as he kept squeezing her and trailing hot down her . Reign could only cry and wish that it would and soon. “Hermione Reign Angelis.” He called her full names as he backed away from her, his voice void of any emotions. Reign crawled backwards on her , trying to get away from the tyrant, but stopped when her back hit a hard surface behind her. It was the wall. There was definitely no running away from her oppressor. “Your parents orchestrated the assassination of my beloved mother and even after that, they have the audacity to deny it to my face…”. She is his mate turned slave… will he able to look past his hatred for her and see who the true enemy is?

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]