Section Titles Novels & Stories

“You are playing with fire," he growled as he pinned her to the wall by the throat, his nose trailing up her neck as he lean close to her. "And you know what happens to those who play with fire," the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. "They get burnt." ********** Salvatore De Rosso, an enigmatic self-made business tycoon, is the renowned owner of the De Rosso Empire. Ruthless, arrogant, cold-hearted and the most wanted bachelor in Marvolia. He is a storm in the business world and no one has ever defeated him as he remains the top one. Yet, there is still one dent in his perfect image. Along with all his titles, Salvatore is also known as a sex freak. Tired of his promiscuous ways, his mother took a drastic step and did what he hated the most. Getting him married. Having just limited time to get her twin sister out of a deep-necked debt, Luciana Marinello would do anything to get her hands on money, even if it involve getting married to the most infuriating man in the whole of Marvolia. She vowed not to be swayed by his charm, yet she can’t ignore the pull of attraction between them. Salvatore watches Luciana like a wolf stalking its prey, she had stepped on his toe the moment she agreed to and for that, she will be punished… Retribution is best served cold, and passionately behind closed doors. He plans to have Luciana on his bed before the end of their contract. Luciana is ready to reject his advances but soon she finds herself sharing his bed, attending glamorous parties and being showered with luxuries. Their vows may be fake, but the heat that ignites behind the closed doors of their mansion is absolutely, wildly, not!

"I Alpha Enzo Draig of the Forestmoon pack, reject you Aespia Black, Daughter of the fallen MoonGrove pack, under the eye of the moon goddess. With the witness of everyone present here today, I strip you of all your titles; Luna and Mate. I revert you to what you formally were. A slave. This is the title you'll have when you are executed right in this same throne room tomorrow for the sins you have committed.." ******* All her life, she had always been at the mercy of men. First her ruthless Alpha of a father who used his own child for his own carnal pleasures. And then there was him. Her mate. Her protector. Her Alpha And her own fairytale prince who had rescued her from the depths of hell. The same man who turned her into a ragdoll just because she didn’t bare him a child. In the most unlikely way though. One she didn’t hesitate to take as anything was better than her current life. When she is pawned off in an auction in a bid to build connections by her own mate after facing a rejection, Aespia knows that she is doomed. That feeling grows when she catches the eye of the Alpha King. What she doesn’t expect is when the rumored king of darkness hands her a contract stating that so far, she can live as his breeder for a year, she would be free. Wait! He has been informed of her barren womb so why then does he insist that it must be her and only her? What could possibly be his real intentions? What happens when Aespia finds out that she has more power than she thought and that the her current misfortune is far from the truth?!

"Take off your clothes. Spread your legs." "...What? Why?" The voice cut through the silence, and my heart seized. I instinctively covered my stomach. It was the first anniversary of my marriage to Alessandro, the Don of the Santoro family. I was pregnant and had wanted to surprise him. But his secretary, Liliana, had blindfolded me and brought me to this unfamiliar place. "Donna, stop playing the victim. Seducing men is your specialty, isn't it?" "Tonight, in this underground auction house, you are the final item on the block." A chill shot down my spine, and my voice trembled. "Are you insane? I'm the Donna of the Santoro family! I'm carrying his heir! Alessandro will kill you..." Liliana scoffed and ripped off my blindfold. Blinding lights bore down on me. I squinted, and gradually, a man sitting in the VIP section came into view... It was Alessandro! I stared in disbelief as he slowly extinguished the cigar in his hand. "Pregnant? Whose bastard are you carrying?" "It's yours!" I cried out. "Liar!" He raised his hand, and a report was tossed at my feet. The bold letters "PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0%" burned my eyes. He came closer and gripped my chin. "Liliana was right. Women like you are rotten to the core." "My love was never enough to satisfy your greed." "And I, Alessandro, will never raise another man's bastard." Later, he finally learned the child was his. For the first time, the man who was always so composed, arrogant, and in control knelt before me, his voice trembling. "Celeste, I'm begging you... even if you can't forgive me, please, let me make it up to you." But I felt nothing for him anymore.

I had just walked out of the Pack Healer's cabin, clutching the crumpled paper of my official pregnancy report, when I refreshed my social media feed. An anonymous post on the local pack forum caught my eye. "I've been sleeping with the Alpha for a while now, and I just found out I'm pregnant. But his Luna is knocked up too, and she's months ahead of me. I hate the idea of him having a pup with someone else. I want to carry his firstborn. How can I make him force his mate to get rid of it?" The comments section was flooded with curses and insults calling the poster a home-wrecker. But the original poster had liked one particularly vicious comment. "That's easy. Tell the Alpha that his Luna is too weak and that she is carrying an abomination corrupted by wolfsbane. Tell him it will be a stillborn anyway." I usually just lurked in these threads, but my wolf, Selene, growled within me. My fingers flew across the screen as I replied. "Aren't you afraid of the Moon Goddess's wrath for defying Her will like this?" The moment I hit send, my mate Kael, the Alpha of the Starlight Pack, walked up to me. He was holding a forged diagnosis report from the Healer, his face a mask of pained hesitation. "Seraphina," he said, his voice trembling. " The Healer says our pup's soul is fragmented. It has been judged as a stillborn. For your safety, we have to terminate the pregnancy immediately." He took a breath, looking deep into my eyes. "I have already made the arrangements. Tomorrow, before the Moon Goddess's altar, I will supervise the surgery personally to ensure your absolute safety."

Sonica Singh Sikarwar is not your ordinary protagonist and damsel in distress. She is bold. She is outrageous. She is confident and she knows 'it'! 'Life is an unstoppable flow and we must get along with it.' However, life isn't all roses and strawberries too. It has got thorns too, but Sony is ready to be pricked. An ordinary girl of the age of twenty-three, her life came to shatter when her engagement with Rudransh Shenoy, CEO of the Shenoy Group of Industries was called off. At the age of twenty and six, Rudransh is a heartthrob and a dream man of any young girl. He is sharp, cunning, intelligent, calm, and knows how to get his way into most things. After going through a bunch of disappointing relationships that led him to nowhere, Rudransh upon having Sonica for himself. The girl he really admires and looks forward to spending his whole life with. However, things don’t always go as planned. Just when one is sure of certainty and 'assured' win. Life smacks hardest at the face. One day before her engagement, Sonica drops by the office and catches Rudransh kissing his assistant. Shattered and heartbroken, she slapped him hard and did what any other woman in her sensible mind would do. Called off the engagement. But Rudransh isn't a brat to mess with. A year later, he was back with a keen persistence upon persuading her. “Where the words fail, action does the work.” Tired of constant rejections, Rudransh has decided to play dirty. As per section 9 of The Hindu Marriage Act: He demands restitution of his conjugal rights from a wedding that never took place. Will Sonica be able to escape her ex's well-planned trap? Or will she accept fate and give in?

While I'm enjoying a promotional set that I've ordered from a restaurant, my best friend sends me screenshots she has taken from someone's social media feed. "I just met a weird customer who's clearly impoverished but acts like she isn't. How can I make her realize that she has no right to be dining in such a fine establishment?" The screenshot's descriptions grow even more familiar. "One has to spend an average of two thousand dollars in this fine dining restaurant, and yet this broke loser has the nerve to order the cheapest promotional set instead! On top of that, she's shameless and pathetic enough to make me take a photo of her that makes her look very fancy! "Seriously, I want nothing more than to post that ugly and unedited photo of hers on my social media feed and pin it there, just so I can humiliate her to no end!" Someone in the comment section tells the floor captain of the restaurant to watch her behavior. "She's a customer at the end of the day; your restaurant's reputation will suffer from a blemish if things get out of hand. "You should know when to stop. After all, you're in the hospitality industry, so you shouldn't act too arrogantly." The original poster has the guts to respond to that comment. "I will never show respect to those who can't afford a 14-thousand-dollar meal! The fact that I have the balls to post the entire thing on my social media means I'm not scared of that peasant at all! What can she do to me anyway?"

On the eve of my wedding, the drug effects of the sleeping pills have faded away. That's how I find myself waking up amid the rambunctious laughter in the master suite of the estate. As soon as I open my eyes, I see my luxurious custom-fitted wedding gown being shredded into pieces by Trevor Gibson's female best friend, Sophia Lynch. She toys with the scissors as she jokes around in front of her phone, where a livestream is ongoing. "Helena is no lady of the house! At the end of the day, I can still manipulate her as though she were a maggot!" Trevor's friends agree with her loudly. "Trevor was the one who laced her milk with sleeping pills, to begin with. Anyone else would've slept like a log!" The comment section is filled with mocking comments directed at me. Meanwhile, Trevor just pats Sophia on the head dotingly. "You must be done venting your anger by now, right? Be a good girl and turn off the livestream. If Helena wakes up and kicks up a fuss, it'll be difficult for tomorrow's wedding to proceed." Once everyone leaves the master suite, Trevor sits by the bed and tucks me in. "Sophia mustn't get triggered at all due to her depression. I'll only deal with you later. Anyway, I've already arranged for a plane to fly in a new wedding gown for you as we speak. Honestly speaking, that gown fits you even more." I can only grip the covers quietly. Then, I fire a text at Jordan Scott. "I'm not going to get married now. Are you still sticking to that promise you gave me back then?"

1000 years ago, Tyrant Alpha Orion fought a war of blood and death against his cunning rival Valentin Volkov - and became the strongest earning name, fame, lands, Kingdoms and titles—but he lost the most important thing in his life: his beloved fated mate, Stella Glazewski. With her dying breath, Stella extracts a promise from her love, Alpha Orion: that he will give up his ambition for blood and war and instead focus on nurturing their children and their pack's legacy. Devastated beyond measure, Orion raises their children while drowning in regret, obsessively mourning his beloved mate, Stella, until his final day, pleading with the Moon Goddess for one more chance to love her properly in his next life—as an equal, cherished and respected. 1000 years later….. In modern-day New York City, Alpha Orion is granted a second chance at love as he is reincarnated in his same Lockwood pack as Alpha Liam’s son. This time, he is a well-balanced, diplomatic Alpha—contrasting sharply with his past life as an absolute Tyrant. In this life, he has one goal: to love and cherish Stella and fulfill his previous life’s desire. He will stop at nothing to ensure her safety and happiness. Meanwhile, Stella is reincarnated in her Glaze pack once again, this time is not a mere damsel in distress. She is reincarnated as a curious, talkative, and intelligent seer with the gift of seeing the past, present, and future—unlike her previous life, where she was merely a polite maiden who followed others' orders. When these two reincarnated lovers try to join again, they learn that their rival from the past, Alpha Valentin Volkov, has been reincarnated as well. Stella and Orion as a power couple must navigate the challenges of their past to bring peace to their present lives.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

My studio's website receives an appraisal order worth 450 thousand dollars all of a sudden. The original poster of the order claims that this is a pre-wedding gift her fiance has gotten her. The comment section goes wild instantly. "If the appraisal fee alone is already 450 thousand dollars, does this mean the painting is worth 100 million dollars? Your husband really is generous to you!" "I'm so envious of you! You really are lucky to be able to marry such a rich man!" The poster quickly replies, "Luck has nothing to do with this. I fought for this fate with everything I had. I'll be frank with you; back then, my fiance still had a girlfriend. But everything I want in life will eventually be mine. "So, I slandered his girlfriend and pretended to be aggrieved just so my fiance's heart would go out to me. As time went on, his love for his girlfriend faded away. "In the end, all I have to do is lift a finger, and the girlfriend got her limbs crushed. After that, she got discarded like garbage." The Internet users post their replies of disbelief. There's no way someone will hurt their ex-girlfriend to this degree, after all. They all think that the original poster is being excessively dramatic. Someone even berates her for throwing a wrench into a relationship. Not only does she not feel ashamed, but she also finds it an extremely proud thing to have done. Even my assistant, Chiara Belmonte, tells me that this client seems like a nutjob and suggests that I decline this order. I don't say anything. Instead, I just tap "confirm". After all, what the poster said is the truth. The ex-girlfriend that she has described in her post is me.