Self-sabotaging Book Novels & Stories

Belcalis Voss sold herself to the Lycan King to save her sister. It was meant to be a simple arrangement. One contract. One year. A temporary sacrifice to keep the only family she had alive. Instead, she stepped into a world that had been waiting for her long before she was born. Ancient symbols begin appearing around the King's estate. Strangers watch from the shadows. Secrets buried for centuries start rising to the surface. And beneath the estate lies a hidden chamber containing a truth powerful enough to shake the foundations of the Lycan world. The deeper Belcalis is pulled into that truth, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the man at its center. Charles Devereux, the Lycan King, is feared by allies and enemies alike. Powerful, ruthless, and impossible to deceive, he has spent decades guarding secrets that could destroy kingdoms. Yet even he is unprepared for the mystery surrounding the woman who entered his life under a contract. Because Belcalis is not who she believes she is. Her bloodline carries an ancient legacy thought to be lost forever. A legacy powerful enough to change the balance of power among Lycans. A legacy powerful enough to kill for. As enemies close in and old conspiracies begin to unravel, Belcalis and the Lycan King find themselves bound together by forces neither of them fully understands. But some secrets were buried for a reason, and uncovering the truth may cost them everything. Including each other. A gripping slow-burn paranormal romance filled with ancient mysteries, hidden bloodlines, powerful bonds, political intrigue, deadly secrets, and a Lycan King who will burn the world down to protect the woman fate placed at his side.

On our tenth year anniversary, I'm making out with my husband, Don Raimondo Brocchi, in his office. Just as I'm about to secretly slip the pregnancy report into his hand as a surprise, his secretary, Anna Altamura, walks into the office. We're forced to stop our makeout session. Meanwhile, Anna shoots me a provocative look before she begins chatting with Raimondo in fluent Italese. "Don Brocchi, who do you like more in bed? Me or the Donna?" Raimondo lets out a soft chuckle. The vibrations of his voice makes my back crawl with numbness. "You, of course. After all, you're younger and tighter, amore. Meanwhile, Cassia is already 30 years old." Haughtily, Anna picks up a document before returning to her seat. What they don't know is that my Nonno hails from Sicaria. That means I understand each and every Italese word they just said. After forcing myself to calm down, I locate the invitation mailed from Anworth Institute that comes with a permanent position in my inbox. Then, I key in a short response to the person in charge. I agree to travel to the institution. Before my trip, I will make sure to terminate everything that belongs to me.

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

In a world where Lycans reign, Sasha, born an Omega, faces a destiny entwined with betrayal, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Shunned after her father’s betrayal, she becomes the focus of Blake, the oldest Lycan Alpha, who harbors a perilous connection with her.As Sasha grapples with her submissive nature and the manipulative plans of Blake, she is thrust into a tumultuous journey of self-discovery. Faced with choices that challenge her programmed obedience, Sasha navigates war, encounters fairy realms, vampires, and witches. The more she learns about Blake’s family, the more she yearns to escape the life she unknowingly chose.Defying her Alpha, pack, and the goddess who shaped her fate, Sasha discovers that her path leads to a profound understanding of choice and sacrifice. In a gripping tale of transformation and resilience, Sasha learns that sometimes the ultimate sacrifice is necessary for the happiness of those she loves. *** This book has a strong narcissistic ML and this behavior is not condoned in any way from myself as an author or as a whole in this book. This is intended for 18+ and is a fantasy book about dark creatures. ***

Liam is a runaway, who is trying to make a better life away from his abusive family, and has to continue to run

At my mother's funeral, I caught my husband passionately kissing a sales associate at the local department store. When I confronted him about it, he turned the tables and accused me of being paranoid and delusional. Later, I discovered she had been calling my husband "daddy" in their text messages. The betrayal left me emotionally numb, and I decided to step aside, giving them my blessing. What I did not expect was discovering that she was not just involved with my husband—she had been sleeping around with multiple men. When my husband finally learned the truth, he came crawling back to me with tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness. By then, I had already moved on with my life and wanted nothing to do with him.

After chasing my crush, Edward Lightwood, for ten years, he finally accepted me as his blood bound. But, the day we were taking our eternal vow, his first love, Beth, from the allied clan was murdered by a gang of vampire hunters. He blamed me for her loss and tormented me every day. Exposed me to the eternal sun, pierced me with wooden stakes just not enough to kill me and then locked me up in his basement. Exhausted and heartbroken, I grabbed the oak stake and stabbed my chest in front of him. I killed myself. But, I did not die. I was reborn to the day I had confessed my feelings to Edward. But, this time, I'll not repeat my mistake. I'll stay far away from him.

Emily Danvers is the portrait of perfection like any bride should be. Bound by blood but haunted by duty and desire. One reckless touch of ruin dares to challenge her world like a thief in the night. Sending her spiraling into a quest of lust and self discovery. Will Emily choose to shatter the chains of familiarity or be casted to the dark side forevermore in this intoxicating romance.

Vito lays down his rules: She belongs to him now. No escape. No other men. No defiance. But Ortensia isn’t one to submit so easily. She pushes him, taunts him, tempts him. And when she disobeys, he makes sure she learns her lesson… in ways that leave her breathless. Their nights are filled with heated battles, rough punishments, and forbidden touches. He swears he won’t fall for her tricks, won’t let her get under his skin. But every time she fights him, he only wants to break her more to hear her beg, to see her surrender… But in this twisted game of dominance and desire, who will truly end up owned?