Shapeshifting Clothes Novels & Stories

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your birthday. You can go there anytime." I politely decline, and he lets out a sigh. "After all these years, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. Don't hate me." I smile but say nothing. There needs to be love for there to be hate. But now, he is just a stranger to me.

"Sign it, Elara. You were never more than a debt to be paid." For three years, Elara Vance was the Silver Crest Pack’s best-kept secret. As the "Shadow Luna," she lived in the corners of Alpha Silas’s mansion, loving him in a silence that was never returned. No ceremony, no pack bond, just a legal contract and the cold comfort of his bed. When Silas’s childhood sweetheart returns, Elara is discarded like a broken toy. Forced to sign a silent divorce and banished from the only home she’s ever known, she leaves with nothing but the clothes on her back and a secret that could destroy the pack: she is carrying Silas’s heir. Five years later, Elara is no longer the timid girl who flinched at shadows. She has a new life and a son to protect. But when her son’s life depends on an Alpha’s blood, she is forced to return to the world that broke her. But this time, she isn't seeking Silas’s help. She’s seeking sanctuary with the man Silas fears most: The Enemy Alpha. Will Silas realize the value of the "Shadow" he lost, or will Elara find a new throne in the arms of his greatest rival?

One night, under the full and bright moon Bryco's body suddenly itched. He couldn't help but moan because of the pain he was feeling. He could not breathe and forced his body to constrict. He could feel how his clothes were torn until he fell to his knees and completely changed his appearance; he became a wolf in the middle of the road. He thought no one had witnessed that happening. As he changed his appearance, a student at the school he owned looked at him with trepidation. This woman is Jelca Stewart. He saw how the woman's lips trembled and how her shoulders shook with nervousness and fear. He stepped closer to the woman. But because of the woman's fear, she ran away. He followed the woman, but he could no longer see her. After that night his eyes struggled to find the woman who had witnessed how he had changed. He wanted to see the woman's skin's smoothness again; look at her red lips; see the eyes full of fear as she stared at him. He wanted to claim the woman, but he doesn't know how and when.

I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.

My best friend and I had been abducted by the Pendragon brothers—a duo consisting of a religious CEO and a top-billed movie star. We became their secret lovers against our will. "I'm pregnant, Lilith," my best friend said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Me too, Lindsay," I replied softly, caressing my belly. "But I won't go through with it." The brothers heard us. Their control tightened. They watched us during mealtimes, while we slept, and even during our bathroom breaks. We could not endure it any longer, so we fought back. In their anger, the brothers kept mistresses who resembled us. We thought we were free until one day, they found us. They called us homewreckers and hurled insults at us. They broke into our house, scarred our faces, broke our legs, and kicked us until we miscarried. It did not matter how much we tried to explain ourselves. They removed our clothes and paraded us in the street. Finally, the Pendragons arrived. They raised their marriage certificates and declared, "Lilith and Lindsay are our wives!"

Alpha Kieran personally invited me to serve as Beta of Silvercrest Pack. But on my second day in the territory, my neighbor Gloria dragged her disheveled daughter Daisy to the center of the training grounds and dropped to her knees, accusing my son Koda of sexually assaulting her barely-eighteen-year-old daughter. Daisy stripped off her clothes in front of everyone, revealing horrifying bruises and claw marks. Gloria had even paid top dollar for a witch to perform a memory trace spell. Daisy sobbed until she nearly passed out. "Koda said if I didn't do as I was told, he'd bite me to death..." The entire pack was in an uproar. Everyone was screaming for blood. "Alpha, why should someone like her be our Beta?" "Vera can't even control her own son — how is she supposed to lead this pack?" They even demanded that Alpha have Koda seized and executed on the spot. I wasn't the least bit worried. Because when they finally brought Koda to the training grounds and everyone got a good look at him — Every single person there, including Gloria's family, froze. I nearly burst out laughing. …

🖤 DARK MAFIA ROMANCE 🖤 ' 𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨' 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 I am king of this ruthless mafia world . I can have whatever I want no matter what it cost . There is nothing like emotion , care or feeling in my world if anything matter is only Power that I have I kill people with no remorse. Everyone fear from me cause I am heartless , ruthless monster . 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 There is nothing I know about this world why ? Because I am living a.k.a locked in a room from past 12 years alone . They come give food and clothes then again I am alone . This room is my world but I want to be out . I want to be able to see the outside world but I know this can't happen . ♧♧♧ He is devil . he is ruthless mobster with no emotion. he is leader of America's most feared mafia. And if he want something he can do anything to make it his . what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decides to keep her. He is a devil with a stone heart. All he saw in that little girl was a toy that he can play with whenever he wants. But Destiny have some other plans What? Read to know........ ' 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.'

The student I once sponsored, Lillian Pegg, jacked my identity, slapped on the "rich heiress" title, and started tossing out houses and cars like she was some fairy godmother for "underprivileged" students. Her big mission? Making sure everyone had a roof over their head. My in-laws? Wrapped around her finger. They swore up and down she'd saved their lives. Even Liam—my son with my late husband—acted like she was the only mom he'd ever had. Meanwhile, I was puking blood from ulcers, and everyone treated it like a bad improv act. Liam bought every word out of her mouth. Thought she and my husband were some kind of twin-flame couple and labeled me the evil baby snatcher. Fast-forward: I got locked in a bedroom and left to bleed out. Then I woke up. It was the exact day Lillian was playing Santa Claus. The crowd around her practically worshipped her. "You're the kindest boss in the world! You care about our food, clothes, housing, everything. We'll support you and your company forever!" Yeah, not on my watch. I shut down all her privileges right then and there. This time? Lillian and that backstabbing son of mine were gonna eat regret for the rest of their lives.

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients. I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer." "Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?" I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me. Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes. Just then, the comments appear again. "Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!" I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me. Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech. I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"