She Ra Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Moon has ruled the werewolves for centuries—granting power, choosing Alphas, crowning Lunas, and demanding obedience. Nyxara was never meant to exist. Born without a howl, without a lunar mark, and without the Moon’s blessing, she should have been weak. Instead, the Moon grows dim whenever she draws near. Rituals collapse. Alphas lose control. Wolves feel hunger where faith once lived. Hidden by the Moonscar Pack and condemned by ancient law, Nyxara is whispered about as a coming disaster—until Kaelion, a Moon-bound Alpha raised to serve prophecy, crosses her path. His authority falters in her presence. His bond to the Moon fractures. And for the first time in werewolf history, the Moon does not answer its chosen Alpha. As the night sky begins to darken and packs turn on one another, forbidden truths rise from buried myths: the Moon Goddess is dying, and Nyxara is not a curse sent to destroy them. She is the vessel meant to replace her. To survive, the werewolves must choose between clinging to a fading god… or kneeling before the woman who was born to end an age.

"She was everyone's dream girl. Until they made her disappear." Every elite man in the city wanted Luna Quinn. But only one had her heart—Ethan Caldwell, the cold, untouchable heir to one of the most powerful families in the country. Then Stella Vane happened. One drugged night. One stolen moment. One pregnancy Luna was forced to end before she could fight back. The Caldwell family made her an offer she couldn't refuse: disappear quietly, or watch her family's empire crumble. She took the deal. She left the country. She swore she'd never cry over Ethan Caldwell again. That was four years ago. Now Luna Quinn is back, and she's done being quiet. Stella Vane spent four years stepping into Luna's life, her friendships, her spotlight, the man who should have been Luna's husband. She got all of it. But things have changed. The girl who left in tears came back with receipts, connections, and zero patience for women who drug their way to the altar. They took her life. She's come back to take theirs. A fiery revenge game with endless love triangles—who will win Luna’s cold heart?

In the city of New York, Darltech has become a global brand known by many nations with its headquarters in New York. Duncan built the company under his sweat and leaves it on to his daughter, his only flesh and blood. On the death of her husband, she realizes she’s alone in the cold world. Her mother not being literate in the business world, increased the pressure for her takeover. Kesa Duncan is the heir to Darltech, one of the largest business enterprises in New York. Her father is gone and she steps in to take charge of the company. Her two kids, Debbie and Tyler need to be taken care of properly. They miss the warmth of having a father. With running a multi billion dollar company and two overactive children, she will need all the help she can get. Mason Greenwood is a divorcee with many bills piled up for him, so he needs a job. His ex wife Tania, left him high and dry. When the opportunity calls for him to fill in for another person who rejected the job, he rushes for it.. Kesa is a hard nut to crack and a determined young woman. Ignoring her horror, he instills a sizzling seduction at their first encounter, taking all choices—leaving her stunned and wanting more. Mason has shown her how to embrace her feminine side. She finds that it doesn't limit her—it expands her perspective. She is respected by all her employees. She likes who she sees standing before her The pair begin with fighting the mutual attraction.They seek help and solace amongst themselves. Will their past let them move on to the future or will they be dragged along to pay for their mistakes?

6 days is all she needs ... Zuri takes a vacation to America but three men: Passion, Lust, and Desire reroute everything for her. She is in bliss out living the American dream but sometimes meeting a stranger isn't always in your best interest

Loree Koester got hurt over and over by her dream guy—Harvey Geake—while I dragged her up from nothing to a damn fortune. Ten years later, she stood at my proposal, eyes full of tears, and said yes. Then she ditched our wedding ninety-eight times. Every time, same excuse—Harvey threatening to kill himself. On the ninety-ninth, she didn't even hesitate. Left our friends, our family—hell, left her ring on the floor. "Rowan, just wait a little longer. Two hours. I'll deal with Harvey and come right back." I'd already waited ten years. I wasn't waiting two more hours.

Edwin, loving and loyal husband is stuck with a prostitute in a cheap hotel room. Rosie's eyes prick and her heart is slaughtered when Edwin addresses her ""Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you?" Rosie had trie dher best to woo him and to give hime the best of his nights, her only incentive being the cash that she could take home with her, but this guy was different. Edwin loved his wife Stella too much to even cheat on her in his dreams. After all Stella was his first love. But there was a lot of trouble in paradise. As fate could have it, Rosie and Edwin bumped into each other a lot of times and Rosie could not help but fall in love with a thorough gentleman, if life could be any less cruel for her love was a forbidden fruit. The home wrecker here works a reverse way out making her customer fall for his wife all over again. Join the journey to see how the home breaker turns into a home mender. Will there be another Love-Triangle? Whose heart is about to break Edwin, Rosie or Stella? Will there be pain , suffering or happy ending? Stay tuned to learn more

News of a wedding in Nordica's top power family lit up the world. But at the rehearsal, I caught my fiancée, Ivette Bianchi, making out with her childhood sweetheart, Jerick Weiner. "Babe, we've been in love forever. Let me use your first-time blood as pigment for my art?" Ivette blushed, hesitated— Jerick didn't wait. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her. "My best piece needs that color," he whispered. "I want this painting to end our youth." I watched them twisted together, ice-cold. Dropped the ring. It clattered across the floor. "Go through with the ceremony," I said. "Or your family goes broke." She stiffened, shoved Jerick off, and spat, "Fine." Then she turned right back, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside. "It's just a bachelorette party. I won't miss the rehearsal." The door slammed. I didn't react. I was done. I made the call. "Change the bride. And yeah—the Bianchis crossed the line first. I want them erased."

Mara Voss, 28, had everything mapped out: a brilliant career in Manhattan, a boyfriend on the verge of proposing, and a best friend who grounded her. In a single night, all three pillars of her life collapse at once — and at the hands of each other. Betrayed by the people she loved most, Mara must rebuild herself in the very city that witnessed her fall, without running, without giving up. And then Caleb Shaw appears — the wrong man at exactly the right moment.

“Part your legs for me, Beth. Yes, like that. All nice and slow like a good girl.” * * * When Beth’s boyfriend of five years cheats on her, she decides she’s done being a good girl. Donned in her best party dress, she stops at a fancy club with the intention of partying and drowning herself in the best liquor they have to offer. Her plans seem to be going well until someone notices the beauty on the dance floor. A hot, handsome stranger with the most flirtatious smile she has ever seen. The two get talking, and he makes the most outlandish offer: one night in his bed. What better way to forget a cheating ex other than to let a stranger flush his memories out of her system? So, she says yes to the best night of her life. But what happens when this hot stranger demands more than a night stand with her? What will she do when another handsome man approaches her with the craziest story about werewolves?

I broke up with my boyfriend the year he was at his poorest. A year later, he was famous, and he married a prettier, livelier girl than me. On a late-night show, a host asked him whether a grand slam of awards this early in his career left any regrets. He pulled Mia closer. "I want to know how she's been. Since she left me." The host paused. "She's been... not well at all." Adrian finally smiled. "Then I can stop thinking about her." "But Ms. Whitman left behind a box of tapes before she died." Adrian's smile locked into place. On the tapes were every day and every night of my life, from the day I walked away from him to the day I stopped breathing.