She's Not Afraid Novels & Stories

I'm a surgeon who loses everything in one night. My hand. My baby. My name. I call the one man who always told me I was worth more, and I mean it this time. I disappear. I come back rebuilt, unrecognizable, and I do not rush. I took my time. And when I am finally done, every single person who destroyed me will be destroyed.

"The marriage certificate's fake..." The clerk in the County Clerk's Office shot Serena a sympathetic look. "Vincent Schit legally married Maggie Cheape. Two weeks ago." Serena didn't even blink. Of course the guy she'd spent six years loving married his ex behind her back. "Thanks."

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 2 Six months after the battle with Torrents army, Caledons Security Unit decided to open a training camp for young adults from all the Alliance packs. Sarah Reynolds: I live in Black Lake. A tiny town that sits on the southern border of Falcon Ridge. After the Dragons attacked, my parents became worried they would attack again so they signed us up for the Caledon Boot Camp. I'm what you consider a problem child. I tend to get into trouble a lot. I don't want to go to this stupid camp and I'll make them wish they never laid eyes on me. Jayson Duke: I joined the Unit four years ago. I worked hard to get to where I am. Operations Leader was my dream job. That is until they gave it to River Blake. Now I'm told I have to go to Caledon to train their recruits. These aren't soldiers, they're kids. I don't train kids. I'm already angry that I have to be here, but it's made worse when I find out the Terror of Black Lake is here. Here to make my job hell. She's been all kinds of trouble for my pack in Black Lake and I'll be damned if she thinks she can make trouble for me here.

WARNING: Extremely Mature Content Ahead. It was supposed to be a one time thing, Melissa never planned to be passed around from one man's bed to another to help her husband's career. She did it for love, what she never expected was to be humiliated and tossed away for it. Five years later, she returns to New York, a wealthy heiress with a plan to destroy her cheating ex husband. But fate throws a wrench in her plans with the appearance of Logan Fitzgerald, a man who would do anything to have her. Can the heiress' icy heart be thawed? Or will she destroy her chances at a second love in the course of her revenge? This story contains explicit sex scenes! Note: After Melissa’s story, the next 20 chapters are a collection of erotica stories, EXTREMELY EROTICA!! Not advised for readers under 18! ENJOY!!!

After receiving devastating news Rachel has 200K and needs to decide how to move forward with her life. With the bit of money on her side at least she knew that her one option wouldn’t have to be marrying out of need, or so she thought. But will she marry her ex’s best friend?

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!" And I died. I remember where it was. It was a freezing operating theater.

My father-in-law tossed a credit card across the table and looked down at me, demanding that I divorce his daughter. In my past life, I had refused with everything I had. But this time, I picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without a second thought. Because right then, I remembered what had happened last time. In that life, I found my wife after she had lost her memory. To support her, I worked myself to the bone, delivering 200 food orders a day. But when her memories came back, she realized she was actually the daughter of the wealthy Harretts. She saw our marriage as a stain on her perfect life. To get rid of me, she pretended to have amnesia again. She said, "Since you saved me once, I'll give you some money. But after this, don't ever show up in front of me again." I refused. I stayed by her side, enduring her insults and beatings. But in the end, she ordered our son to set the fire that killed me, just so she could marry her first love. Now that I had been given another chance, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Annie read the contract file, again and again, to see every clause of it so that she doesn't regret anything later. Her eyes widened as she saw a particular clause and she grabbed the file and entered the cabin swiftly. "Smart, isn't it?" Annie asked with a small smile as Sandy turned to her side. "Why don't you add some more conditions in this contract from my side too?" She dared to ask him but Sandy didn't show his surprised look as he just nods to let her proceed. "It stated that I can't leave the job. Why don't you add that you too can't fire me without any reason?" She asked showing that she won't ever leave the job even if she had to go through hell. Sandy smiled realising how fun it would be to play with her. "Anything else?" Sandy asked without breaking his stares toward her. "I don't know why you want me to work under you. But the only thing matters to me is the salary package" she replied with a wide grin making him more curious about the girl in front of him. "Welcome to hell, Cinderella" he spoke handling the appointment letter. "I am not Cinderella" she snapped at him immediately. Why is so hard for him to call her Annie? Shoes can be a cupid to normal Cinderella tales. But here, it's not normal love story neither is she is Cinderella. She looks as innocent as Cinderella. She looks as beautiful as Fairy. But that is the problem. In reality, she is something whom no one can ever think to mess with. Sandy captured her to give her hell of time. But is it really him who have captured her or there is something more to her?

I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years. The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else. The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again." The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic. When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing. At the hospital, my foster brother stood beside my bed with a sinister smile. "So you actually managed to survive. But that's fine. I have plenty of ways to kill you and make sure you never make it home." After saying that, he smashed the bowl of porridge onto the floor, then deliberately fell onto the shattered glass as he cried out loudly, "Bobby, if you hate me that much, I'll leave! Please, just let me go!" My mother and Casey happened to walk in at that exact moment. Casey immediately rushed over to help Roger up. My mother, meanwhile, slapped me hard across the face. "You'll never change, huh? If Roger's hand is ruined because of you and he can't play the piano anymore, I'd rather see you dead in this hospital bed." Obediently, I walked toward the window and jumped. The harsh, sharp-tongued woman who had always been my mother—and Casey as well—went completely pale with fear. I happened to crash onto my father's car. Trembling, he threw open the door and shouted for the medical staff. My consciousness gradually faded. Then, a system suddenly appeared and said, "Congratulations, Host. You have completed ninety-nine tragic storylines. Finish this final one, and you will be able to return to your original world and revive your younger sister."