She Was Mine Novels & Stories

In my last life, my sister and I got adopted into two very different worlds. My mom? The "cool" type. Let me perm my hair in elementary school, signed off on a nose job in middle school, and shoved me toward one of Northport's richest heirs right after college. Ella's mom? Hardcore strict. Pulled her out of a fling with some delinquent and married her off to a quiet professor with a just-decent paycheck. Ella hated it. Wanted my life so bad. So when I ended up in the hospital pregnant, she used her shiny doctor title to kill me—and my baby. Then boom—I woke up, and we were back to adoption day. This time, she dove for the mom she thought handed me the dream. What she didn't know? That "cool mom" she worshipped was straight-up a monster.

As a single mother, from her first mate, Talia has been doing everything to protect her pup from the experience that she had as a pup herself. She has been mated five more times since her first. She works for her brother as an assassin tracking down the people who took her and others like them. She then realizes she is mated again for the sixth time. What will happen to Talia and her pup? Will she accept the bond, or reject it? What will happen to her pup if she accepts her sixth mate? Will she be able to keep her job as her brother’s assassin? Or will she have to face her worse fears and become a stay at home mother for a mate who has to rule? More importantly, who is the traitor of the Everest pack and why are they so keen on killing Talia and her pup? Find out in this new adventure of werewolf story.

“Liam, I—” but she couldn't complete it. His brows furrowed.“And to think I was going to build a life with you Abigail. You cheated on me with my father!”  “Tell me, Abigail. Are you doing this just because he's the alpha of the most powerful pack?” He asked. “I said I'm sorry!” Abigail's eyes were glossy. 

I made a deal with Sonia Quindt—the billionaire CEO. After I'd proposed to her ninety-nine freaking times, she swore she'd finally show up for the hundredth. Spoiler: she didn't. She was out there at some concert with her boy toy. And, of course, someone caught them on livestream. Big kiss. Big viral moment. Meanwhile, my face was plastered all over the internet too—lonely guy number one, waiting for a bride who never existed. Everyone online started making bets. Who was the mystery woman? How long until I came crawling back for the hundred-and-first proposal? Sonia, apparently struck by some last-minute guilt, promised she'd make it right next time. Said she'd actually show up. And she did. Wedding dress. Perfect makeup. Cameras ready. She got a text from me: [Sonia, there won't be a hundred-and-first proposal. We're done.]

Surrounded by handsome billionaires, Chyna bet her heart on Lenox but ended up with an unusual deal with Gian—the billionaire owner of Styx Limited. But she made the mistake of breaking the sacred rules that neither of them should fall in love. Haunted by the past, Chyna decides to go back to Costa Galaxia, the place where she met Gian. It’s been years since Chyna was left broken. But she is ready to face her heartbreaker now and show him that she’s over him. Armed with her list of "ways of moving on," she goes on a long vacation in Costa Galaxia. Wrong move. Because the moment she sees Gian again, she ends up rekindling the flame she’s had for him for years. And worse, the feeling seems mutual. And worse still, the hot CEO is in a serious relationship with another woman.

“Damn it, Viola! Do you even hear yourself? You’re miserable, and you’re pretending it’s normal!” Logan says, clenching his fists beside him. I drag in a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do, Logan? Just leave my marriage?” “Yes!” I freeze. He steps closer. “Leave. And let me love you the way you deserve.” *** She thought heartbreak was the worst thing he could do to her. Then he came back. Three years ago, Logan Reynolds chose ambition over love, leaving Viola McCoy behind—and breaking her heart in the process. Determined to move on, she made a choice—one that led her into the arms of Julian Cruz, a man who vowed to love her but only saw her as a means to an end. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, Viola endures the whispers, the neglect, and the bruises she hides beneath designer sleeves. But when Logan returns as the new CEO of Reynolds Publishing—her boss—Viola’s carefully constructed world begins to crack. He sees through her forced smiles and polite lies. He soon realizes the woman he left behind is still fighting to be heard. Logan is determined to save her. Viola? She’s certain she can’t be saved. But in the middle of stolen glances, midnight confessions, and the words they can’t say out loud, one question remains: Can love be rewritten, or are some stories doomed to end the same way twice?

BLURB: What would you do after your boyfriend disappeared without trace for six months and you've finally concluded that he's dead after searching everywhere including the morgue. While still mourning your boyfriend's death your father forced you into an arranged marriage, now the man turns out to be your missing boyfriend but with another name and now he's richer, cruel, powerful and totally different. This is the story of Adele Harris whose boyfriend Killian, suddenly came back a different man after being missing for months. All he does now is make her suffer for reasons best known to him. Why did Killian go missing and come back as a different person? What is the reason behind his disappearance? To what extent will Killian go to see Adele suffer? And what is the deal between Killian and Adele's father? How long will Adele endure Killian's punishment in their marriage?

Note: This isn't incest. *** "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

My girlfriend had one of those guy friends she insisted was basically family. On a group hike, he knew I had diabetes and couldn't eat anything high in sugar, but he still coaxed me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, and my blood sugar spiked almost instantly. When I pulled out my insulin to inject, panic shot through me. My medication had been switched out for saline. I collapsed to the ground, shaking and retching. The fake nice-guy just looked down at me with a smug twist of his mouth. "Seriously, man? You're being dramatic. It's just a little sugar. Good thing I told Selene to swap your meds, or we'd never know how far you'd go to fake it. With a body this weak, how are you supposed to protect Selene?" I turned to my girlfriend, my breathing already turning shallow. "Selene, give me my insulin. If I don't inject it right now, I'm going to die." She frowned as if I were the one being unreasonable. "You're overacting. I've never heard of someone dying from a bit of sugar. Adrian's right. You're always looking for attention. Everyone finally got together today, and you're here ruining it." I felt everything inside me go cold. I didn't even bother arguing anymore. I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and rasped, "Mom, your son's about to get bullied to death. Are you going to step in or not?"

"Wider, Millie. Yes, that's it." I lay weakly on the examination table, my hands unconsciously gripping the sheets. The voice behind me was low and restrained, but it made my ears burn. This examination position was too embarrassing. My buttocks were forced to arch high like some kind of submissive gesture. "Doctor, I can't open any wider..." I bit my lower lip, my voice trembling deliberately. I could see my reflection in the metal bars of the examination table. My messy hair stuck to my flushed cheeks as my eyes shone with a watery, dreamy glow.