Shining Lotus Bookstore Novels & Stories

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let hi

Family was meant to be sacred. Untouchable. Azriel was supposed to be my stepbrother. Instead, he became my ruin. I should have kept my distance. But whenever he’s near, my body recalls what he has done to it. His wolf lurks beneath the surface, and it’s drawing me in closer than I’ve ever dared to approach. He’s mine—not by name or claim, but in the way my blood ignites a fire within him. Each touch, every hushed growl leaves me trembling, yearning, and afraid. I know this isn’t safe. The heat between us could burn us both, yet I can’t stop leaning into it. Some rules were never meant to be broken. Some bonds were never meant to exist. And some desires… can’t be denied.

Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'lucky Freya.' After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led

24 years old Meredith Tate got dumped by her long-time boyfriend at her worst. To add to that, she got into a crisis with merciless billionaire, Miles Pierce. To pay for her carelessness, she must work for him without pay. However, she had an overwhelming debt to pay off and also fund the investigation of her missing brother. Little did the two know that their meeting was to bring answers to so many unanswered questions and also wipe the smirk off their exes's faces. Through thick and thin, both of them interdependently helped each other while slowly falling in love. It started with Meredith as Mile's assistant and Meredith claiming Miles to be her boyfriend. Sometimes, a fake romance

Noah King is back, and he’s not the boy Sienna remembers. Once her childhood crush, he’s now a ruthless billionaire with one purpose—revenge on the family that destroyed his. Sienna is caught in his crosshairs, haunted by the memory of who he used to be, even as she’s dealing with her own wounds. On her 19th birthday, her boyfriend shattered her by leaving—just because he thought she was poor. She swore never to love again. But Noah’s return stirs something she thought she’d buried. Beneath his fury, she senses the boy she once knew, and though she’s afraid of the man he’s become, the spark between them refuses to die. Now, as Noah’s dangerous game pulls her in, Sienna faces an impossible

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorat

Dying from wolfsbane, I came back six months into carrying his pup. I went straight to a witch, begged for a potion to slow down the pup's growth. Choked it down. Then every day, I padded my belly with rabbit fur and kept up the act. In my first life, Emily and I went into labor on the same day. She popped out a perfect silver-white pup. Me? A white wolf giving birth to some scrappy mutt. James—Alpha of Ebonfang Pack—looked me dead in the eye and swore I betrayed him. I begged him to test the pup's blood. He did. Results came back: father was from an enemy pack. He called me a traitor, said I slept with the enemy, cut the bond, and threw me out. Five years rogue gutted my wolf. Then

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in

I used to think my husband was the angel who saved me from the depths of hell. Five years ago, I would have died for my ex-fiance, Marco Lombardi, but his carelessness caused Mom's kidneys to fail. He ignored 99 of my calls, and with an empty bank account, I couldn't even afford the surgery to donate my kidney to her. Only later did I discover that during that time, he was having romantic getaways with my stepsister, Penny Rossi. When I hit rock bottom, mafia Don Leon Costa showed up. He got me the best doctors, handled everything when Mom died, and even proposed to me when I was a complete mess. In our five years of marriage, he has spoiled me rotten. I've almost forgotten how much Marc