Shipped Couples Novels & Stories

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

On my wedding anniversary, my three-year-old son gave me an alpaca as a gift. I turned right around and shipped it off to the circus, where I found it a strapping alpaca husband. All because I'd been reborn. In my last life, that alpaca was sweet and gentle with everyone—except me. Every single day, it spat on me. Determined not to disappoint my son, I tried everything to win it over, but nothing worked. My mind unraveled. I stopped sleeping. I started hearing things that weren't there, and every night I dreamed of that alpaca chasing me down to spit in my face. My husband called me vicious. My son called me petty. And the two of them only grew closer to that alpaca by the day. Worn down and broken, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and ended it. Floating above my own body after death, I watched in shock as it stood back up on its own. My son ran sobbing into "my" arms. "Mom, you're finally not an alpaca anymore!" My husband smiled and pulled them both into an embrace. "Nadia, you've been through so much. If it weren't for needing a healthy body to move your soul into, you'd never have had to suffer inside that alpaca for two years." That was when I finally understood. That alpaca had been Nadia Salem all along—the sickly impostor who'd stolen my identity for over twenty years.

On Couples' Day, I received a last-minute urgent request from a client to help feed her dog at her residence. The client's home is located in the same residential area as Zachary Yandon's and my marital home. Even the passcode to her home is very similar to ours, with the last four digits being Zachary's birthday. When I open the door, it feels as though I've walked into my own home. The furnishings in my client's home are surprisingly the same as the furnishings in my own home. Even the Itorian men's loafers placed at the doorway are the exact same pair as I bought for Zachary last month. I stand at the doorway hesitantly without entering the home. It's then that a golden retriever dashes out of one of the rooms and runs into my arms. The force is so strong that I stumble backward, hitting my back on the door. I know I'm not imagining things at all. It turns out the client's dog is Bingo, my furbaby who went missing three years ago!

A confident, tenacious luna (Monica), on a quest to avenge the death of her parents. Seeing the man responsible for the death of her parents a few years ago caused her grief. Avenging her parents and killing Williams; the billionaire werewolf was all she cared about. Falling in love was not part of the plan for Monica, her plans were to make Williams pay for the death of her parents years ago, that was all she cared about. But meeting the man in person gave her a change of heart. The spark of emotions between these two strong werewolves only exists for a short while. Good things they say don't last . “I am sorry, I hoped I listened to you when you said the pictures were all fake”. Words of billionaire werewolf (Williams) after standing right in front of his long lost mate and a mini-Williams. The secrecy and drifts were just too much for the couples to handle . But after sorting for the child in the picture for so long Williams is willing to try again. Only if Monica is ready to divorce the man she calls her husband.

Avaline Cross was an unlucky werewolf. Lost her parents in a battle where they had bravely saved the sons of the Alpha King, Dion and Alistar, Avaline was sent to work as a slave in the Alpha house as a condition for living with them instead of being shipped to foster institutions. Years passed as Avaline developed a crush on both boys, Dion and Alistar and followed them everywhere,trying her best to impress them despite being a maid. Only for the brothers to treat her worse than a servant and shower all their attention on Solaya leaving Avaline aggrieved. Avaline and Solaya never saw eye to eye and on her 18th birthday, Avaline found out that she was mates to both Dion and Alistar but the brothers didn't take it well. They kept treating her poorly and Avaline was holding on to the moment when they would realize their errors and choose her like how it goes in the romance books she reads. Solaya was unlucky, she was sold out to marry Lycan King Zirael, a heartless man that was feared by all supernatural and hated werewolves. The brothers tried to switch the brides and give Avaline to Zirael instead but it wasn't possible. Avaline was burned alive by her two mates, Dion and Alistar after she was framed for attempting to kill Solaya, their reason for love. Dying on the stake, her last memories were seeing Aida try to pull her off from the fire while the rest kept jeering and laughing Aida was five and the only one who cared about her. Avaline made a wish, if she had a second chance, she would never waste it on those useless Alphas, and would choose to be a sacrifice for Lycan Alpha Zirael of the Hidden Haven.

"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done. "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd.  She knew why, but she didn't care. Melvina wasn't her Luna. *** *Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only existed in comic books and novellas. She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?

She doesn't remember getting married. Why? Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy? Who knows? Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated! All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out. Contractual terms: 1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you. 2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy. 3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply. 4. Sex is optional. 5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce. PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money. If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too. Because THIS isn't fair!

Being the granddaughter and only blood relative of one of the most powerful Alphas alive should've made Samara the princess of her pack if not heir to the Alpha throne — adored, protected, and living the dream every female werewolf craves. But that wasn't the case with Samara. Why? Well because she's the product of two bloodlines that should never have crossed paths, an abomination — a curse in wolf form. And this led to her being shipped off to a distant pack at a very young age, where she grew up as nothing more than a slave and lowly omega, a punching bag for those who thought she didn't belong, because she doesn't. Just when she thought life couldn't get any worse, she discovers her grandfather's cruel plan to marry her off to strengthen alliances. Desperate for freedom, Samara runs away, guided only by her wolf and the hope of a new beginning. But fate is never kind to the cursed. Her escape leads her straight into the territory of her mate — a cold, ruthless Alpha who would rather spill her blood than claim her. And to make things worse, she isn't just fighting for her life… she's fighting for his heart against the Beta who already owns it. What do you think will happen when Lucian, her mate, discovers the deadly and powerful secret of her bloodline? And what about when she meets George — Lucian's rival and sworn enemy — and realizes how wildly her heart beats for him, how intensely her body craves him? Who do you think she'll end up with… that is, if she gets a happily ever after?

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.