Sinjin Drowning Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her fated mate. Claimed by his father. Claire White’s world shatters when the man destined to be her mate abandons her. Seeking escape, she drowns her sorrows in a bar—until a dark, magnetic stranger ignites a fire in her blood. Theo is intoxicating, dangerous… and her wolf reacts to him in a way it never did with her so-called mate. But fate isn’t done with her. When her father falls ill, Claire is left drowning in debt—and her ex, Adrian, cruelly offers to pay… if she becomes his mistress. Refusing means ruin, but surrendering means losing herself forever. Then comes her only lifeline—a high-stakes job working for the most powerful Alpha in the city. Theo. Her savior. Her boss. And Adrian’s father. Now, trapped between duty and desire, Claire must navigate a world of pack politics, forbidden lust, and deadly secrets. Theo is everything she shouldn’t want—older, dominant, and her ex-mate’s sire. But the pull between them is raw, primal, and impossible to deny. Will she risk everything for a love that could destroy them both?

She lost everything in a single breath, her mother, her home, her hope. Now, the only thing Olivia has left… is a fight for survival. Desperate and alone, 20-year-old Olivia is drowning in grief and debt, struggling to save her sick younger brother from the same illness that stole their mother. When a cruel twist of fate lands her at the mercy of the arrogant billionaire heir, Chris Blackwood, her world shatters further. Humiliated. Homeless. Hopeless. Until his brother shows up. Daniel Blackwood isn’t just rich, he’s her miracle. He saves her brother’s life. Offers her a job. A place to stay. A second chance. But falling for him? That was never part of the plan. Now Olivia is trapped in a mansion full of enemies, secrets, and twisted power plays. His fiancée wants her gone. His brother wants her ruined. And the billionaire patriarch just caught her in Daniel’s arms… She was only supposed to clean the floors. Not sweep a billionaire off his feet. But in a world that treats love like a transaction, will Olivia risk everything for a man she can never have?

"I don't do love. I do contracts." Billionaire Adrian Blackwell has everything money can buy—except the one thing his family's fortune demands: an heir. When his grandfather's will threatens to strip him of his empire unless he produces a child within a year, Adrian makes a calculated decision. No messy emotions, no gold-digging wives—just a simple business transaction with a surrogate. Elena Martinez is drowning in debt, working three jobs to save her father from deportation and pay for his cancer treatment. When a mysterious contract offers her half a million dollars to carry a stranger's baby, she knows it's her only chance to save her family. But their "simple" arrangement becomes dangerously complicated when Elena discovers she's not just carrying Adrian's child—she's carrying the key to a conspiracy that could destroy them both. And as passion ignites between them, they'll learn that some contracts can't contain the heart. In a world where money talks and love whispers, will they risk everything for a chance at something real?

Elin was supposed to marry the crown prince and become the queen. That's what her father the duke had always told her, and that's what everyone believed. That is until the day the crown prince mysteriously loses his life in a tragic event leaving Elin drowning in grief, anger, and guilt. Fingers point out at her in suspicion as the next in line for the throne. As the conflict between noble parties began she's thrown into a fight for succession with her cousin and childhood friend, Louis. That's when the king interfered, sending Elin to study with her cousin at the royal academy postponing the announcement of the next heir, and giving her the perfect chance to realize her goals. Taking that as her chance, Elin begins to orchestrate her plans to investigate who killed her fiance while looking for a way to let her cousin win the succession battle. If only they would let her step down from the throne. She didn't expect that Louis too had his own plans in all this madness. And that she would meet someone else who would make her reconsider her decision and shake the fragile balance she was standing on.

I’d just bonded with my mate, Alpha Damien, when he brought home an orphan to repay a “life debt.” From that day on, I came second to the girl, Lila. Always. Lila framed me, claiming I forced her to lose control of her wolf. For that, Damien locked me in the silver cells for three days and three nights. "The silver will teach you how to be a tolerant Luna!" Silver poisoning is torture. My wolf withered. I begged for mercy, drowning in agony. Lila just snuggled up to him, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Serena is your mate, after all. When she's in pain, you're in pain. It hurts me to see you suffer." Later, to make Lila happy, Damien publicly gave my seat on the Pack Council to her—a girl who knew nothing. This time, I said nothing. I just severed our mate bond. Days later, while he was writhing in the agony of our broken bond, he finally heard the news. I had joined the royal’s elite unit, The Talons. And I was never coming back. He shattered.

On the day of the Sacred Forest Rite, my Alpha father and Luna mother were mysteriously murdered. Soon after, my fiancé Jem abruptly broke off our engagement and held a bonding ceremony with his childhood friend, Sarah. While I was still drowning in grief, Jem's elder brother, Nom, came to me with a proposal. He swore he would uncover the truth and bring my parents' murderer to justice. So I married him—and brought what was left of my pack into his. Seven years passed. No killer was found. No justice delivered. Then today, I overheard a conversation between Nom and his Beta outside the study. I learned the truth. Someone had seen Sarah at the scene of my parents' deaths during the Sacred Forest Rite. However, Nom silenced that witness. He shut down the investigation, convinced Sarah was innocent—that her presence was nothing more than a coincidence. However, my mother died with Sarah's earring clenched in her hand. It was never justice. It was a cover-up. Seven years of marriage, built on a lie—his way of protecting the one truly responsible. This time, I will take vengeance into my own hands. Alone.

He demoted me. Humiliated me. Made my life a living hell. And now, he's claimed me as his. When ruthless billionaire Nathan Bryant bought the company I worked for, I became his favorite target. One day I had a promotion waiting—the next, I was nothing but a data entry clerk beneath his cold, piercing gaze. I should have quit. I should have run away and never looked back. But I couldn't afford to. So I stayed, enduring his cruelty, surviving his games... until the night everything changed. The night he saved me. The night he kissed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. Now I'm trapped between his arms and his secrets, drowning in a love I never saw coming. There was just one tiny problem: He's the stepbrother of my best friend—the girl who was betrayed by his family. Loving him means losing her forever. And when the war for control turns deadly, I'm caught in the crossfire. But will our love be enough to survive the wreckage? Or will we both burn in the flames of forbidden desire?

Ayana Rivers had spent the last three years working as the secretary to the CEO and cofounder of Sterling conglomerate the most powerful tech force in Los Angeles. Working schedules, running after and clearing Ruan’s public messes was not new to her but what Ayana doesn’t know is that Ruan Sterling’s life doesn’t end in boardrooms, fancy newsletters and red carpets. By day he is the CEO of Sterling Conglomerate. By night he is an Alpha, one bound by ancient pack laws that threatens to strip his entire lineage and him of the throne and alpha title if he does not take a wife. When Ayana’s family is drowning in debt and every door closes on her, Ruan offers Ayana instead of help, a marriage, Ruan has no interest in Ayana beyond the contract. She is human, harmless, ordinary, and perfect for protecting his secret. A wife on paper. Nothing more. When Ruan’s dark world creeps into Ayana’s carefully controlled life. Desires beyond control and heat amidst silence grow between them. Except secrets have a way of unraveling especially when she discovers that the man she married is not the most dangerous secret in the house. She is.

Grandma lay bedridden, her dementia taking hold as she repeated Scarlett Hayes's name over and over. Tears streamed down my face as I dialed my wife's number. When she picked up, Scarlett sounded irritated. She said she was working late tonight and would call me back when she was free. I could clearly hear the sound of a man's laughter in the background. The moment I hung up, Grandma gasped sharply. She called out my wife's name. It was her last breath. While I sat drowning in grief, Scarlett's male best friend Chase Morrison posted a video update, geotagged at a couples' hotel. In the video, their fingers were laced together. The woman's arm bore a distinctive black mole I recognized instantly. The caption read: "When two hearts become one, why care what anyone else thinks?" In that moment, my heart turned to ash. I gritted my teeth and left a comment. "Let's file for divorce tomorrow. Then you two can be together openly and legally. You'll even save on the hotel fees. Win-win, right?"

Olivia’s POV The moment Armando left, the dam broke. I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James. I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all. I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try. Armando’s POV Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette. The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old. But tonight, I wept. For her. For me. For everything we could never be.