Solangelo Wattpad Novels & Stories

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Her hatred for him suppressed that damn fear. “Well, I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world,” Solana said, glancing quickly at the steward who appeared by her side with a fresh tray of Moscato. He held it out. “One less year for you to remain on this earth. Thrilling enough for me to drink to that, don't you think?”

I need my stupid big brother to give me advice right now. “So, you are telling me, we work for werewolves, werewolves have the ability to find their soulmates, and you are the soulmate of the owner of the hotel, Ted Sol?” Solen asks summing up what I have been telling him on the phone. “So, Ted Sol wants you to live with him as his wife in a mansion, showering you with love and gifts. Taking care of your daughter as his own and you want to say 'no'?” “He wants to have sex with me,” I tell him annoyed.

For old times, if nothing else. Love, Solana. I snorted, wrinkling the corner and putting it down on my desk. “This is a joke, right? Solana, begging for help? After Silicon Valley? She is dramatic as all get-out but this smacks of little more than attention-seeking.” Jonathan shook his head, resting against the bookshelf, the drink swishing gently in his glass.

Laya sighed. ‘Now we have to get rid of this man. Daniel would never forgive me if someone found out.’ “Magnolia?” the man whispered. He slowly blinked his eyes at her as if his brain had stopped working. His eyes travel back to hers, and his lips trembled into a smile. “Magnolia,” he repeated. “Magnolia De Solange.” Magnolia’s flame died instantly as she took a step away from the man. “How do you—” Laya tightened her grip around his throat, just in case he tried something.

The moon bathes us in silver, the well’s waters shimmering with approval. At dawn, I find the twins in the library, the Solara Chronicles open between them. “Can’t sleep either?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. Silas looks up, his eyes heavy. “The book says Solara wolves can talk to the stars. Do you think I’ll learn how?” I sit beside him, tracing the ancient text. “Maybe. But you don’t have to be Solara right now. Just be my son.” Selene curls into my lap, her voice drowsy. “We’ll always be your babies, Mommy. Even when we’re kings and queens.”

I want to thank everyone who has read my story. It means the world to me, for you follow along with me to the end. If you think this story is ending, I’m here to say that it isn’t. Throughout the book, I have put in the author’s notes that the second companion book in this series is already out, which is “My Mate Outside Sun Moon Pack”. It is also finished and has been marked complete. The second book focuses on Theo, Wyatt’s cousin and the Dean of a university, and Tyler.

Sol woke up with a sweat. It has been a week. Ever since she saw the moon princess on a trip to the market, the throbbing headache and the scary dreams won't go away. He stood up from his bed and went to the only window on his attic room with just a mattress on the floor and a chair and a table that will lose one of its legs sooner or later due to termites. He is the oldest kid in this orphanage so he got to have a room, in exchange with helping around the facility , it is free accommodation and food. He also works as a newspaper boy circling around their tech-filled city where no one really reads newspapers anymore but still prints news everyday. A small change to earn, adding coins to his

Matteo stood and stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a finality that made the night feel like it cracked in half. I carried Solana into the light. And for a heartbeat, both my daughters stared at one another. One wide-eyed with wonder. The other barely breathing in my arms. “Who’s that?” Sofia asked, voice small. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Her name is Solana.” Sofia tilted her head. “She looks cold.” I knelt beside her. “Would you help me keep her warm?” Sofia nodded, pulled her blanket open without hesitation.

Andre The water drips off me in steady rivulets as I cross the patio and step into the house, my bare feet leaving dark prints on the polished floor. I don’t bother drying off first. I barely feel the cold anymore. My mind is still caught on that sound, that unmistakable cry threaded through with the image of Maya’s smile and Sage’s face when she thinks no one is watching her. A baby. It makes no sense. No one here has a baby. No one is supposed to.