Stuck In A Room Novels & Stories

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.

A story told from both sides of the blade. Eleanore: My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer—Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King. Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty. They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience. I won’t scream. I won’t break. And I sure as hell won’t fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world. He expects a Luna. He’s getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest. Perseus: I killed her husband. She’ll remind me every day. I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn’t forgiven me. I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire. But I see it in her eyes—the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel. And it calls to something ancient inside me. She wants to bury a sword in my chest. Joke’s on her—I already gave her my heart.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

Amy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted. She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley. I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night. Seven years together. We both wished the other dead. The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down. She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist. "Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?" The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it. "Next life, don't come bother me again." Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage. In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her. That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back. This time, I let her go without a second thought. In this life, I set her free. From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.

When Josie is thrust into a living arrangement with her high school bully, things get out of hand in the most dangerously delicious way. Josie Lee is left homeless when her off-campus roommate changes her mind at the last minute. Luckily, she runs into a guy looking for a third roommate. With high hopes, she goes to check it out and runs into Maverick Booker, her high school bully. The close proximity brings out all their sins, wants and desires. But when long-buried secrets come to light, an unexpected hell is unleashed on the LSU campus...

Susan is a human girl who was blessed with the gift of prophesies. In the state of Kansas, it was believed that everyone who was born with this gift was possessed by a demon. When her family figured out her reality, they sold her to Father Antoine of the Catholic division. It was believed that whoever was sold to a reverend father for a period of seven years, would end up being free from the demonic spirit. This was so strange, and many of the gullible has been sold over. Susan Theodore will be a part of this circle. She carted off her things, and went to stay with Father Antoine. Things were really good. She was allowed to do so many things kids her age did. And she didn’t miss her parents all that much. To Susan, it was like a home away from home. Things changed exactly three months later. Susan had a dream as real as breathing. She saw the Father having sex with a woman called Lily Wolfe. Susan remembered seeing her at a time. She was so pretty. And, always seemed in a hurry. She couldn’t keep the affair in her head, owing to the fact that the Father had informed her to always tell him about her dreams. It will make it easier to deliver her from evil spirits. So, after the confessions on a cold Saturday morning, she summoned up the courage to talk to the Father. Father Antoine was wrath. For the first time, he saw what her family had been complaining about. This girl was truly possessed. In his rage, he striped her of the respect she had been accorded, and made her nothing but a slave.

"Will you marry my groom, Hazel?" Indy asked me. "Are you out of your mind?" "I know you love him, please marry the devil." ~~~ Hazel Evan had been in love with her best friend's hot and irresistible fiancé, Tristan Hendrix, for a few years now. Never did she expect to receive the proposal from his supposed bride, to get married to her Prince Charming. What if it turned out to be a terrible idea? What if she regretted her action? What if she had dug her own grave to hell? But wait… What if this devil actually had developed secret feelings for her? What if she was able to create a heart for herself in the ribcage of this heartless sexy devil?

*Can be read as a standalone. Third novel of My Best Friend’s Brother* Childhood friend. Insane attraction. Those two shouldn’t be next to each other—considering Skylar Voss swore she never had a massive crush on Jaxon Thompson, the boy who spent half his life ignoring her. But when she gets to college and discovers her dorm space has been given away, she ends up with one option: rooming with Jaxon. And that’s when she realizes she’s been lying to herself all along.She never got over him. Not even close. The problem? Jaxon is popular, with girls throwing themselves at him—and he’s changed so much, she knows she doesn’t stand a chance. At least, that’s what she thought. But in one minute she’s just his roommate, the “little girl” he barely noticed… and in the next? He’s the boy taking her virginity—the one she’s falling hopelessly in love with. But maybe not every love story should have a happy ending.

Whispers in the underworld mentioned that Jason Marino, heir to the Family with its hands in the cross-continental arms trade, supposedly loved women with slim waists. Since his recent return to the country, his eyes had landed on Sonia Stewart—sworn sister to my fiancé, Andy Black. When Andy found out, he disappeared for three whole days. I finally tracked him down in the Family's club, only to overhear a conversation that shattered my world. "I'm not just going to stand by and watch Sonia marry that playboy Jason," Andy was telling his lieutenant. "On the wedding day, you need to swap Sonia's wedding car with Leona's. No one must find out!" His lieutenant thumped his chest, swearing, "No problem, boss! I'll get it done. But... What about your fiancee, Leona?" Andy let out a confident laugh, as if he were in control of everything. "I'm the Don's hand-picked Consigliere. Jason knows Leona belongs to me, so he won't lay a finger on her. Once I've slept with Sonia, he'll have to give up on her. After that, we'll just send someone to pick Leona up. She won't suspect a thing. Instead, she'll be scared and trembling… Pathetic but adorable nonetheless. She'll come running right back to my arms!" Every word was like a bullet leaving holes in my heart, every tone tearing it apart. I stumbled away as fast as I could, praying they wouldn't hear the sound of my heart breaking. When Andy tried to pick me up according to his plan later on, he broke down.

Run Topolina, Run … I love the chase. Whatever ends of the Earth, I will find you, even if you go down to hell Topolina, don't forget that's my territory. Your mine to break, mine to fuck, that sweet pussy of yours is mine to fill and breed. Alessia Rossini is bound by a marriage alliance to the Ruthless Capo in Sicily, Leonardo Morano. She was a wildfire and swore to break off the engagement. Leonardo Morano aka the Devil, is known for his ruthlessness, he is intrigued by the little wildfire, Alessia and swears to make her submit. A Love-hate relationship forms between them as they encounter problems, and weave their way through blood, schemes and plots to become one.